New Found Fetish
No, Nothing Kinky Though :D
Have not been blogging for an extremely long time.
Well. . .
Lately it seems that I am attracted to dolls and plushies of all sorts.
From Living Dead Dolls to Strawberry Shortcake to My Little Pony.
Rare for you to uncover the childish Lynnette huh?
I'm not childish!
I prefer the term 'young at heart'.
HAH!
After a few days of dolling around, I now have:
1. Pullip Serpent Namu Doll
2. Strawberry Shortcake Ballerina Doll
3. Bratz Pirate Doll
4. Kelly Princess and the Pauper Doll
5. Kelly Daphne Doll
I'm expecting a Blythe from mum somewhere near March, as promised by her.
Mwahahaha. I just love being the youngest offspring.
Enough of dolling around.
Nothing else much happened recently.
Someone was clearly tryin to avoid me at - - -.
It's just so darn obvious.
Don't ask me who, don't ask me why.
I won't let the green eyed monster get the better of me. I promise.
Today's entry is full of crap. Don't you think?
The weather's too cold.
I'm freezing...
Gosh.
Chao!
Triumphed.
At Last!
Finally, after three gory days of constant time wasting efforts to kill the Ms Dos virus, whose actual name is w32.bropia.m, I have emerged victorious. Muhaha. *grins*
It turned out that I could simply go to www.symantec.com and download a remover tool, rather than executing useless steps. After which, I proceeded to install ZoneAlarm. Quite useful though.
Had O'level Music Ca today. The test was easy. Harmony writing. Didn't go to school today either.
Oh well.
Monday brings forth the dreaded start of the CA1 Exams. Starting with English and Physics. Good Lord. All tests just dropped above you at once. Stressed.
Have not had a good night's rest for a long time. I'm dead beat. Therefore,I shall end now.
Fret not, tomorrow comes a longer entry. Chao!
Look with your third eye. There's another side of me.
Eyes Wide Open
Awake At Two
Guess I'm not sleeping. Eyes wide open.
Sitting on my bed, waiting for a miracle to happen.
But guess what? I was just too irrational.
I failed to see its true meaning. That mistake.
I'll never forget those happy times we had.
The times you made me laugh.
You and I...
Me and You, everyday. . .
TILL I BLOODY STUPIDLY OPENED THAT MS DOS FILE!!!
Alright, the excerpt you've seen above is no love story whatever.
I was refering to my Msn Messenger which was oh so corrupted by some nasty programme or virus which someone just sent me. The programme wich I've nicknamed FUCK, which would probably leave your computer dying cock standing, is fucking hard to delete. And I've not found a solution to banish it from the face of my HDD: either. Now, my Hard Disk is corrupted and I'm left messenger-less.
How I miss you. Hmph.
Curse the person whom this nasty programme originated from.
You must have visited some porn sites and caught this virus, judging from the infected file names. ( i.e. she's fucking fit/ her ass can fit into that teacup / titanic2.)
You Horny Bastard!
File Name: ' her ass can fit into that teacup ' with an MS DOS logo (Blue, red and yellow).
Do Not Open that accursed file. Once downloaded ( a 30 Kb file can be downloaded in 3 seconds? Bullocks. ) the programme would send the FUCK to all of your innocent contacts that would just be like me, so naive and open the file, and the chain just goes on and on and on.
Curse You All At Microsoft!!!
Now, I'd just have to meddle witht the computer and find a way to bang the programme off.
Good Lord.
Oh well. My day started bad. Woke up late and rushed through my daily morning ritual.
And during recess.
" *taps on shoulder* Girl!!! What kind of hairstyle is this? ( Shouts in the canteen courtesy of a PMS-ed teacher ) You fringe is OVER YOU EYEBROWS! BLAH BLAH BLAH.
Hellloooooo.... I HAVE NO EYEBROWS! Hah!
What do you have to say now Mrs PMS-ser?
I just simply detest irritating teachers like her. Nosey pokers.
Ugh. UGH!!!
And yes, duing SS lesson today...
Mdm Adawiyah: And the merger of Singapore and Malaysia...
*SEC ONE GIRL WALKS IN ABRUPTLY, HALFWAY DURING LESSON TO EXCHANGE TABLE COVERS, IGNORING PRESENCE OF TEACHER.*
Oh yes, we had shifted classrooms temporarily due to someone with leg problems, that refused to come to school after we had changed classrooms ( 3 floors down mind you) BECAUSE OF HER!
I am now discriminating against Secondary Ones, especially those 1E4-ers taught by a certain Miss Haslinda.
Damn You little twerps! Bloody cover with a little scribbling will KILL HUH?!
Will it affect your already disabled brains from working huh?
WILL IT?
You little imps. Rude little poks. SOME OF OUR COVERS ARE EVEN CLEANER!
Moronic-ly childish behaviour. You shameless poks.
Yes, I admit, my table cover was covered in graffiti, but that does not and will not give you any authority to walk straight into the class when the teacher is teaching!
38 pairs of eyes were staring and you, some even shouting and all you could do was walk to the table and change you little cover!
OH GOD. And that person was a girl, mind you. Disgrace.
Not happy? COME LA!!!
See who eats ice cream faster!!!!!!! HAH.
Anyway, there were testes today too. Open book ones.
As for the math test, well, lets say I came up with my own formulas :D
Oh well, I've got a Social Studies Essay to complete, so, chao.
Fact Of My Day: I saw it. But I refuse to believe it.
Today's Entry Is Full Of Crap.
Beware. Crap Alert.
Leave If Desired. Don't Waste Your Time Reading Any Longer.
I SAID LEAVE!!! LEAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fine, you chose to stay. Valentines' Day should be shoved into the dirtbag.
Why, you may ask.
Dunno Lor. Just Felt Like It. BAH!
I don't fucking see the point of this day.
Couples should just stay at home and bang the day away, instead of blah blah blah.
Ok, I'm pissed, but not for any reason regarding V.day. I just found it s an easy target to vent my pent up anger inside :D Aww.
You'd probably be asking, Oh, why is Lynnette pissed? Why is she so full of angst?
Well, that's me. I get fed up for no good reason.
Ok, sometimes, there might be a reason, but it would be for me to know and you to find out.
HAH!
Have you ever wondered why the fuck are there so many cases of unrequitted love?
It's like, look at everyone's Msn Nick! Well, in mine, 75-80% of those have nicks that so speak of so pitied unrequitted love.
Oh Sweet God.
SINCE LIFE IS SO UNFAIR, WHY DO WE HAVE TO PLAY IT FAIR THEN?
I don't see the point, lor.
Buy flowers, roses, chocolates, blah then in the end break up.
Rubbish. Nonsense. Farcical Lies.
Well, anyways, you'd probably be askin, how was my Valentines'?
Quite okay, I'd say. Gave and received preasants. I love the cat Yun Fang gave me. Darn assed CUTE! Haha.
After school we went to Mos. You should definitely try the Kakiage Rice Burger. But if you're allergic to seafood, oh well, too bad then. It's simply wholesome.
Around evening, Mum surprised me with a chocolate mud cake. HAHA. And a bunch of roses. And she asked me to poke the one miserable candle into the cake and make a wish. MYSELF. So, I obediently did, poked the candle into the cake MYSELF, and made a wish( ok, fine, i made a few) MYSELF. After which, I proceeded to cut the cake MYSELF. And then I sat down and ate the cake MYSELF.
Oh how sweet.
Anyway, being alone is not that bad afterall.
It's kinda FUN.
And plus, I got to enjoy the whole cake MYSELF.
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Fuck. Lala.
Maybe I should just shave my head bald and vote for Paris Hilton as State Mayor.
After which, I can join the Iraqi Militants and fight the cold war in Germany *bull*
Then I can murder Hitler and his smelly men and sell their mouldy undies on Ebay.
Lastly, I could just probably shoot myself to death, silly.
Oh well. Jolly life, full of bull.
Fine.
Apparently, I saw something unfavourble to MY eyes awhile ago, and I'm just venting anger on my poor blog.
What else do you expect me to do?
Break down in vehement tears, lamenting oh sad sorrows?
CRY UPON THE OH SO SAD RIVER AND FLOOD MOTHER EARTH?
NO. I WILL NOT DO THAT.
I WILL NEVER DROP A TEAR FOR ANY ONE.
ok, fine, maybe for a few friends and morticia, whiskas and netsuke.
BUT NO ONE ELSE!!!
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.
Begone ye evil cuckoo!!! I DON'T NEED NO CUCKOO NO MORE.
CUCKOO JUST DIED A SAD DEATH.
HE CUCK-ED TO DEATH APPARENTLY.
aww.
HE CUCK-ED A BLOODY SAD DEATH LA. CRY FOR HIM LA, POOR CUCKOO.
He just found new birds and cucked to death, to me.
I abhor cuckoos with mentalities like him.
You accursed bird.
Hope the bird FARM pluck all ye feathers out and boil you in hot soup. Hehe.
*im not referring to anyone in my above cuckoo-ing. i just saw a bird fly past my window and thought of this mad cukoo-ness. HAH. seriously.*
Now, now, don't worry.
Lynnette has not gone mad, totally.
Part of her is still very much sane!
So, I've these nice lyrics so sooth your otherwise traumtised soul:
Aiya, I lazy to type, so here's some parts of it.
Enjoy!
THERE WERE PLACES WE'D GO AT MIDNIGHT
THERE'S A REASON BUT I DON'T KNOW WHY
I THOUGHT THEY ALL BELONGED TO ME
WHO'S THAT GIRL? WHERE'S SHE FROM?
NO SHE CAN'T BE THE ONE THAT YOU WANT
THAT HAS STOLEN MY WORLD
IT'S NOT REAL
IT'S NOT RIGHT
IT'S NOT DAY
IT'S NOT NIGHT
SEEMS LIKE EVERYTHING'S THE SAME AROUND ME,
THEN I LOOKED AGAIN AND EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED
I DON'T KNOW WHY,
SHE'S EVERYWHERE I WANNA BE
BY THE WAY, WHO'S THAT GIRL, LIVING MY LIFE?
I'M THE ONE WHO MADE YOU LAUGH
WHO MADE YOU SAD
I'M NOT SORRY
I'M NOT SORRY FOR WHAT WE DID
FOR WHO WE WERE
I'M NOT SORRY
I'M NOT HER :)
Now, I shant't rant about cuckoo ny longer. Chao!
Blog Break.
Paused For Two Days
After a somewhat short break from blogging, I am back.
Fine, you guessed it. I was lazy. LOL.
On new year's eve, we had to go back to school for a performance.
The performance was somewhat, uninteresting. They had the Dikir Barat, Malay dances, Chinese dances and frankly speaking, they made it seem as though we were celebrating racial harmony day.
Gosh. And sitting on my sore butt for 2 hours straight didn't help.
One of the items featured a mealy of graduating students/guys singing a chinese song 'Chi Xing Jue Dui'. Some had fake-sounding falsettos. Weird. But -him who I do not speak of- sang well. Very very well to say exactly. He sounded the best.
And some things he said was really touching.
"We'll miss Fajar and the memories we had".
*are you sure you'll miss all the memories?*
And, it was really sad. And, I couldn't control it any longer so...
I....sort of dropped a tear. Ok, fine, I cried.
So what? Sad what. Cry, lor.
CNY Combustion
My chinese new year celebrations sure did not went well.
On the day itself, my father lost his sister's address and contact number. So, we had to go all the way to his office at The Gateway and get it.
When we finally reached the house, I had to sit on the sofa for a damned 3 hours straight.
And they were speaking some dialect, Cantonese I think, and clearly, I didn't understand a word.
After which, we headed home. All was not well, yet.
Upon reaching home, I saw my cat amusing my relatives with his funny antics and thus, I decided to record it down with my digicam.
Digicam in hand, I sat on the side table and happily recorded the cat jumping up and down.
And halfway through, I realised.
"Eh, WTF, why is my butt all wet?"
And guess what? It turned out that I had unknowingly sat down on an innocent orange and crushed it with my booty!
GOOD LORD.
Oh well, at least nobody saw. I think.
And today, I woke up crying. Guess why.
I'm not really sure of what happened myself. But I vividly recall Maybritte telling me something in that dream. Then I started sobbing the shit out of myself.
Hum dee dum dum.
So, to sum up my CNY 'celebrtions' I, for one can surely say I had a bootylicious new year.
Bless that cursed citrus fruit whose fate had planned for it to die under my butt. LOL.
Oh, well. I had predicted this earlier.
As for tomorrow, our wondrous school has arranged for us to go around the blocks near our school and give out goodie bags comprising of oranges, sweets and a survey form to the people. I'd rather visit the old fogies at their homes.
CIP Day, they say- 11 February.
Hmm.
What can be better?!
And if you're an avid TNP reader like me, I'm sure that you have read about the Prince of Wales and his to be marriage to Camilla Parker Bowles, the lady that was widely speculated to be the 'other woman' during his marriage to Princess Diana. And the lady that broke up their marriage.
I mean, how could he decide to marry her?
And guess what? An Archbishop agreed to their marriage.
But wait!
Isn't marrying a divorced individual against the practices of God?
The bible stated that it's not allowed!
Helloooo, you're supposed to be holy Archbishop!
Holy!
And by the way, Camilla is a divorcee, and her husband is still alive.
And doesn't she feel ashamed for making her husbnd a cuckold?
What a.
Oh well, I shall end here then.
Fact of The Day: Midori is the new momoiro! I'm uttering crap.
Brightlights
Spotlights On Me, Please.
As I inch my way through this blog entry, minute by minute, CNY draws closer. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Barely a few hours ago, I received an Sms from a church friend saying that 2500 satanists would be gathering tonight at Pretoria to release curses especially those on marriages. Spooky, but true.
Thus, like what that message said, I'd like to pray and rebuke those unholy deeds.
***
Dear Father,
I would like to ask for your strength to rebuke all those evil curses cast by the satanists on the marriages of others. Through You, all things are possible Lord, and I pray that you will give strength to those who might fall prey to these curses. Lord, grant them your wisdom and power to overcome all these unholy acts. You're the alpha and the omega Lord, and I pray that all the curses and satanists in Pretoria and all over the world would then realise that you, our Lord is the Almighty God.
Thank You Lord, Amen.
***
School was average today. We'd be celebrating CNY with some special performances by special students. Haha.
As I imbue myself with thoughts of how I would be probably laughing myself silly tomorrow, I came to realise that life is not that bad after all. Not as bad I had pictured it to be. It's the simple things in life which are the most important and yet, some just overlook the importance of these small deeds. I believe that through Lord, all things are possible. Nothing is impossible.
That is why some things which are clearly unexpected has happened, baffling us greatly.
Things that you'd never dreamed of, suddenly happens right before your eyes.
Too lost for words?
Possibly.
Things you'd never have predicted in your wildest dreams, suddenly come dashing towards you. In full force.
That's when you'd have to face reality. Oh well, life's like that.
As you can see, today's blog is not of much interest to anyone, and I greatly apologise as I myself am not feeling well. Watch out for tomorrow's entry. It will be a killer. : )
Dreading
Chinese New Year
IS COMING!
Good Lord. Must time past so fast?
In three days, nosey relatives will poke their noses into my door and into my life. Gosh, I hate that. Well, that's me- The Grinch.
I don't see the reason why there is a need to wear red on CNY.
The other day I went to Bugis and bought a black dress and black rimmed shoes for CNY, my mum went ballistic.
"$%#@#$%^, WHY did you buy black clothes?!?!"
Personally, I don't see the need to wear red clothes. Why not black?
What's all this controversy about?
Do I have to go to the extent of purchasing red bras, red g-strings, red everything?
Yucks. (though i like red lingerie-hahahahahaha)
Let's consider black.
I don't see a problem with that colour. Do you?
And why must the house with decorated with gawdy red items?
Don't you think it just spoils the minimalist concept?
Given a chance, I would wear black from head to toe ala goth and after which, I'd proceed to celebrate CNY in an italian restaurant sans oily chinese food!
And the minimalist table concept would be oh-so appreciated.
And instead of giving oranges, I'd be giving apples.
They help you slim down!!! ANd they are tastier, more appealing to the eyes and not forgetting, healthier.
Clearly, I am no fan of CNY.
I'd rather stay at home in my comfy bed and doze the day away. Haw haw haw.
Oh well, this is how is going to be.
