Good Lord. Lynnette Laments. Life is just a Farce!

New Found Fetish

2005-02-27T00:35:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-02-18T23:37:00.000+08:00

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

2005-02-16T02:33:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-02-14T22:10:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-02-10T19:35:00.000+08:00

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

2005-02-07T23:12:00.000+08:00

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

2005-02-06T22:47:00.000+08:00

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.

State Of Euphoria

2005-02-05T23:48:00.000+08:00

Like Real.

Quite a nice day indeed.

Went shopping with Maybritte, Yun Fang, Yun Fang's sister and her boyfriend.

Bugis: Everywhere was packed with people.

Hoards and hoards of sweaty, sticky people.

Eew.

Bought a white top, a black dress, undies, a purse, heels, and the list goes on.

Saw Xie Hui and crew at Far East Plaza.

That comes to remind me.

What is your definition of beauty?
Stick straight hair and tweetsy poses?

To me, beauty is ala Claudia Schiffer.
She's beautiful, lor.

I digress.

Oh well.
Today's blog entry is extremely boring and time-wasting.
Not much inspiration to write anything, anyways.

Life is fun at times, boring at times.

The latter is more prominent to me, lor.

Hmm.

Fact Of The Day: G- Strings are more comfortable than normal undies!!!

Life

2005-02-04T23:07:00.000+08:00

sMiLe.

It disquiets me, but have you ever thought about that before?

To smile, just smile.

When everything you thought you knew was actually a sick joke.
When life just crumbles down, like soft pastry.

Just Smile.

Like I said, no point crying over spilt milk.

* * *

When you went through great pains just to try and complete that jig-saw puzzle but in the end, you find that one of the pieces is missing. Nowhere to be found.

What would you do then?

I'd throw all the pieces away. As simple as that.
What's the point in looking for that one missing piece?

You know it's not going to be found anyway.

And have you wondered, does that piece really want to be found?
Or would that isolated piece fit better in another picture?

After waiting for that missing piece for long, I finally found it,

In another completed jigsaw puzzle...

And that completed puzzle looked so beautiful together.

It was perfect.

Everything just fell into place.

And it did not have any missing pieces, unlike mine, which had so many empty spaces.

And just looking at the completed puzzle, i felt contented.

It would be cruel for me to take back that missing piece and ruin that completed picture.

'Cos I found out, that piece would never have really fitted into my picture anyways.

Smile.

HeeEeEeEeEeEeEeEeeeEe :)

Life's A Drag.

2005-02-03T22:26:00.000+08:00

Behold.

Due to unforseen circumstances, today's blog entry would be cut short.

Have you ever wondered how boisterous and bitchy how *those whom we do not speak of* can behave at times?

It's an axiom. They move around in cohorts of not more than three le pathetiques, wandering aimlessy on the face of this Earth. They're like used plastic bottles- can't be broken down, can't be recycled, and would one day, result in the pollution of Earth. What a waste of precious natural resources, don't you think?

They cohere together, spouting nonsensical words that for some reason or another, we perfectly normal people can't understand.

Cogs. Blasphemious!!!

What's the best word to describe them, you may ask.

CURS.

I'm ebullient to see that they are promptly dismissed from the face of this Earth.

Forever.

Why am I suddenly saying all this, you may ask.

Well, I have a bad bout of PMS, so, bear with me.

Especially you two fugging attitude abominations.
For curious people who'd duly wish to know who *those whom we do not speak of* are, I have only this to say:

That's for me and Morticia to know, and never for you to find out.

I shall probably go happy scratchy with my trusty Mr. Pennie (Good Lord, think straight) tomorrow, on the property of *those whom we do not speak of* :)

Tralala... * evil glint in eyes*

Severe Plight. I'm Finally Worrying!

2005-02-02T22:08:00.000+08:00

Discalculia

Definition: Difficulty in learning and applying simple mathematical formulaes.

You would most probably be wondering why I gave you such a definition.
Well, after several years of continuosly flunking my Math tests and exams, I can duly acquiesce that I might just be suffering from Discalculia.

Gosh.

Yes, it's true that I have severe difficulty in understanding basic argot algebraic formulaes and that I really look up to people that are able to solve complexed arithmetical questions in three seconds ala lightning speed. *self-pity*

This makes me think, am I really that dyslexic that I can't do what others can?
Is Math really too profound for me to grasp?
Or have I, for one, not paid enough attention during class?
I stand by the latter.

Yes, I lack peserverance. And my point is? , you may ask.

I want to take up Mass Communications, preferably at Ngee Ann Polytechnic, and if I'm good enough, I'd be delighted to have a Major in Journalism. But sadly, due to my continual flunking of Mathematics, I'd have to shelf that thought and start concentrating.

P.s. Admission requirements for MCM is:

A minimum score of A2 in English

A MINIMUM C6 IN MATHEMATICS. Good Lord.

And a pass in three other subjects.

See the catch?

I can say with candour that I'd love to get into the MCM course but I'd have to buck up on Math.

I hate Math!

Oh, well. Wish me luck.

I Can't Believe It!

Manchester United beat Arsenal 4-2.
Clearly, I'm an Arsenal fan, thus, I'm even more compelled to write this.
Man U was on the verge of losing!
They were not supposed to win!!!

You must be wondering, what appeal does football have to a fourteen year old girl?
Well, I, for one, find it peculiar that I enjoy watching those incessantly captivating matches.
The rowdy cheers emitted by the crowd, the intense atmosphere... the list goes on.
Ok, I admit. Some of the players are cute, though. Hah!

Lynnette's probably going to hell soon.

Don't you just find it exciting that people can go ballistic watching a football match?

I.e. When referee Graham Poll blew his whistle to end the match at Highbury, and with the victory of Man United, crowing could be heard amongst the various HDB estates at dusk. Why, you may ask. It turned out that as it was the year of the rooster, maniac fans of Man United decided to take it upon themselves to start crowing. Oh, God.

Irritatingly true.
How far could they have gone more?
Stripping to their boxers and running around crowing?

Aww, Lynnette's just sore that Arsenal didn't make it.

No. I'm not!!!
I'm just amazed at the enigmatic things people, especially Singaporeans can do.

Fine, you read through me, I'm disappointed Arsenal didn't win, but heck, there's always next time, right?

Oh well, bless them.

you saw the bad facet of me and scornfully left

Fact of the day: Men find edible underwear kinky. Heck, who doesn't?!

Boredom Got The Better Of Me

2005-02-01T22:58:00.000+08:00

Drag Queen Issue

As yours truly is feeling rather bored at the moment, I shall blog. Leaving my blog in abeyance just feels weird.

Have you ever wondered how and why those buxom/busty models clad in two piece bikinis sprawled all over the glossy pages of FHM and Maxim look so wholesome and perfect? Well, as common-sensical (i made up this word) as it seems, they're all sent to PhotoShop. PhotoShop I tell you! Every one of them!

PhotoShop greatly reduces:

1. Unsightly tummy flab
2. Thunder thighs
3. That angry red zit
4. The overall ugliness of the photos

And greatly augments:

1. Their bust size.
2. Anywhere else where more is greatly appreciated.

The wonders of PhotoShop!

Well, that surely sounds comforting for mortal ladies with an average B75 cup and dull skin. And yes, those washerboard abs you men spend hours drooling upon might in reality, just be flabs upon flabs of cellulite, accumulated from those irresistable sweet meats. Hah!

I'm not trying to comfort myself! No, I'm not!

And did you manage to catch a glimpse of this month's FHM covergirl? Good Lord, she looks manly. Asinine as it may seem, she might just even be a Tiffany Pageant Contestant! Whoa.

Shush your laughter this instant!
The Tiffany Contestants are pretty, you know.

Alright, enough of my rude sarcasm.
Pardon Lynnette, she's only fourteen, you know.

Contrary to the PhotoShop issue, where has the essence of true beauty gone? Why judge a book by its PhotoShop-ed cover?

Do men only want to gaze at wholesomely perfect, busty women?
Unfortunately, yes.

And yes. After living on Earth for the past 14 years, I've come to a conclusion:

Men watch porn. All of them. Regardless of being tall, short, fat, thin, young, old, pre-andropause, post-andropause, hairless, hirsute, rich, poor, they all watch porn.
All of them I tell you! Well, probably all, except blind men.

Even teenage males are rushing to get their pre-pubescent hands on those discs.

LEWD.

Oh well, if males don't do that, I'd most probably suspect their sexuality. Good Lord.

Cheesed

2005-02-01T20:10:00.000+08:00

The Aftermath

What then, can I conclude about the load of bull I had written yesterday?
Love is a load of bull crap. Rubbish I'll say! I shall proceed with my thesis:

What is love?

Love - noun
1. Strong or warm feelings of affection
2. Sexual desire
3. Strong liking

(courtesy of Macquarie S.D.)

In this definition, can you find the word 'forever' ? *squints*

NO!

Then why are people mumbling ' love you forever ' bull crap to each other?
I don't get it. I beg to differ. I simply don't get it!
Why say all those sweet nothings when you'd leave after that?
Face it. Nothing is forever. Everything on mother earth would stop one day, including the oh-so-warm-fuzzy feeling of love. Bah!

In other words, Love is a Lie, I say, for the hundredth time or so.
Oh, Lynnette, come on, if it's a lie, then a whole lot of people are sadly, duped!
YES! They are! *shouts back in angst*

Fine, I'm pugnacious. I'm the black sheep. The rotten egg or whatever you call it.

I digress, but, I'll continue nevertheless. And you'd jolly well listen up or I'll send you to purgatory!

Love is a puerile lie.
Why do so many people enjoy letting others rip their hearts out, mutiliating it, and giving back the bloody remnants to you? Tell me then!
Why love for the sake of loving?
Don't you know you'd be breaking some innocent person's heart?

If love is such a beautiful thing as others perceive it to be, why are there countless issues regarding unrequited love? Why are there so many stories of broken hearts wandering the already troubled Earth? Tell me.

Maybe I should just sit under a Bodhi tree and meditate for 700 years. Oh, God.

" I love you " did you always mean it when you said that?
I admit, I didn't always mean it. And so did the rest of the human population.

I simply don't understand why people unload tons of bull like " I'll love you till the end of time. " Bah. Or " I'll never leave you, promise. " Humbug I say!

Now, lets consider infatuation.

Infatuation - adjective
1. Blindly or foolishly in love.

Doesn't that sound better? And the catch is, you need not promise forever! Not forgetting,
you can just dump the pitiful person as and when you feel like it! And if you like, you can start ignoring the person, cut off all contact with them and call them names, like bitch, too!

That sounds great, doesn't it?

This way, you can act like you have never met the accursed person before and pretend that they are already dead. Too good to miss, huh!

Also, if the person happens to walk past you, you can 'siam' ( pardon the crude use of vocabulary ) as though the person has Syphilis or better yet, HIV! Now, that's just too good to be true! After which, you can proceed to flirting with others, showing off your 7 incher! Now, Thank God for Infatuation!!!

INFATUATION = A nicer word to use for love, sans responsibilities ( i.e. no strings attached !)

Enough of my inexorable sarcasm.
You people should get what I mean by now.

Sad to say, not much people, after letting someone rip their hearts out and smashing it onto the ground ala rotten tomato, would ever believe in love's bull crap ever again.
Alright, maybe not forever, but just for now. I don't see a need to.

Do you?

I was feeling utter crappy in school today. You don't expect much from a person that did not sleep for the whole night! Well, you'd probably be wondering, " Aww, Lynnette is suffering from unrequited love! Such heartache! Such melacholic feelings engulfing her!"

For God's sake, I won't cry over spilt milk, at least not anymore.
I mean, whats the point?
I'd rather spend my time reading the dictionary over and over again.

"Love is never worth the wait, for waiting does and will not make anyone love you. If the person wants you to wait, or whatsoever, kick him/her goodbye. He/she just ain't worth it. At all. Tears would never be able to turn back the time. Neither can it make things better."

Cheesy, but true.

So why bother?
Stop manipulating that special someone to fall for you. It's not going to work.
Rather, look on the optimistic side. The grass might always seem greener on the other side, but nomatter what, your side always has the sweetest grass. It just depends on how you chew the grass. Hah!

Wow! Since when did Lynnette become ever so wise?
Count yourself lucky.

I don't spout wise words often.

Fact Of The Day: INFATUATION IS THE NEW LOVE!

Why?

2005-02-01T00:45:00.000+08:00

Why? Why? WHY?

Since when have I ever treated you coldly?

Someone wanted you, but you simply rejected that person.

She told you that her Ex. was sick of her, and you said that her Ex. was really stupid.

What about you?
She told you that her Ex. treated her like a stranger, and you said 'poorthing'.
What about me?
You told her not to care about him any longer.
You told her that you don't love me anymore.
She asked you, " Why did you break up with her?"
You said,

" cos she like don care abt me any more, so i find it unmeaninful so break lor "

Since when have I ever treated you in such a manner?
She asked you, " How ya noe tt she don care lerz? "
You said,

" i can feel tat. "

Since when did I ever, ever do that to you? Tell me.
She said that your Ex. might still like you.
You told her to promise you not to think too much.
How can I?
When have I ever treated you coldly, ask yourself this question, because I've asked myself too.
She said that maybe your Ex. still likes you.
You said,

" Me don like her anymore."

She asked, " Why did you stead with her then? "
You replied,

" At 1st i find her gd, but slowly she change. "

When? Tell me please, when did I do all these things you said.
I was always there. I was there till now, I never changed.
She asked, " How did she react when you broke up with her? "
You said she was sad. You knew she was sad.

If she treated you coldly, would she be sad if you asked for a break break up? Would she? NO.
" She make me lose my feelins 2 her "
" What did she do?"
" Cold lor "

I swore I never treated you coldly. Never. Ever.
Did you ever give me a chance to explain myself? NO.
She asked you if you hated her.
You said no.
Then why are you behaving this way then?
She told you that she's been hoping her Ex would talk to her.
And you said " Hope he will do tat lor "
What about you?
She said that she still loved him, but he's behaving really weird. He treats her as though she's dead. As though he didn't know her.
She said that her Ex. blocked her in MSN.
And you said, " wa....... tat guy is stupid. wat a gd gal and he don 1. stupid "
What about you?
She told you that she did things that made him hate her, but he isn't giving her a chance to explain. And she said that she really regretted making those mistakes.
You told her, " don thin 2 much la "
Then, you asked her, " den wat r u goin 2 do "
She said she is still waiting for him, till the day he talks to her.
You said,

" if he is not goin 2 tok u, den y u still wait "

Because I really loved him, can't you tell? And, I still do.
You told her to try and like other guys, you said that you believed there were other better guys out there.
She said, " I can stead with other guys, but I don't even like them. I only loved him, but he doesn't know.

You said, " Can u don love him so much??????? "

No.
Try.
I tried really hard, but I can't.
You said you felt bad for her.
What about me? Don't you feel bad for me?
She then told you that maybe your Ex. is like her, waiting for you to talk to her, but you said that your Ex. already stead with other guys le.
She said that maybe your Ex. doesn't like that guy at all.

" I saw them vry lovin " you said.

" You only saw the outer appearance. "
" Haiz "
" Y u haiz? " you asked

.

I don't know why you said I treated you coldly, cos I didn't. I really didn't. Couldn't you see that I didn't want you to leave me at all? I only loved you, till now, though I already have a stead. Didn't you think about how I'd feel? I don't understand why you'd have to block me in MSN, and treat me like I'm dead or something. Because I'm not. You told Maybritte that you didn't want to be friends with me, and you called me a bitch.

Btw, I'm Lynnette.

So, there. Good Luck with Frances.

I've said what I've needed to say.
I've asked what I've needed to ask.
I've known what I've needed to know.

I used to think that you're a very nice person.
Guess I was wrong. Very wrong.
You don't care anymore, don't you?

I wasted so much tears, crying over spilt milk.
It only made things worse.

You said that I treated you coldly.
You said that I didn't care.
Since you wish to put it that way, I have no say to correct you.
If that is what you think, so be it.

After so long, I finally got the reason I wanted,
through Francessa Koh.

PISSED

2005-01-30T19:30:00.000+08:00

Network of The Damned!

I am Pissed, as you can clearly see, if you don't suffer from myopia. After typing a sinfully long blog entry, the damned wireless network disconnected.

I CURSE YOU ALL AT STARHUB!!

Oh well, no point crying over spilt milk, but that does not mean I'm going to stop lamenting. A summary of what I had previously written before I was rudely cut off:

The food at Ten Mile Junction sucks.
Boys are useless. They don't help in housework. Well, that applies to most of them.
They only like wanking themselves silly in the toilet.
Girls Rock. I'm feminist. HAH!
Some guys are just wolves in sheep's clothing. Whats the point anyway? Isn't wool itchy?!
I have flabby arms. Ugh.
Netscape saved my lappie, courtesy of Syahirah.
I found two condoms on Christopher's bed!!!
See, that's guys.
I don't see the joy of FHM or Maxim.
The big boobed people are all Photo Shop edited!
For all you know, they're all drag queens!!!
I have flabby arms.

Yes. Thats it for now. I'm pissed. And hungry, off course.

Fact of the day: Psst, haven't you heard? Lynnette's got flabby arms!

Monkeys Are Fooling Around

2005-01-29T19:12:00.000+08:00

Naughty Monkeys!!!

Well, just came back from exercise. Yes, you heard it right. Though I'm not the stereotype who goes around running and exercising like nutcases, nor am I one who loves outdoor sports, I've succumbed into thinking of a toned and cellulose-free tummy/thighs/arms I could very much have if I exercised.

Yes, I've resolved to exercising more and cutting down on those snacks I stuff myself silly with. Here, I'm 1.50cm and 44 kg. Fine, I know that I'm short and a little pudgy *looking ignorant*. Laugh at my stumpy legs. Laugh at my imperfect body. But who cares? I love me :)

And yes, whilst risking life cycling up the mountain-like terrains of the hill, I chanced upon not one, but two horny monkeys having a good time in a corner. Hell, they should be charged with public indecency I say! Those horny bastards. This reminds me of an article I read in the Newspapers a few months back. Oral sex is actually banned in Singapore! What atrocity! What indignation! Even the government wants to inculcate in us good bedroom habits. Good Lord.

Political issues aside, exercising is not as crummy as i thought after all. Think of those washer board abs you'd have. And the firm butt Miss Neo promised us of. Whoa.

My Life.

2005-01-29T16:28:00.000+08:00

Awkward Minute of Silence please.

After lugging home a basket filled of oranges and stuffing my face silly with fatty, salt, carbohydrate-filled tid bits, it suddenly daunted upon me that Chinese New Year is around the corner. *chews on fingernails in a panic*. Its the time of the year again. Yes. The time when nosey relatives come knocking on my door, shamming smiles and then start asking about my personal life/studies/results, gossip around, yada yada yada.

It's the time when I would have to pack my room and probably the rest of the house, ridding it of useless garbage accumilated during the year, tidy every nook and cranny, spick and span. To my dismay. Hmph. Well, its clear that I'm no fan of CNY. I'll just probably morph into Ebinezer Scrooge on that day and would thus, probably explode if any one of those smelly cousins come into my room and mess it up.

Grr. Off course, I was just kidding. Thats not what I'm going to do, am I? I'll play the nice little niece, mummy/daddy's girl. Oh, puke. *barfing all over*

Apart from all those Ang Bao giving and receiving, I don't really see the need of trying to survive CNY every year. I mean, whats the point? Maybe I'm suffering from nihilism or something.

My Love Life!

Ah, yes. Today's the day of uncouth reality. Nevertheless, I'll explain what, in a demure, staid and nochalant manner. I don't see the need of writing this, but anyway, I just found out that my Ex. has found a little sweet-heart. Aww. How sweet. What innocent love blosoming. What splendour. It turned out that the girl is his good friend's ex. I'm not jealous, you know. He can find a nice/gullible girlfriend who's willing to succumb to his every desire and then bang her crazy and go weak on his knees. I don't care. READ : Miss Lynnette does not give a damn no more! Well, I'm being a little sarcastic and not to say, mean, but anyway, all I've got to say about this incipient love is: All the best.

Cheesy stuff aside, what I'm trying to say is, I don't understand the sex that fertilises the female egg. I mean, one minute they can act in the guise of the typical guy-next-door, swooning your heart with sms-s of never ending love and sending you into wild delirium and the next thing you know, they just chuck your pretty little face aside, giving reasons like 'Oh, I'm so sorry. My parents forbid us' or 'Sorry, you're just not my type.' Easier way out, they would then start hating you. Gosh. What's up with that then?

Guys= Sans Onus. Read. Its Onus, not Anus for Christ's sake.

Well then, what's my definition of a guy?

A male, which would, after he laid you silly, walk away and cut off all contact with you.
Atrocious I'll say! Nice guys are always taken. Aww. *cackling to myself*

Pity though. Where has innocently blind love eloped to in the 21st century?

Full of crapping, I shall take my leave now. I'm hungry :)

Fact of the day: Statistics show that 70% of Singaporean guys prefer a volumptous arse to anything else.

Wholesome New Blog!

2005-01-28T11:30:00.000+08:00

Welcome Me!

Dishing out my life on blogspoland has never been my cup of tea, but anyway, here goes. Care for an introduction of yours truly?

This is me, Lynnette Ng, of wondrous Fajar Secondary School where dreams are found and then, abruptly shattered. Currently in sweet secondary three. Too young to get into Zouk or Devils bar etc. But oh well, I'd rather be abstemious-I don't want to get oh-so-drunk and subsequently laid just yet.

I will try to my utmost best not to:

1. Publicly air my dislike for anyone ( like I said, I'll TRY.)
2. Write about antiquated things. Pity though, I like History.
3. Use excess profanities and spoil my wholesome slutty image.
4. Exceed my Slut-o-Meter.
5. Stop blogging.

Well? This is how it's going to be for now then.