Yes, Nic's been sick. Just went back to school today, and well,
I KNOW YOU ALL HAVE MISSED ME!!
haha.
Ok. Ego boosting over. But anyway, I probably wasn't much fun today. Drifting around looking stoned half the time and the other half spent coughing and grumbling that I wanted to die. Heh. Well, I DID want to die. I still kinda do. Or rather, I'm going to die. Haha.
Babblebabblebabblebabblebabblebabble.
Keep in mind that I'm heavily drugged at the moment and I feel like a bloody walking pharmacy now with all the medicine in me. SIX pills, one capsule and two spoons of cough syrup. Or it could've been three spoons, I can't remember.
On Monday and Tuesday I've spent so so so much time sleeping, and guess what? I can still sleep! Yes, tis amazing, but even Nicola, "I'll sleep when I'm dead", has to sleep sometimes.
Going to school again tomorrow (I've not much choice, anyway!?). The worst is over (well, for now). Doesn't that sound optimistic? Haha. Anyway. Right now I've got this annoying cough that persists on plaguing my existance, and my throat's still really sore.
Right I'm off to have yet another coughing fit, catch you later!
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Thursday, March 24, 2005
stupid fwd email
Check this out! Haha it's a stupid forwarded email from my mum:
'Been to the Patent Office trying to register some of my inventions. I went to the main desk to sign in and the lady at the desk had a form that had to be filled out.
She wrote down my personal info and then asked me what I had invented.
I said, "A folding bottle."She said, "Okay, what do you call it?"
"A Fottle"
"What else do you have?"
"A folding carton."
"What do you call it?"
"A Farton."
She snickered and said, "Those are silly names for products and one of them sounds kind of crude."
I was so upset by her comment that I grabbed the form and left theoffice without telling her about my folding bucket."
'Been to the Patent Office trying to register some of my inventions. I went to the main desk to sign in and the lady at the desk had a form that had to be filled out.
She wrote down my personal info and then asked me what I had invented.
I said, "A folding bottle."She said, "Okay, what do you call it?"
"A Fottle"
"What else do you have?"
"A folding carton."
"What do you call it?"
"A Farton."
She snickered and said, "Those are silly names for products and one of them sounds kind of crude."
I was so upset by her comment that I grabbed the form and left theoffice without telling her about my folding bucket."
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
I have superpowers!
The last day before mother gets back from her little holiday in India. Dammit. I wish she'd stay there longer. Maybe for a month. Grr. Oh well it's so much easier to go out when she's not around. Pfft but the thing is she's coming back and there's nothing I can do about it eh?
So anyways, I'm left with my one last free afternoon. Brother'll be in school til six-ish as he's got band cca and dad's at work, guess he'll pick up my brother on his way back. Shaun's in camp and I can't talk to him. Viv is...well maybe still in school, not too sure. Denise? Where are you woman?
So I'm bored, alone (yes, ditched by the dog even, I *think* he's sleeping downstairs in MY room) and ready to babble a bit.
Diarrhoea of the fingers. Haha.
This has been bugging me for a while. Something I think about when I'm uber bored (read: now)
So I left the sunny little island of S'pore to go study in Melbourne. Wasn't my choice but I was cool with it. After studying there for four or so years, for reasons unexplained to me (then, and even now it's still kinda sketchy) we moved back here. Now, does this make me a loyal singaporean, since I left the country, then returned? Or am I a DIS-loyal singaporean? because to tell the truth, I was very, very pissed and bummed out that we were moving back here, I wanted to stay in Melbourne for ever and ever and ever (well I was a young kid. barely 11 years old. or should that be 'young'?)
ok that's over.
Now I shall amuse myself by typing out how I took a chicken pie out of the freezer for lunch and plonked it in the oven when it was rock-solid. The instructions said heat at 180C for 18-25 minutes. Well that seemed easy peasy, any idiot could do that. 25 minutes? More like an hour. Seriously it took eons til the dratted pie actually defrosted. After which I got annoyed with it and poked random holes over the surface of the pie, hoping the heat would penatrate the pie and thus heat it up faster. After what seemed like years and the hydrochloric acid in my stomach threatening to burn a hole through the stomach lining (yes, Nic was very hungry, and watching your lunch heat up slooooooooowly does not help at all!) the bloody pie finally browned on top and I yanked it out, put a forkful into my mouth and burnt my tongue. Yup. Very smart.
Oh and I have a super power! Yes, hence the title of this post, it wasn't just some random thought.
Last night, during training, we were doing sprinting. It was the last lap and the Evil Coach Chia made us plunge in from the starting block. Now, no matter how hard I try, I can't plunge in properly without water entering my goggles and irritating my eyes. So I took my goggles off. You know how superheros put on masks and then they use their super powers? Well my super power didn't show itself til I TOOK OFF my goggles. Super power? I swam so much faster! Cut off a whole FOUR seconds from my timing, duely shocking Nellyn in the process.
In fact, it was thanks to her that I realised my super power. Haha. If she hadn't mentioned the extraordinary feat I'd performed I would have never realised my true powers! Thanks, Nell.
Ok that was so much rubbish, and in such a short time! Ha well. Boredom *does* do that to you!
Fine now I'm sick of typing (well, for now) I shall go play my guitar with the volume turned waay up high, since there's no one home to complain and grumble.
catch you later!
So anyways, I'm left with my one last free afternoon. Brother'll be in school til six-ish as he's got band cca and dad's at work, guess he'll pick up my brother on his way back. Shaun's in camp and I can't talk to him. Viv is...well maybe still in school, not too sure. Denise? Where are you woman?
So I'm bored, alone (yes, ditched by the dog even, I *think* he's sleeping downstairs in MY room) and ready to babble a bit.
Diarrhoea of the fingers. Haha.
This has been bugging me for a while. Something I think about when I'm uber bored (read: now)
So I left the sunny little island of S'pore to go study in Melbourne. Wasn't my choice but I was cool with it. After studying there for four or so years, for reasons unexplained to me (then, and even now it's still kinda sketchy) we moved back here. Now, does this make me a loyal singaporean, since I left the country, then returned? Or am I a DIS-loyal singaporean? because to tell the truth, I was very, very pissed and bummed out that we were moving back here, I wanted to stay in Melbourne for ever and ever and ever (well I was a young kid. barely 11 years old. or should that be 'young'?)
ok that's over.
Now I shall amuse myself by typing out how I took a chicken pie out of the freezer for lunch and plonked it in the oven when it was rock-solid. The instructions said heat at 180C for 18-25 minutes. Well that seemed easy peasy, any idiot could do that. 25 minutes? More like an hour. Seriously it took eons til the dratted pie actually defrosted. After which I got annoyed with it and poked random holes over the surface of the pie, hoping the heat would penatrate the pie and thus heat it up faster. After what seemed like years and the hydrochloric acid in my stomach threatening to burn a hole through the stomach lining (yes, Nic was very hungry, and watching your lunch heat up slooooooooowly does not help at all!) the bloody pie finally browned on top and I yanked it out, put a forkful into my mouth and burnt my tongue. Yup. Very smart.
Oh and I have a super power! Yes, hence the title of this post, it wasn't just some random thought.
Last night, during training, we were doing sprinting. It was the last lap and the Evil Coach Chia made us plunge in from the starting block. Now, no matter how hard I try, I can't plunge in properly without water entering my goggles and irritating my eyes. So I took my goggles off. You know how superheros put on masks and then they use their super powers? Well my super power didn't show itself til I TOOK OFF my goggles. Super power? I swam so much faster! Cut off a whole FOUR seconds from my timing, duely shocking Nellyn in the process.
In fact, it was thanks to her that I realised my super power. Haha. If she hadn't mentioned the extraordinary feat I'd performed I would have never realised my true powers! Thanks, Nell.
Ok that was so much rubbish, and in such a short time! Ha well. Boredom *does* do that to you!
Fine now I'm sick of typing (well, for now) I shall go play my guitar with the volume turned waay up high, since there's no one home to complain and grumble.
catch you later!
Saturday, March 19, 2005
argh.
I don't know what's happening to me. That shit depressed feeling is back again, making me want to cry for no reason, making me want to scream, scream, scream til my throat is raw and my voice gets hoarse. Don't ask me what's wrong, I don't fucking know, which is the worst bit.
I should try snapping out of it. Focus on tomorrow, which is a sunday. fuck I don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow. I want to go to that gig at Sentosa, wanna stay there the whole day. Some good bands playing. Unfortunately certain circumstances may not allow me to do that, which is fucked up. That may be why I'm depressed. That's not even half of it. Sorry for the language used, I'm pissed and depressed. Not a good combination. Actually, forget that. I'm NOT sorry. argh. I'm just babbling away here. Go away if you don't wanna read it. Piss off. Fucking school on Monday. Another ten long weeks to go. Don't wanna go I wish school got cancelled or something. I sound like a bratty kid. Don't care. I'm babbling and I don't care. Hmm I think i said that already. Oh well. I wish I died now. No, actually, stuff that, I don't. I want money to indulge in stupid stuff, like CDs and clothes. I need more clothes, actually, so maybe clothes are a need and not a want. Whatever. If I bought all the CDs from the bands I like the bill would go into hundreds, maybe a thousand. Wow.
I wish I could bottle up the feeling of holidays, bottle it and mass produce it so I'd be more cheerful all the time. I'm getting sick and tired of pretending everything's fine and dandy.
I should try snapping out of it. Focus on tomorrow, which is a sunday. fuck I don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow. I want to go to that gig at Sentosa, wanna stay there the whole day. Some good bands playing. Unfortunately certain circumstances may not allow me to do that, which is fucked up. That may be why I'm depressed. That's not even half of it. Sorry for the language used, I'm pissed and depressed. Not a good combination. Actually, forget that. I'm NOT sorry. argh. I'm just babbling away here. Go away if you don't wanna read it. Piss off. Fucking school on Monday. Another ten long weeks to go. Don't wanna go I wish school got cancelled or something. I sound like a bratty kid. Don't care. I'm babbling and I don't care. Hmm I think i said that already. Oh well. I wish I died now. No, actually, stuff that, I don't. I want money to indulge in stupid stuff, like CDs and clothes. I need more clothes, actually, so maybe clothes are a need and not a want. Whatever. If I bought all the CDs from the bands I like the bill would go into hundreds, maybe a thousand. Wow.
I wish I could bottle up the feeling of holidays, bottle it and mass produce it so I'd be more cheerful all the time. I'm getting sick and tired of pretending everything's fine and dandy.
Friday, March 18, 2005
holidays etc.
It's friday night and the holidays are almost over. I'm a bundle of mixed feelings.
Sad, depressed, upset, irritated and annoyed cause the holidays are way too short and are almost over, and I'll have to return to that fucking place called "school" and face every fucking thing again. A-A-R-G-H.
On the other hand, the past two weeks have been really, really wonderful. Thank you so very much. Haha I know we think it's oddly formal and maybe borderline sarcastic to say thanks in that way, but I mean it. I really do! Thanks loads :)
I've been out every day this holidays. Whoo. Every day!
Mother'll be back on Wednesday. This means from Sunday onwards, my dad, brother and I have to rush around cleaning the house. Fuck damn it the floor hasn't been mopped for almost ten days! HA. Oh well good luck to us, that's really all I can say.
Anyone wanna help? hahaha.
Sad, depressed, upset, irritated and annoyed cause the holidays are way too short and are almost over, and I'll have to return to that fucking place called "school" and face every fucking thing again. A-A-R-G-H.
On the other hand, the past two weeks have been really, really wonderful. Thank you so very much. Haha I know we think it's oddly formal and maybe borderline sarcastic to say thanks in that way, but I mean it. I really do! Thanks loads :)
I've been out every day this holidays. Whoo. Every day!
Mother'll be back on Wednesday. This means from Sunday onwards, my dad, brother and I have to rush around cleaning the house. Fuck damn it the floor hasn't been mopped for almost ten days! HA. Oh well good luck to us, that's really all I can say.
Anyone wanna help? hahaha.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
:)
The week's passed so quickly. I wonder why? Maybe it was cause I spent time with someone I care about. Hahaha. I'm happy :)
And it's the March holidays, starting on Monday! feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel good!
And it's the March holidays, starting on Monday! feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel good!
Buttheads Rock!
Hah I've changed my blog address to the current "butthead-one.blogspot.com"
Right. And Butthead-two, it's alllll your fault! Hahaha.
Yeah well, in the secondary four CME syllabus, on page 13 it says
"Compose a marriage vow (a solemn promise or declaration of intention) which you consider is suitable for your marriage when the time is right."
wtf!? HAHAHAHAHA good grief I almost died when I saw this. THIS rot is in the secondary four CME syllabus?! Whahahahaa.
Anyway so Butthead-two and I made up some rubbish: [we were meant to be doing page six but who cares?!]
"I promise...
To love you through:
-good times and bad times
-in sickness and health
-rich and poor
-fat and thin
-long and short
-rough and smooth
-high and low
-cheap and expensive
-hairy and clean-shaven
-wet and dry
-smart and dumb
-heavy and light
-weak and strong
-smelly and nice-smelling"
utter rubbish but I had so much fun butthead. Hahaha. Suryanti! lol.
Right. And Butthead-two, it's alllll your fault! Hahaha.
Yeah well, in the secondary four CME syllabus, on page 13 it says
"Compose a marriage vow (a solemn promise or declaration of intention) which you consider is suitable for your marriage when the time is right."
wtf!? HAHAHAHAHA good grief I almost died when I saw this. THIS rot is in the secondary four CME syllabus?! Whahahahaa.
Anyway so Butthead-two and I made up some rubbish: [we were meant to be doing page six but who cares?!]
"I promise...
To love you through:
-good times and bad times
-in sickness and health
-rich and poor
-fat and thin
-long and short
-rough and smooth
-high and low
-cheap and expensive
-hairy and clean-shaven
-wet and dry
-smart and dumb
-heavy and light
-weak and strong
-smelly and nice-smelling"
utter rubbish but I had so much fun butthead. Hahaha. Suryanti! lol.
Friday, March 04, 2005
calling Nic's life..
"Hello, hello. Come in! Come in Nic's life! Paging for Nic's life, please come to the front desk immediately!!"
Sigh. It's friday night. The start of the weekend. I should be out! Having fun! Watching a movie, kicking lamposts at East Coast Park... whatever. The thing is, I should be out now having fun.
Instead what am I doing?
Handwriting out a guitar solo cause the printer is off and I'm too lazy to switch on the other PC to print, rubbing my right eye and listening to the din of "Survivor" on TV cause my mother's watching it.
www.southpawguitars.com -> yes that's a site for me! *drool*
Sigh. It's friday night. The start of the weekend. I should be out! Having fun! Watching a movie, kicking lamposts at East Coast Park... whatever. The thing is, I should be out now having fun.
Instead what am I doing?
Handwriting out a guitar solo cause the printer is off and I'm too lazy to switch on the other PC to print, rubbing my right eye and listening to the din of "Survivor" on TV cause my mother's watching it.
www.southpawguitars.com -> yes that's a site for me! *drool*
money, money, money!
HELLO MUN!!!! hahahaahah I'm here typing crap cause of you! Ha.
Anyway I don't have much to say yet. I shall though, after the dinner tomorrow. Insane mad relatives are insisting on celebrating the 15th day of chi new year, like, ten days AFTER it's over. But that's my family for you!
Oh well. I need $92,999! For that BMW M3 at Autobahn! fuck. Well that's a bit much. I'd settle for $53,291 for the Audi A4 Cabriolet.
Where, oh where, is Nic's money coming from?
Where, oh where will it be?
Please tell her, oh please tell her,
so she can get it quickly!
mfft what rubbish haha.
I've thought it over, and I've decided I want the truth. I want to know what's going to happen. So tell me. I hate waiting, waiting, and not knowing what to feel.
found a song that really mirrors what I'm feeling.
So here we are
We are alone
There’s weight on your mind
I wanna know
The truth, if this is how you feel
Say it to me
If this was ever real
I want the truth from you
Give me the truth, even if it hurts me
I want the truth from you
Give me the truth, even if it hurts me
I want the truth
So this is you
You're talking to me
You found a million ways to let me down
So I'm not hurt when you're not around
I was blind
But now I see
This is how you feel
Just say it to me
If this was ever real
I want the truth from you
Give me the truth, even if it hurts me
I want the truth from you
Give me the truth, even if it hurts me
I know that this will break me
I know that this might make me cry
You gotta say what’s on your mind
On your mind
I know that this will hurt me
Break my heart and soul inside
I don’t wanna live this lie
I want the truth from you
Give me the truth, even if it hurts me
I want the truth from you
Give me the truth, even if it hurts
I don’t care no more, no
Just give me the truth, give me the truth
Cause I don’t care no more
Give me the truth
Cause I don’t care no more, no
Just give me the truth
Give me the truth
Give me the truth
Give me the truth
Give me the truth
Cause I don’t care no more, no
--"the truth" good charlotte
Anyway I don't have much to say yet. I shall though, after the dinner tomorrow. Insane mad relatives are insisting on celebrating the 15th day of chi new year, like, ten days AFTER it's over. But that's my family for you!
Oh well. I need $92,999! For that BMW M3 at Autobahn! fuck. Well that's a bit much. I'd settle for $53,291 for the Audi A4 Cabriolet.
Where, oh where, is Nic's money coming from?
Where, oh where will it be?
Please tell her, oh please tell her,
so she can get it quickly!
mfft what rubbish haha.
I've thought it over, and I've decided I want the truth. I want to know what's going to happen. So tell me. I hate waiting, waiting, and not knowing what to feel.
found a song that really mirrors what I'm feeling.
So here we are
We are alone
There’s weight on your mind
I wanna know
The truth, if this is how you feel
Say it to me
If this was ever real
I want the truth from you
Give me the truth, even if it hurts me
I want the truth from you
Give me the truth, even if it hurts me
I want the truth
So this is you
You're talking to me
You found a million ways to let me down
So I'm not hurt when you're not around
I was blind
But now I see
This is how you feel
Just say it to me
If this was ever real
I want the truth from you
Give me the truth, even if it hurts me
I want the truth from you
Give me the truth, even if it hurts me
I know that this will break me
I know that this might make me cry
You gotta say what’s on your mind
On your mind
I know that this will hurt me
Break my heart and soul inside
I don’t wanna live this lie
I want the truth from you
Give me the truth, even if it hurts me
I want the truth from you
Give me the truth, even if it hurts
I don’t care no more, no
Just give me the truth, give me the truth
Cause I don’t care no more
Give me the truth
Cause I don’t care no more, no
Just give me the truth
Give me the truth
Give me the truth
Give me the truth
Give me the truth
Cause I don’t care no more, no
--"the truth" good charlotte
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
I'm confused
I'm confused, and tired. I've been really drained these past few days, wondering, thinking, and all that shit. I think too much, too damn much and it eats away at me.
I need to curl up and sleep, sleep til I can't sleep anymore.
Right and just where is all that time going to come from?
I need to curl up and sleep, sleep til I can't sleep anymore.
Right and just where is all that time going to come from?
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