Dayre

Um hi (to who har). I'm blogging at Dayre now (just started, so I should be enthusiastic for a while)!

Poot lyrics

Vanilla Twilight by Owl City

I look at my hands and feel sad / Because the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly

... You think very poetic? I tell you - SPACES BETWEEN FINGERS ARE ADJUSTABLE. You could hold hands with Ah Meng and it would still fit perfectly, ok??

That's right sista

Love You Like A Love Song by Selena Gomez

I, I love you like a love song baby / I, I love you like a love song baby / I, I love you like a love song baybeeeeeeeeeeee

Wait. This has the potential to make sense if it's better expressed. Like.... "I, I love you like how they sing of love in love songs baby". Lolol sing until Selena go meh (....).



Fall for you by Secondhand Serenade

But hold your breath/ Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you over again / Don't make me change my mind

Ok.... THE GIRL FART YOU WILL CHANGE YOUR MIND NOT HAHAHA

Crabby crabby crabby crabby

Mel's 21st

Yes it's Mel's 21st so I post pictures of me and Rachel.

Pahtee

Gif

1. What direction is it running in?
2. Concentrate hard enough and you can make it run in the opposite direction as well.
3. Concentrate even harder and you'll see it running back and forth.
4. Somebody tell me when you've managed to make it waltz.

Ma bird

Me, holding up a packet of bird food with a picture of a cockatiel on it: Look Don Don, who's that huh? Who's that?

Don Don: ...?

Me: Look at it! Is that you Don Don?

Don Don: *tilts head*

Me: HAHA NO

Me: YOU ARE NOT A MODEL

Don Don: ...

WEI

Seriously

YEAH OK

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My french toast finally looks like french toast on the second attempt. Now I just have to make it taste like french toast (as opposed to bread and eggs). Wee.

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Hmph

Tick tock tick tock

o_o

"Bubble Rooms – ideas, used by two hotels in France. Small bubbles are designed by designer Pierre-Stephane Dumas, they allow you to stay in the room, but at the same time as though and in the open air."


Looks like a live-sized snow globe.... WHAT IF EARTH WAS SOMEBODY'S SNOW GLOBE AND WE JUST DIDN'T KNOW IT

It actually makes sense... like every time it rains or snows it's just the owner of the snow globe shaking us, but we don't get tossed around because of gravity (just like how figurines are glued to the floor of our globes).

WHAT IF ALL THE PLANETS IN THE UNIVERSE WERE SNOW GLOBES AND IT'S JUST A TOY BOX FOR SOME SUPER GIANT RACE

Do you think I can get published in an academic journal some day lol

Fish with legs

What are you doing with legs you don't need them

My mind goes a bit boggly just by looking at them -_-

Went to the adventure water park thing at Sentosa the other day. The most adventurous thing Amanda saw was some dude's pi sai, who had the audacity to venture out of his nose in public. The cheek!

Amanda you never say cannot post on blog HEE HEE

Yea do you think my boob size and my school grades could swap places

"Schoep, a 19 year old dog, is taken into the lake every night by his owner, John, to help soothe his arthritis and help him fall asleep."

Wait what why is my keyboard wet

Existentialist crisis

"At any given moment, you do not exist. Your body exists, temporary though it may be. Still, you are not your body. You are merely an electrochemical process of your body. The continuity of your separate self is manufactured every few milliseconds by a hunk of warm grey meat between your ears. In the time it takes you to read this sentence, your brain has created you a thousand times, and it has left behind a thousand ghosts of you."

- Somewhere from the infinitely indie bowels of tumblr


... And the thousands of ghosts coalesce to create the supposed essence of you, an impalpable existence that is ever-changing as ghosts are forgotten at the same time more are being created. Therefore there is no real you; the self so defined by memories cannot remain the same as every moment imprints itself -

HAHAHA CAN'T DO THIS SHIT ANYMORE

The Amazing Spiderman

Found this gif on tumblr and NO MATTER WHAT SONG IT IS SPIDERMAN DANCES TO THE BEAT:

CLASSIC ROCK, HEAVY METAL, INDIE, MANDOPOP, BAROQUE, SLOW SONGS, FAST SONGS, SONGS WHICH ARE NEITHER FAST OR SLOW ETC ETC

These 3 songs are particularly entertaining:

Last one omg

♩♬ ♬♩♬

And here I am playing the same song everyday. Just the other day I got so ashamed I closed my windows before playing so I would spare my neighbors (and my ego of their imagined bashings).

Slaughterhouse-Five

"Welcome aboard, Mr Pilgrim," said the loudspeaker. "Any questions?"

Billy licked his lips, thought for a while, inquired at last: "Why me?"

"That is a very Earthling question to ask, Mr Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you even seen bugs trapped in amber?"

"Yes." Billy, in fact, had a paperweight in his office which was a blob of polished amber with three ladybugs embedded in it.

"Well, here we are, Mr Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why."

- Slaughterhouse-Five, Kurt Vonnegut


Oh. There is no why. 

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I believe Mr Pike has competition, time to re-read The Starlight Crystal.

您奶奶呀你!!

Stuck

So many places to go.... I don't want to see them as pixels on my screen or scenes in my head :(

Poot you

Interviews

Me, during the NTU admissions interview:

Interviewer: Hi!

Me, squeakily: hi

Interviewer: So where are you from?

Me, in my head: What does he mean, where am I from?

-Silence-

Me, in my head: Oh shit, better say something.

Me, out loud: Er, do you mean my education or my house?

-Silence-

Me, in my head: Oh shit shit shit

-2 seconds later-

Me, out loud: Punggol! I come from Punggol!!

Me, in my head: Oh shit


Me, during the SMU admissions interview (group setting):

Interviewers: So, tell us something about yourselves!

Me, after four other interviewees have answered: I like to read Harry Potter.

-SILENCE-

Me, in my head: Oh shit

Later on....

Interviewer: I would like each of you to give some comments or ask something about the [political] article you have read just now.

Boy 1: Actually I've been following the Bersih rally since 2.0-

Me, in my head: Wtf is this

Boy 1: - and I'm also from the young PAP blah blah

Me, in my head: Ok bye


Me, during the job interview for Best Fries Forever:

Boss: So why do you want to work here?

Me: Because I like to eat french fries

Boss: ... ok.

Me, in my head: Oh shit


Me, during the interview for my internship (group setting):

Interviewer 1: You will be required to help with F1 and do a lot of work, you know?

Me, meekly and demurely: It's ok, no problem.

Interviewer 2: Can or not, you look very fragile leh.

Me, in my head: Knn I thought must be demure

Me, out loud: Haha no la :)

Me, in my head: If you could hear me here....

Update (you don't say)

Kim's party! 

Yay happy birthday Kim (even though you don't read my blog)

Yeah only 3 pictures because I sat in a corner and read my book for most of the night. Ok no narrowed eyes please. It was a very interesting book - The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Some of my favorite bits:

"You'd better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace. It's unpleasantly like being drunk."

"What's so unpleasant about being drunk?"

"You ask a glass of water."

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And then there's the babel fish part where God vanishes but I'm lazy to type it out.

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"Curiously enough, the dolphins had long known of the impending destruction of the planet Earth and had made many attempts to alert mankind to the danger; but most of their communications were misinterpreted as amusing attempts to punch footballs or whistle for titbits, so they eventually gave up and left the Earth by their own means shortly before the Vogons arrived.

The last ever dolphin message was misinterpreted as a surprisingly sophisticated attempt to do a double-backwards-somersault through a hoop whilst whistling the "Star-Spangled Banner", but in fact the message was this: So long, and thanks for all the fish."

I have painted my toe nails a strange blue green and now I feel ill looking at them.

Hard Times

Me, before entering Uni: I hope I get As.

Me, 2 months after entering Uni: I hope I get at least a B+.

Me, one semester after Uni: I hope I don't go lower than a B.

Me, one year after Uni: Just let me pass la, ok?

Brb, busy holding up the bell curve.

Sortes virgilianae

Today I planned to start on my Classical Literature Essay, and decided to play the Virgilian lottery for the second time (yesterday's - "Let the battle begin!").

I flipped open to a random page and pointed randomly and -

                                   "Euryalus countered:

"You're spinning empty arguments, they won't work. 
No, my mind won't change, won't budge an inch. 
Let's be gone!"


"You're spinning empty arguments.............."

But then Wikipedia said you had to let the book balance on its spine and fall open (which wasn't my method) so I tried again -

And the thing fell flat so I suppose there is no second prophecy for me and I am going to fail my essay bye.

Questions for God

Questions to ask God when you reach the pearly gates:

1. Are those big boobs on skinny girls real?

God: Uh, just because I didn't give you big boobs doesn't mean those on other skinny girls are fake, duh. Sending you to hell for such a stupid and self-absorbed question. Bye.


2. Not that I'm not thankful for it, but why aren't men biologically engineered to like fat women? You know, so they can get more woman.

God: You will be reborn the fattest woman in your next life to answer your question. Next!


3. Who let the dogs out??

God: ........ The same person who let your brains out.


4. Could you please show me the person who stole my wallet when I was in Primary 5?

God: It was me. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA


5. Er, can I know who are the ones who ever had a crush on me before?

God: A moment while I check the records.

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Just kidding, there's no need to. Next!

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Eh, I actually believe in a superior being/race who rule over us, just not necessarily this "God" that is the father of Jesus and husband of Mary (I know they didn't marry but...). Or, another possibility is that all these "Gods" (God, Buddha, Allah, Krishna etc) are actually the same person... with schizophrenia.

Or maybe the God decided to you know, customize his brand identity so he can cater to the niches (hence capturing the masses) and monopolize the market....... (except for the tiny segment of atheists)


...... Bye.

Secks

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

"What Spring Does with the Cherry Trees"

Today my tutor mentioned a poem in class -


Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water,
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a bunch of flowers, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind.  The wind.
I alone can contend against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here.  Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Curl round me as though you were frightened.
Even so, a strange shadow once ran through your eyes.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
Until I even believe that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want
 to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

- Every Day You Play, Pablo Neruda


Some lines are...

#ShitLiteratureStudentsSay

1. "In a sense" (and many others)

"Because Tay Sa Tay has raised the issue of the oppressive bourgeoise, in a sense he's blah blah blah...."

(Pause)

Tutor questions.

"Since Sa Tay has blurred the lines between classes, in another sense he's also blah blah blah...."


2. "So... yeah."

"When you look at the sonnet, the persona actually praises the immortality of the subject's beauty and manages to present the metaphysical idea of... yeah. So..... yeah. (trails off)


3. "Is it possible if..."

"Is it possible if I read the second stanza as gay aliens invading the world to turn everybody gay?"


4. "OH MY GOD IT'S ABOUT SEX!"

"OH MY GOD IT'S ABOUT SEX!!"


5. "Could you please rephrase your question?" (also known as "I don't understand a single shit you're saying")

Tutor: So what does this economy of exchange tells us about the Homeric world?"

"Could you please rephrase your question?"

Tutor: "Ok, let's put this this way: does the rule of hospitality influence the substance of the characters in any way?"

"Could you please rephrase your question?"

Tutor:

21st Party

For the first time in my life I threw a party instead of a tantrum and it went great... except my (very distant) cousin (that I, in my entire life have not bothered myself with) took my animal ballons home D:<

It is an absurd theory that 21 year-olds will not be interested in (supposedly childish) things like ballons or that we should not fight with little cousins for them. I AM AN ADULT AND I KNOW WHAT I WANT.

Me with the ballons before they got sent to the orphanage :(

Anyway the "cousin" who took them (BOTH) didn't even say thank you... and guess what she wrote in my guest book?

.... "I just found out you're my cousin."

Out. Of. My. Party. Now. Bitch. I hate little girls.

Please get ready for a series of photos taken in the dark, because I'm cool so my party was held in a pub:

TOTO WINNER

GUESS WHO

For some reason my best friend looks very hysterical. Maybe she thinks I'm not going to fight with her over nothing once I turn 21. HAHA GOOD ONE.

Yes my cake says "Don't Touch". It was supposed to be "Do Not Touch" but the kitchen got it wrong. I disapprove of contractions (read this either way).

Uncle Cousin Ah Ma "Cousin"  Uncle Me Cousin Uncle Auntie

I originally wanted the theme to be "Occupation/ Character Dress-up" but I eventually aborted the idea because my older relatives were generally uncooperative (hmph). Anyway, I forgot to tell my little cousin so she came as Lady Gaga, pink hair and all. Oops.

With Kim. Good, loyal friends are hard to come by and she happens to be one of them. Geez *sappy*

MS girls! They were so nice to me I'm surprised people like me that much :')  HAHAHA #crazynarcissist

My uni friends. They are crazy smart and make me feel like Ah Meng (especially when I happen to have dry legs and I scratch them continuously).

Me. Shamelessly basking in attention.

"What do you mean, I don't know how to cut a cake?"

My mother snatched the knife away from me and took over -_-

Buzzing in excitement cause I couldn't wait to eat the cake.

My mother did so many things for me and was really generous in throwing this party, to the extent that she bought prizes (movies tickets, NTUC vouchers) to give away during the games.

I am so lucky, I think I shall donate some money to the SPCA.