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My best friend is the guitar. &I never need boyfriends.
I fall in love easily. With random things like country music, vampires,romance novels&colorful pens.
To me, Taylor Swift&The Saturdays are awesome.
I love little black dresses&scarves.
In my spare time, I like to design cards&conduct random science experiments like dipping eggs into acid.
Yeah&unlike normal humans, I like science, converging lenses&relative atomic masses included.
Secretly, I want to be a doctor& a guitarist on the spy when I grow up.
I love nonsense people who make me laugh.
&yes, I love inviting people to my house&being invited to other's houses.
I hate raindrops, airplanes, Jacob Black&jerks.
No, I'd never though that I was smart/gorgeous/talented.
I'm just a green colored pond scum.
A bitchy one to be precise.P.S My bitchiness is inherited, so beware of my mom. P.S And currently, I'm desperate for a new phone&a pair of flipflops. Indigo'09 1Hcube'08 2HighOnHiccups'09 Modern dancer |
hot pink heels - Thursday, July 30, 2009 @ 6:15 PM blogger is still screweddddd. nevermind, i just need to tell the whole world - if you haven't bought me a present yet, buy me pair of hotpink heels(: wedges and 2and-and-a-half inch preferred.size eight and keep reciept,in case i can't fit. thanks! it's the most bimbotic thing the most bimbotic creature on earth could never have. and chuweee AKA 315 is a fucked up jerk. sorry for profanities,but i'm really pissed. will talk about the screaming-aloysius-down-the-phone-during-recess incident another day. krystal rocks my socks. wish me happy birthday, algae shoot for the moon - Wednesday, July 29, 2009 @ 8:37 PM HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN LIBING HEHE.i know she doesn't read my blog.but still, good luck for Os and getting into your preferred JC. Stay gorgeous, funny and photogenic all the time (you'll never find an unglam picture of libing, somehow) :DDD HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN SHAOMIN Stay pretty, adorable and hilarious like you've always been(: I think shaomin looks very sweet with her bangs. And i wonder why she doesn't look stressed at all D: SHOOT FOR THE MOON and even if you miss, you'll land on the stars HAHA.i swear those who were freaking 'bout my health are totally paranoid!(: But you've been very sweet to be so concerned:D I love you!(: Yeah.It does hurt now.Not as bad as yesterday or after dance. Gosh.After dance was totally like ten minutes worth of discomfort. I felt like puking.Gah.Gah.Gah.And my back ached like nobody's business.But it was dance's fault. Right.Had some sour feeling in my ribcage after the strenous running around in circles dance. D: Other than that, yeah.Not that bad(: Algae still can ta-han.Algae is a hardy green plant.Algae won't die that easily. So natasha,stop being paranoid.I swear i'm fine(: Just remember, talk louder. EVERYTHING HAS BEAUTY but not everyone sees it Did everyone see the card that i drew for Libing? HAHA.In my opinion, it's wonderfully gorgeous with all the clothes peg(: Even though i know she has no use for it. But it has asthetic value! The first thing ever on Earth that me, the greenish thing which thrives in ponds, actually looks pretty. And it's praised by people(: Those who want a clothes peg, leave a tag.I'm only left with a few.HAHA:D I want to be a birthday card maker when i grow up. A PICTURE paints a thousand words  apologies for small photos.blogger is still in the process of screwing itself so i'm reliant on photobucketD: this is how my card for libing looks like   HAHA.so pretty right?say yes.but this is not the best yet...  my absolutely darling table partner, aw pey ling! she's so spastic in this picture, after borrowing my hairband!  HEHE.my materials for libing's 2nd card.  HAHA.stalker-ville?i don't think so.i took this picture quite openly. :DDD  J again.  And again.  J strikes again.More like, algae strikes again.  And again.Is this getting boring?  Packing up to leave!Yipee(:  Ohyeah!(:Last one, i think.Most probably.  Here's the best artwork in the 21st century! I have to admit, this is wayyy better than the one i gave to shaomin.Gosh, i feel damn biased.  HEHE.My english notes are below the card. If J reads this, she's going to kill me.Actually, alot of other teachers too. Chee, Anil, KPL and J. I did the card during their lessons.Oops.  My oh-so-sweet letter.  So cute right?I know everyone loves it. Yes,you are part of 'everyone' too.Don't deny it.  HEHE.The word 'libing'.The G was screwed. Well, imperfections are perfect.  Ooh.I was outside 4H.Backview of Jolene.  Taking picture with Libing.I'm hunch-ing back cause I'm wayyy too tall. :DDD  On the H.I.P board.Danise's work of not-art!HAHA.  My work of art.  And again.  Great.J again.HAHA.It's my fault right?  I found this as a really cheesy pick-up line. Way worse than- I forgot my library card but can I check you out. Gosh.Nick Jonas is as disgusting as his brother,Joe. And I realized that I didn't blog about our SYF dance performance. Ohwell.I'll blog about it.Another day. I need to do my maths now.Or else nadiah will literally chop my head off. 2 more days to my birthday! hint, hint. HAHA.lit's boring.Gosh, J will kill me. Um.Did pretty OK for Chinese oral.A1.Come on, what do you expect for a girl who can't even utter three sentences of Chinese. Yeah.Um.There's PE tomorrow.Yipee(: Um.Chee still sucks.Gahh.I hate trigo. Yoyo is still yoyo-ing and nagging away.Adds on to my distaste for physics. Gosh.The laws of reflection are friggin hard. Hmm...Dance's fun. Ooh.I got a new family. Mom - Jolene Dad - Aloysius(we share the same surename) Me - Kiddo, algae Sista- Celestine MUAHAHA. I bet my parents are cursing and swearing to have a green icky thing as their daughter for life. Right.Daughter for life, you heard it right. And I'm still holding onto my stand that I don't like ANY guys. Gosh, I don't want any profanitites in this post. So yeah, move away.So long, dude. Love, Algae but i everytime try - Monday, July 27, 2009 @ 6:37 PM fuck it all. i'm trying very hard not to cry but the burning tears are trying to escape the locks of my eyes but it hurts, really. my back hurts, rubbing a spot over my kidneys. and i'm cramping my style and my body. during cheer, each time i just turned one round, i felt like vommiting. i was bloody dizzy. and i realized i'm partially deaf. when lingyi and natasha were standing there talking, munching, yapping, my world was wrapped within silence i couldn't hear a thing except for denise's nonsensical rumblings. and that's beacause she's only 1meter away from me. i went home with knee cancer. my knees were hurting so damn much. luckily, my heart isn't giving me problems. cause i'm too fucked up already. refuse to see the docs, because it cost more than the bombs that dropped on hiroshima and nagasaki. one dental appointment laid my mom hundred and twenty bucks. for forty minutes. it was daylight robbery, for goodness sake. i cannot imagine seeing the cardiologist. or the whatever o-logist. i've given up my dermatologist for my skin allergy alrd. i think my mom can't afford. why can't my screwed up body just add in aneroxia or bullima. i have screwed up thyroids that cause me my loss in balance and motion sickness plus tons of headaches when i take a car without making any noise. just add some more dieases, pile them up baby. diabetes, hypertension, gangrene, brain damage, liver cancer, kidney failure. and friday will be my last day. i'll celebrate my birthday&express yourself day and let my soul leave my body. i've tried. it's not as if i don't want to be like the world's best student and study 24/7. i want to, i know i have the motivation. if not why would i be able to lose 6kg in 6months when i was in p6, putting myself on strict diet and highly intensive basketball playing. and now, i'm putting it to use. i've just placed my foot down. i bought a bloody file to file in my notes. i got a new full scap pad from the lost and found corner. i'm ready to study, but all the teachers just think that i'm so slack. jai must think that i'm the 2dimensional barbie doll with nothing more than face value. i'm trying to prove her wrong. but fuck it, she just wants to douse us. like my poor darling peyling who's her victim. and chee isn't any better. i want to do maths. i know i can. i used to top math. krystal can do math. but i just don't wanna freaking try. but when i want to, he goes around nagging and shooting glances across my table. material comfort i want to show the world that i can damn well dance. i want to show the world that i can damn well get an L1R5 of 8. i want to show the world that i can damn well pass my chinese. i want to show the world that i can damn well use my brain. and i'm not an airhead. i want to show the world that i can damn well cheer. i want to show the world that i can damn well play the guitar. i want to show the world that i can damn well get a guy for myself without flirting. i want to show the world that i can damn well get out of cedar. i want to show the world that i can damn well live. live, love, laugh and get laid. isn't that what life is supposed to be about. apparently, nowadays, life goes like this - study, rant, cry, sleep, die fear i'm scared. i think i'm suffering from some phobias. Gephyrophobia(fear of bridges)i've always had an aversion to bridgess since young.don't ask why.i'm afriad the bridge will break into half and i'll fall onto a car.and die. Nyctophobia(fear of darkness)ever since one nightmare i've had about a bus in the dark, i've been hallucinating everything i'm plunged into darkness.alone.i heard sounds like bells ringing when i stayed up late to 3 to do shaomin's birthday present.i nearly cried. Tokophobia(fear of childbirth)yes.weird right?for a person like me.this is the reason why i don't want to get married.i'm afraid of childbirth and the entire process of pregnancy itself. isn't this weird? for a person who seem so fearless as superman. who's not scared of teachers, of insects or archanids, of exams. and here's the weirdest phobia - Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia. i swear i didn't make it up.it's the fear of the number 666. bouquets thank you peyling. thank you krystal. thank you denise. thank you shaomin. everytime everytime i'm stressed, i get panic attacks and abnormal speeding up of heartbeat everytime i run, my windpipe closes up and i can't breathe everytime i come into contact with ink/paint, my enczyma flares up everytime i'm cold, my kidney hurts and i get cramps everytime i'm hot, i hyperventilate and get headaches everytime i spin/turn, i will lose my balance, get headaches and nearly vomit check out my perfectly working body. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHAOMIN- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU- happy sweet sixteen, i'm so sorry i dedicated sucha sucky post to you. i swear i'll do a better one when blogger is not that screwed. I DON'T LIKE ALOYSIUS WONG. I DON'T LIKE CRAIGTON LIAN. I DON'T LIKE MARCUS I DONT KNOW WHAT. are you happy? do i have to admit that i'm not a hooker to hook up the guy that likes my senior?! and msn-ing a guy doesn't mean that i'm interested in him, there's something called being friends with a guy without being kissing him THANKYOU. much as i'm a bitch, fuck off. love, algae and everything i try, to find i've fallen without my wings i feel so small, i guess i need you baby too hot for me - Thursday, July 23, 2009 @ 9:16 PM HAHA. i fell in love with dance all over again. ok.maybe not.maybe it was because of someone's presence.HEHE. maybe someones'... HAHAHHAHAHAH. let's recount some facts on what happened today. i screwed the finale dance. :'( blanked out like crap la. shit-ass. jolene fell. D: sad for her. we practiced very hard for the finale, and let's hope that everything turns out wonderful tomorrow. and the 'thankyou's go to amanda and jolene! (: bus rides to UCC(university cultural center)are fun. you get chocolate, nice views, teasings and loads of laughter. espeically when you sit next to the candy-supplier, denise. HEHE.but there's a whole bunch of candy vultures around me.... and a person who is congurent to a rubbish bin! :DDDDDDD gahh. too hot, too cute. HAHA.i mean, quite cute, quite hot. i want to watch the cat. high boys dance!!! but i damn sad la, the quite hot guy moved from my side to the other side for the finale dance. HAHA.shall keep descriptions vague... :DDDD and hell, i friggin do not flirt with guys. but i like to make them laugh. with my name. HAHAHAHHAH. ALGAE MOSS WONG. that's the name that appears on my IC. who believes that? apparently, celestine made it up and marcus from millenna insistute believed it. HAHA. he's so naive and cute! and he asked if my sister was a cactus. and if my mom majored in bio! :DDD my mom was a friggin art student! -.- damn cute, i mean, quite cute. HEHE(: i think debbie from riverside is very pretty and talented! (: GO SEC4S! YOU CAN DO IT! ALGAE IS ROOTING FOR YOU! hehe.i think the sec4s are friggin poor thing. while the school is a slave driver. 1 mock paper per subject everyday. they could just ask me to jump of the state of empire building. and they had physics stuff to do while we were in the dressing room, talking and laughing and playing. well, i kepy quiet cause i didn't want to contribute to the noise pollution. amanda, libing, shaomin, yiying needs peace to do homework. especially physics. -.- i hate it. so, good luck for tomorrow's test. even though i have no idea what is it? GET WELL SOON! HEHE.amanda's down with something. i think it's shingles.HEHE.i think. well, it's contagious. not like i give a damn. i got shingles twice already. shouldn't be that unlucky to catch it again. but i pity shingles-sufferers, it's like a more painful chickenpox. it's like the katy perry 'hot and cold'. :DD get well soon, amanda. GO, GO JOLENE! i think jolene is very poor thing. D: awww... hope your toenail recovers, and don't worry, i have as much overdue homework as you. don't let the role of dance vice-captain pull you down. you can do it! (: i like dressing rooms in UCC. i can't wait for tmr's make-up session. i can't wait to see jolene's make-up. i have no make-up remover and i'm damn depressed. i'm obessed over m.a.c in taka because it's so nice. i'm obessed over m.a.c lime green lip gloss because they look alien-ish. but i can't afford apparently. i love purple bobbi brown lip gloss cuz they're COOL. yipee. i love myself. I LOVE PE LESSONS. mr chan is ultra-cute. HAHA.he thinks i have flabby arms.HAHA.i thought everyone has. so i'm not an exception. and i love gym. but my upper arms are starting to feel pained and oh-so-achy. and i owe him a drink. my wallet doesn't feel so full anymore. don't miss me, i know you will. i swear i'll do an online petition. tmr. i'm too tired. need to go pack up for dance tmr. shit-ass. love, algae. i know you love me. especially denise! (: damn. - Wednesday, July 22, 2009 @ 10:55 PM 56bucks. friggin 56bucks for a SYF costume. maybe to the rich, 56bucks ISN'T alot. but to me, it's like the world. and i bet to the school, it's smaller than an ant. because they're not the one surviving on $1.50 a day. they're not the one who buy a load of squashed wholemeal bread at $2 and eat it PLAIN for the entire week. they're not the one who 'kop' barbecue and mayonise sauce from macs just to add toppling to her reccess -wholemeal bread. they're not the one who 'kop' used ziploc bags from last year to use as a lunch bag. they're not the one who has to open a blogshop just to save money to buy presents for herself on her own birthday because she can't afford it. and now they're robbing me of my savings. 56bucks. think about it. krystal survives on $8 a day denise survives on $4 a day i survive on $1.50 a day and that's only recess people in india survive on $1 for the entire day. 56bucks is 37.3333 days worth of my allowance. 1 friggin month. plus i have to pay for class funds class photo money dance photo money laoshi's performance money phone top-up that comes up like you know how much? and my mom doesn't even give me a fucking cent extra. let's think twice about joing SYF in 2011, dudes. in the meantime, i don't mind working as a sex-phone operator. read it in a book. doesn't sound that bad. $1.20 per minute. good money. right.and now, my mom's scolding me about lending money from people. and using other people's phone to sms. can someone just please, please, please try to understand that i'm fucking poor and i don't have money to waste on sms-es. maybe i should just not eat. die of aneroxia. i can blame the school then. and my dear juniors, DON'T COME TO SEEEEEEDAR. it'll ruin your life. trust me. the sec4s know better. you know what i want for my birthday? simple things. i don't need an iphone and all that shit. i just want a mango tanktop, a hair straightener and curler and a fearless CD. you know how these things make me life less miserable. those are the materialistic stuff. if i can finish writing a story and play love story on the guitar, the gratitude towards myself is like thissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss long. love, algae i've had the horniest dream ever. even worse than the edward's a bastard one. it involves a teacher. and hell, it's sick. - Tuesday, July 21, 2009 @ 8:36 PM screw the damned school. and screw friggin blogger. ugh. i'm not paying the money for the SYF costume. because i don't have the dollar signs. mom doesn't want to give me money and i've blasted all my savings. and guess what, it's not my fault. WE, cedar dancers, won the friggin gold with honors. want to know what's our reward? a bill of 56bucks. my bro's dance got bronze and school presented them with a friggin medal/trophy whatever you call it. and my school has no idea on how to be appreciative of other's efforts. fuck the school la. and i don't care about my language cuz i'm friggin pissed. and guess what, to end on a lighter notes, I LOVE ROSE CHEER! the seniors are friggin nice!(: yipee ya ya yipee yipee ya maybe seniors and friends are the only reason why i won't quit cedar and go st nics or chinese girls. maybe the entire cedar should quit school. we set up our own school! called the algae school! HAHAHHAHAHAH.being random. I have a fragile heart, and this love is impossible. Stop it. Stop giving others false hope ok? If you like someone, then hell, just tell them. What's with the 'discreet' words and stuff? Others people pin their hopes on you and YOU... are hopeless. gahhhhh.... i need to vent my feelings by starting on my stories. but apparently, i haven't finished my chinese homework. gah.friggin hell. and you know what, my mom actually agrees with me on my perspective on why i should not pay for the SYF costume. finally, we're on the same page. and who has an electrical kettle, wants to save money and likes instant noodles? need to know.thanks. love, algae if today was your last day - - Sunday, July 19, 2009 @ 2:06 PM right. didn't blog much yesterday cuz i was wallowing over the fact that i have a deprieved wardrobe. and god isn't nice enough to bless me with talents like louise bagshawe or gabriel(he had brains at least) or beauty like roxanna felix or emma watsons or taylor swift. anyway, this weekend has been a bam bam one. rushed out of school hollering like a crazy idiot all the way to sdt. and i did tell you about how irritating is my body right? then decided to write my story while waiting to do cip. and i lost the friggin manuscript. damn me. cip was fun. doodling on people's hand; trying to convince myself that there are some form of art genes within me. but in the end, i didn't convince myself. got a shot with the machine gun thermometer. -.- the lady working with us was nice. that's a consolation. and remind me, i owe yixin 50cents. saturday was va-va-voom shopping. 12 hours straight. HAHA.liked it alot. and i went shopping today. at 9am in the morning. yipee(: i really believe i major in shoppalogy. and retardedlogy at the same time. yeah, so now i'm bloghopping even though i have homework piling up like carbon dioxide being released into the air. million of tons per year. imagine the impact. on me. and i'm thinking. thought-provoking, that type of thinking. not the kind that makes you waste your brain juice on a maths topic you know it'll never be of any use unless you aspire to be mr chan/mr chee/mr egg what if really, i'm no longer who i am. maybe the girl i've always wanted to be like. sickly, pale, weak, skinny tall, smart, sweet, kind, soft, gentle, quiet. that's the me that i always see in my dreams when i was 6. but that's not me, will algae be the same if i'm no longer - loud, short, tanned, irritating the hell outta your guts, annoying, sickening, ugly, low IQ and EQ, waste of space, resources and money that kind of person. i'm sure mr chee would be happy if the pain in the ass is no longer here. did i tell you that he wanted to shoot me with a rubber band and tape my mouth. well, way to go, chee. hands off me. will i be the same? anyway, here's a song i'm reflecting on now. If today was your last day, Tomorrow was too late, Could you say goodbye to yesterday.. Would you live each moment like your last? Leave old pictures in the past? Donate every dime you have? If today was your last day what the hell is liquid heroin? it starts with la... something, something. damn me. my stupid less than 512 MB brain. anyway, i'm writing new stories.again.hope you're not surprised. it's about dancers. i'm just reflecting on our oh-so-wonderful green dance. with added romance, hatred and bitchiness. and all names are changed. i don't think anyone will be able to guess who's who. and another one is about a bratty hiress finding true love. gahhh. how cliche. but somehow, i just like it. bagshawe inspired this. alright, and hell, i need the mega-hit inspiration to just bam me in my face. come on, hit me. hit me. it didn't. and i still can't prove to J anything. that even if i have no fashion taste in life, i can conjure versace, karen miller, channel dresses out of my puny little brain. and actually make someone cry reading my story(i cried writing my amanda story which is sadly, uncompleted) fucking hell just let me do something right. i can't write. i can't dance. i can't sing. i can't study. i can't be the world best business woman. i can't play any instrument. oh hell. can't any guy just sing this to me on his knees, pull out a tiffany ring and bloody well propose to me? random thought. and i don't flirt with guys.note that.especially catholic high. i'm sorry i'm bad i'm sorry i'm blue i'm sorry for everything i said to you and i know, i can't take it back i love how you kiss i love all your sounds baby, the way you make my world go round and i wanted to say, i'm sorry if today was my last day, how would i live it? write a story and then burn it, algae when you believe - - Saturday, July 18, 2009 @ 10:46 PM it's amazing how can a fictional story move you tears while you're munching golden fries from macdonalds in a crowded and overated takashimaya. lousie bagshawe has done it. kudos to her. she's even better than my favorites, erin mccarthy, chris manby and kathy love. go bagshawe! (: ooh. and speaking of which i think i got the best present in my life. a guitar! (: ha. and it's not even my birthday yet. but the bad thing is that, i can't play it - not because i'm incompetent but the friggin thing is untuned. everything i play comes out wrong. when i try tuning it, it sounds even worse. some help please, anyone? and i borrowed a self-help book from the library. gahh. it doesn't help me to play 'this old man' butterfly fly away - went shopping today. 12 hours straight. (: well, algae's stamina is still going strong. and i've fallen in love with edc at tampines 1. don't ask me why. both me and my sis are suckers for edc. but the difference is - she's rich enough to afford it. i'm not. there can be miracles, when you believe define reality. define what i want. here's a list. those in pink are unrealistic. and i think i'll have 75% less grey ones compared to pink. this goes to show how naive and fantasy-like is the world i've been living in - own orchad road (this is the reason why i should belong in woodbridge) expand orchad road even though it's getting as overrated as LV own edc (i wish) play the guiar like taylor swift (right. taylor swift. if i can even make 'this old man' work. it's miraculous) play the piano (long fingers. so what? poor hand-eye coordiantion.) write stories like louise bagshawe and have them published (that'll happen when J stops critizing me) appear on the runway in 5 years time (runway? right. i could appear on the virtual runway with my 2 dimensional barbie doll sponsered by facebook) actually do chinese (it's a scary thought) do science (passion doesn't mean talent or brains.) cure my distaste for physics (sighs. light. electrcity. work. heat. damn.) make sure that gabriel(he majors in bio)doesn't hinder my dream of majoring in bio algae to save the world(literally. me. the greenish stuff. i'm going to be the next alternative energy and number one carbon dioxide sucker) a new handphone(sighs.) 3-in-1 hair straightener/curler (somehow, i just think it wouldn't work) body shop bilberry color detangler (20 bucks for a bottle of 250ml. any qualms why my mom wouldn't buy it for me?) white mango tanktop with gold prints (i'm putting this as reality, hoping. went mango and found out they launched new tanktops. sighs. mom refused to buy) fearless CD (i'm trying to convince myself that at the rate i'm spending money, hopefully, there's enough to go around to support my dearest taylor swift) all the lousie bagshawe books (singapore doesn't even sell them. the NLB saved me) be able to locate all places in singapore on a map without having to look at the map itself (i'm trying. really.) to be rich? (everyone would love that) to own my very first M.A.C make-up (wait till i get my first paycheck then) sweetness in lives of the people i love (yep. that'll happen. once i get kick-assed out of the story) all terrorists to die (have y'all heard of the jarkata bombings? it was gruesome. and kick ass those terrorists) all poor people to get rich (puh-lease. the gap between rich and poor is spreading further and wider each day) to have a hamster (mom will never allow. after my brother killed twiddle and dumb, no hope) to memorise all elements in the periodic table (HAHA.i'm a sucker for chemistry) to lead a happy life now, you see how deprieved i am in my life. i have a loving and doting sister. i have a kick-ass and highly hilarious older brother. i have a shitty younger brother. i have oh-so-understanding parents. i have a sweet grandpa. i have a gorgeous grandma. i have a laptop. i have friends. do i? i have food and water. i have proper sanitation facilities. i have a bedroom. i have people to love. i have a dream. i have a passion. i have a brain. let me rethink that. i have working limbs. not in perfect condition though. i am living. what i don't have - money. beauty. brains. REAL brains. talent. charisma. loving family. nice teachers. proper school. US citizenship. proper bag proper wallet anti-virus software scrapbooking supplies courage compassion. but i'm not ice queen either. creativity. hands that work. like be able to scuplture stuff, play piano and do art. legs that work. eyes that work. hell, a friggin body with an operational heart and windpipe. the list goes on. right. my last wish reminds me of how sickly i am . after running/walking 5 flights of steps, i can't breathe at all. 99% of the air that goes in my mouth comes out. i feel light-headed i have a headache the size of a mammoth that jumped out from ice age 3. i can't feel my fingers or toes. my ribcage hurts like hell. after chasing denise and yixin from 1st story to 3rd storey, i kneel onto the floor clutching my heart and using my willpower to increase the size of my windpipe. right. and i choke like on everything. my saliva. my food. my air. and once i am stressed, my heart squeezes me as though it's my conscience and i've just stolen a burberry bag. damn me. i hate my body. who doesn't? love, algae today is not a good day to rumble the hell outta my wits. damn the dentist. - Tuesday, July 14, 2009 @ 4:55 PM open your mouth, elgenia yeahright. i was being treated like a XIAO MEI MEI all over again when i went to the dentist today gahhhh. i'm like a sulking child demanding for sweets after dental appointment -.- anyway, i got a filling in my teeth, and i think the dentist is going to pull one of my molars out cuz it's DEAD. ok.wow. and the not-so-smart dentist decided to give me anathestic (just pretend the spelling is correct) and guess when the numbing thing came? after my dental appointment. how smart. and i did mention this before right? DONT OPEN YOUR EYES WHEN YOU'RE AT THE DENTIST. because at one time, there was a machine in my mouth, vibrating. plus two needles and two metal sticks. is my mouth really THAT big to fit all of it inside?! and maths CT sucked like hell today. gahhh. lemme ask you, is the possibility of algae being blind or there's something wrong with algae's maths paper higher? HAHA. cause i completely didn't see one question at all. and it was friggin 4 marks.dun remind me. :'( i wan to cry already, study like shit(ok, not really)and then liddat. GRRR... i officially hate yoyo D: grrr... so many extra lessons. science and history is making me sleep. support my blogshop!(: there's customized tees! $11 only! yipee ya ya! http://shoppalogy.blogspot.com grrr. why must J keep on teasing me about my dressing. i'm NOT a fashion disaster nor do i have a wardrobe malfunction GAHH.... and half my mouth is numb and i can taste my tooth filling. smells like metal. tastes nice. HAHAHHAHH. i can't talk properly(don't cheer)cuz i have half a paralyzed tongue. D: damn the dentist. love, algae nothing to say - Sunday, July 12, 2009 @ 12:25 PM HEHE. i'm actually very bored so yeah, just blogging! (: just updated the blogshop!!! yipee!(: there's little miss and little mister shirts! :D go support algae, $9 only. ooh. and i feel friggin inspired now. cause i just read lousie bagshawe. HEHE. jarule cried reading monday's child.HAHA.(: i cried reading 'when she was bad' also! :'( such a tear inducer. and now, since i feel so inspired, i'm on a new plot! whaddya think of it: Kayla Silver’s a trust fund princess with an incredibly tanned, slimmed and a va-va-voom figure. She’s dated countless men and none of them wants her. Of course, she didn’t want them either but those were dates sponsored by her dad, the billionaire. All the Hollywood playboys, the boring like hell Wall Street addicts, or the hung up on drugs arty farty people. Kayla had enough of guys till she saw the gardener in her mansion. Kristen Levin seems to be the best arms anyone could be in a cuddle when her latest playboy boyfriends dumped her because she rejected sex. Maybe that’s the reason why. She’d been rejected sex for too long. So much for being a devoted Catholic. So when Kristen makes a move, Kayla gladly enjoys it. But the next morning, they wake up to find themselves sleeping in the shed and a not-so glorious future. Daddy Silver will never approve Kristen because he's a blue collar gardener. Future looks bleak for both Kayla and Kristen - Kayla has to face a boring life with nothing to do, even shopping doesn't arouse her while Kristen faces the dilemma to move out of New York for better-paying clients or stay in the Silver mansion, oogling at Kayla and getting hard-on. So will the lovers reunite or will Kristen just travel to somewhere far away, hopefully forgetting Kayla while Kayla gets a Wall Street accountant in the end and forgets to invite Kristen to her wedding? HAHA.this is the blurb.and i think it's kind of lame. gahh, algae has the worst imagination in the world and can't write a friggin striaght story for nuts. bleah. don't remind me of my gothic story. i've still got to prove J that i, algae, can WRITE. not just high-school horny romances or adult fiction about two dimensional blonde barbies with boob jobs. i can spin something of real good, high-class, top-notch material. and when i publish my first story, that's going to smash J in her face. HAHA.like that'll happen. if that happens, i'll really play the guitar like taylor swift and even appear on vogue as a america' next model. apparently, these wouldn't happen. they're fantasies.... D: ooh.and i'm learning how to play the guitar now. music's fun but i've got a terrible blister from playing typing maniac or sitting down in my broken chair and churning out several thousands of words within two hours for my stories. and my index finger is officially declared as slow. and did i even mention that i have poor hand-eye co-ordination. or hand-hand co-ordination. i have no idea how i got into dance. and that i've an art handicap(just like shannen. and yeah, poor denise. she got me as an art partner) and all, i can do is to improvise my badmiton racket with rubber bands so it'll look like a guitar for me to practice 'this old man' or scribbling stuff on my whiteboard, most of the time making up stuff that means profanities, cursing my mom when they actually just look like plain english. like french song - when you directly translate to chinese and you pronounce it, it sounds just like the f-word. and my mom has no idea when i scribble that in my chinese assesment book. HAHA. i had the best chinese lesson in 4353459348594 years! friggin hell. unbelievable. we were laughing like crap during our latest chinese lesson. and squashed between florence(the laughing machine of the day) and peyling(my slower than slow table partner), you just can't help but laugh. and enjoy chinese summary lessons. (: ok.ta-da.enough of crapping on this bimbotic blog. i need to do my shark comprehension. *sighs* reminder -maths CT3 is on tuesday! screw cedar. love, algae http://shoppalogy.blogspot.com a friggin present. - Thursday, July 9, 2009 @ 4:40 PM I NEED A FRIGGIN BIRTHDAY PRESENT! for my obnoxious, ridiculous and absolutely innocent brother. gahh. gimme ideas. what would suit a 10year old heardly literate boy who adores pokemon and facebook? and he wants a little mr clever shirt. but where the heck am i supposed to find it. gahh. anyway, quick update on first day of school. *koh poh leng screwed our class photos. grrr.* pe - so much for gymnastics. i want to learn more tricks! :( why can't they hire proper gym teachers? later we kenna break spine, break neck, they die. ask us to do backroll in HALL. were they even thinking? one quater of the class has friggin back problems! -.- doing it in AS kills me. and now, hard wood. HALL. gahh. sci- chemistry is friggin fun. someday i'm going to buy a universal indicator. anyone cares to tell me where can i buy it? arigato in advance! (: eng- rawr.J saw me in J8, shopping. damnit. reading- talk to mdm zetty! :DDD got denise into trouble! :( literature- HAHA.the battle of the egomaniacs on commontown lit forum. i guess, first prize goes to celine and peyling. -.- maths- gahh.not elated to see chee.(i bet everyone share the same sentiments except for *hint*) ooh.and krystal has a eraser that looks like a... um. HAHHA only jarule and krystal knows. HAHA.but i swear, it looks like a miniature version of it! (: geog- did work, ok? not entirely slack. blah, blah. with florence, nadiah, farhana, celine, dayna, peyling, eugenia, shannen HAHHA. we spent more time quarrelling over answers than writing them down.-.- right. tomorrow. i'm not looking forward to it. cuz it's my brother's birthday. gahh. and he had his cake last saturday. so yeah, no swensens ice cream cake tmr...blah. and i'll be all alone at night.GAHH. and i think denise, shannen, yixin and me are going to study. HAHA. with me around, i doubt. but seriously, i don't understand maths. -.- that must be weird coming from someone who topped maths in level last time. *sighs* i've used up my brain juice already. seeya, aliens! i'm weird to think that i'm weird to think that peyling's weird?! HAHHAHAHAH. love, algae P.S MRT/bus rides with 2C and 2M people are fun! (: http://shoppalogy.blogspot.com stalker village - Sunday, July 5, 2009 @ 11:07 PM HELP! boys are freaky! while, i am stalked. #1: on wednesday, after lunch at macs with JY and eleanor, i took circle line to bishan. GO LIBRARY!(: and my mom was there. and then, there was this guy sitting opposite me on the train. yeah. no biggie. then i went out. i think he was kind of loss or something like that. HAHA. you should NOT pity him. then he took the escalator. WITH ME. actually, he was standing behind me. god knows what was he staring at. then he moved up. and stood right next to me!!!!! and he stared at me. i kind of ignored him, listening to taylor swift and stuff. but he kept on staring. SO RUDE. waaah. then i walked faster after the escalator. :o and he (lao kok kok already), to catch up with me must half-run.HAHAHAH. then i suddenly slowed down. he overshot me. HAHAHA.serves him right. then i walked slowly, real slow. and then he slowed down also. WTH. >.< and then we took the escalator. he stood next to me. AGAIN. and stared. damn it. once i got out of the train, i RAN. PHEW. ): now, since we're on the topic of guys. lemme talk about MY experiences. D: on the day of dance competition. anyone knows how i looked like after dancing? sweating. cursing. make-up run. disgusting clothes. and we sat on the floor, watching tanglin sec school dance. and went i turned to the right, to just look around and shit. some tanglin boy did the m1 advertisment good sign at me. you know, the dood dood dood and you life your two thumbs up? AND MOVE. that's what he did. i was scared like hell. i smiled nervously back and dug my head into phoebe. RAWR. wads with guys? they just like to scare me right?! on saturday, after shopping at IKEA. oh shit-ass. don't give me a lecture on social responsibility and social distancing. i was sitting on bus 81. alone. the bus was packed and stuff. yada, yada. mom sitting behind me. then i was sitting next to a serangoon JC guy. so, he was like sitting on 50% of the seat. and i was like sitting 30%, listening to miley cyrus. HAHAH and he put his hand next to my thigh. my fat, disgusting, flabby thigh. :O omgosh. i was like panicking. :OOOOOO i moved so i only occupied 25% of the seat. D: his hand moved. GAHHHH. luckily the next stop got some old lady come on the bus. and being the gracious cedarian (so, NOT) i gave up the seat. HAHAH. after that he kept his hands to himself. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA(: OOH. and orchad opened a new mall. a boring one. so, NOTTTT nice. HAHAHAH.(: I WATCHED HANNAH MONTANA!!!!!! and cried thrice. don't ask me why. i cried when lucas(his name in the movie was tre-something, trevor? trevin?HAHA i forgot) said WE'RE OVER. my gosh. i cried like shit. and the revolving doors were cool. they had significance and stuff. the next time i cried was when miley took off her blond wig. OMGOSH. damn saddening her speech la. and when she sang the climb, me cried again. HAHAHAHAH. im a tear-inducer. and i love hoedown throwdown. DAMN NICE SONG. boom boom clap, boom de clap, de clap(: and to all miley-haters out there: im sorry. im not in your league. miley cyrus is gorgeous, has a beautiful voice and can act for nuts. I LOVE LOUISE BAGSHAWE she writes better books than erin mccarthy! (: i recommend you people! GO, GO, GO! not in the romance section!HAHA(: no scenes but bagshawe threw in a little profanities and stuff. i cried when i read GLAMOR. once when jane broke up with craig. and in the end, when craig proposes to jane. DAMN SWEET. and sad la. i cried like shit. and i really want to be jane morgan. (she's one-third of the female protagonist) i want to have sexy as hell craig levin as my boyfriend. brains that can make in wall street. pale skin. british accent(like rob pat!) and being beautiful! :DDDDD ok. now for an advert break! HAHAHAHAHHA i updated my blogshop! oversized tanktop going for $9.50!!!! (: colorful bangles! start from $1.80(: HEHE. PLEASE SUPPORT! now for tag-answering time! (: I'M WRITING A NEW STORY! love, algae my mom has no fashion sense. - Thursday, July 2, 2009 @ 7:33 PM LOA day1: news feed - my mom has no fashion sense my bro is a disgusting egomaniac i'm a meanie bitch (: well, let's take a look at so-called STYLE my mom claims to have when she dresses up for a party tonight. obviously, she's out. so i can blog. and critisize her.  a pink dress.  that so-called accentuates her curves  and MY pink bag you should have seen her. pink bag. pink necklace. fyi, MINE. pink dress. pink earrings. she'd looked as if she was a 6year old who just woke up from candyland. or as if she was just dunked into the pink candyfloss machine.  at first, she wanted to wear this. hell, this is CHOMEL. branded. and it sucks. if you can't really see the digusting dress that im wearing, check out my description: a dress for old ladies to wear to funerals a dress that has more flowers that botanical gardens a dress that has flappy wings that people use in chinese opera a dress that chomel made sing old curtains a dress that should be condemned  and this is the one that i picked out for her. and refused to wear.  MY beaded necklace.  MY pearl bracelet  orange earrings. it's complimentary! HELL. blessing in disguise? or not. - Wednesday, July 1, 2009 @ 8:31 PM don't know whether to cry or to laugh WAAAHHH... HAHA? anyway, it's confirmed. i'm on leave of absence. actually, the entire 2H is. it's not aishu's fault. it's H1N1's fault. HAHA. and we're H2N1? :D RIGHT.... leave of absence. shit-ass. i miss school. already. damn it. it's like 8.30pm. ONLY. and i can't get out of house. well, if i am socially responsible. if i'm not... THEN.... HAHA. on the other hand, the BRIGHTER side. we don't have to go to school. and see mr egg. who teaches worse than an egg(can an egg teach? egg-o-logy?) peyling and i are at example 24 and he's stuck at what, 20? 21? HAHA. on, the DARKER side. i miss AYG. c'mon, i have to admit. tiring BUT fun. it's both persiration AND inspiration inducing. and i love watching jumps. D: but nicole says i can never be an athlete.*bleah* HAHA. and miss yang's nice. don't know is act cool or like wad nicole thinks, REALLY cool. HAHA. but she's sweet. and that's all. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO AISHUUUUUUU HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! your present is still with me! so dun run away! HAHA. can i mail you the present? ask your ah-ma go downstairs, mailbox to collect. HAHA. happy birthday! (: DENISEEEEEEEEEEEEE. don't know is she angry or me or not. she's like self-distancing herself away from me. -.- not as if i have H1N1. maybe it's because of our new position,... each time i look at her, florence shoots her DEADLY glare. :x PEYLINGLING(: peyling's so cuteeeee. everyone agrees! haha. this ego-maniac finally agreed that's she's cute. HAHA. and did i mention she's blurrer than chan? um. maybe not. (: love, algae CAN I CRASH SCH TMR? :o |
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