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Sunday, July 27, 2008

Of Prefects and Reprimanding

I think my juniors must hate it when I do a kesalahan.

I must be the most annoying senior for them to tegur. I'm horrid. But it's so much fun. (:

Me: -pulls down tie like really really low- Oh, it's so hot!
Junior 1: Excuse me, Christine, please pull up your tie.
Me: -stalks off-
Junior 1: -follows- Please pull up your tie.
Me: -waves hand airily- Do you hear that? It sounds like a fly. Bzzz!
Junior 1: -still following- Excuse me, please pull up your tie.
Me: See, there it is again! BZZZZZ---
Junior 1: -sigh-
Junior 2: -sees me and follows- Excuse me, Christine, please pull up your tie.
Me: -walks faster- What annoying little flies (:
Junior 1 and 2: -continues trying to tegur me-
Me: -walks practically everywhere and attracts all the juniors (like 5)-
Junior 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5: -following- Christine, please pull up your tie.
Me: -turns around, shocked- Do you want me to suffocate!? Hmph! -flicks hand and stalks off again-
Junior 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5: -exasperated but follows still-
Me: -turns and walks in opposite direction- HI MELISSA! :DD
Juniors: Christine, please pull up your tie!
Me: -switches name tags with Melissa- Who is Christine? :)
Juniors: You.
Me: Me? -shocked-
Juniors: Yes, you.
Me: ......-pulls down tie lower- Heeee♥
Juniors: -sigh, sigh, sigh- Christine, please give the name tag back to Melissa.
Another junior: And please pull up your tie!
Me: Buuuuuuut whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy~~~~~~~?
Juniors: Because the name tag belongs to Melissa, not you.
Another junior: Besides, Ketua Unit Rondaan dan Keselamatan suits you better. (:
Another junior: And your tie would look so much prettier up.
Me: -feeling rather flattered- Nevermind! I shall be Ketua Unit Kebersihan dan Keceriaan for today!! :D -walks off-
Juniors: -splits into two groups, one after me, one after Melissa-
Me: I have to water the plants! :)
Junior: -bars my way- Please pull up your tie and give the name tag back to Melissa.
Me: -stares- You're so scary!! D:
Junior: -stoic-
Eu Fern: -laughs-
Me: I can't move! They've surrounded me completely. D:
Eu Fern: -continues laughing- I always see these few around you, horr?
Me: ...! THEY LOVE ME! :D
Juniors: -stares-
Me: Aww. I love you guys too. You're my friend! :3
Juniors: Then please pull up your tie and give the name tag back.
Me: fun. -hugs pole- Say HI to PALINDROME! :)
Juniors: Christine, please stop leaning.
Me: I am not leaning! I am merely hugging the pole, Palindrome.
Juniors: ...please stop hugging the pole.
Me: Why?
Juniors: Because you're not supposed to hug the pole during duty.
Me: But we must show our LOVE for the poles! Without them, this ceiling will fall and crush us all!! -dramatic pose-
Juniors: You can show your love later. Like. After school.
Me: Why not now? -pouts stubbornly-
Juniors: .......
Me: (: -stands next to a junior who's shorter than me- I like you. You're my friend! -goes to a junior who's taller than me- I dun like you, you're not my friend.
Junior 1: Nah, she's your friend, tegur her, tegur her!
Me: ... I don't listen to my friends. (:

And it goes on and on for 20 minutes. Yeah. 20 minutes. Or maybe 15 minutes. I'm horrid. But I love doing it. There's another one where I bun up my hair...

Me: -buns up hair- Oh, so pretty! -walks-
Junior 1: ... Christine, you're not allowed to bun up your hair during duty.
Me: -walks off briskly-
Junior 1: -follows-
Me: -again, attracts 5 juniors-
Junior: -bars my way again-
Me: ...Why are you so scary!? I don't like you. -pouts-
Junior: -grim face- Please unbun your hair.
Me: -jumps up and down- I dun wanna!
Junior 1: -whispers- Ooh, look, it's coming out...
Me: -stops and reties hair into bun-
Junior 2, 3, 4 and 5: Why did you tell her!?
Junior 1: ....oops.
Me: -grins-
Another junior comes and sees my hair: Christine, you're not allowed to unbun your hair.... -suddenly realises- Oops!
Me: -GASP- I'M NOT ALLOWED TO UNBUN MY HAIR! :D Hear that, hear that? -pokes other people-
Junior: No, no, no, I meant you're not allowed to bun your hair!
Junior: It's coming out again...!
Me: ...-stops and reties bun-
Juniors: Don't tell her!!
Me: Heee (: ♥

....this can go on for 15/20 minutes too.

I'm brilliant, I know.

To juniors: You know you love me ;D

I think I left out some. And I don't remember which junior said what (only some), so blah. Hahaha!

I'm gonna do this again some day. (:

Be afraid. Be *very* afraid.

@amirah: seeeeeee, I updated! :D

Saturday, July 19, 2008

teh ambition of d00m

My teacher was asking us the other day about our ambitionsss......

I really didn't expect her to suddenly ask me. I was like, "Wha-me!?" and I shot straight up from my seat.

Somehow, I managed to catch my ankle around the table leg as I did so. It hurt. A lot. D:

As all little good angelic little innocent girls, I promptly responded, "Uh. Maybe a psychologist or an archeologist or an author......?"

I decided not to say teacher. Because when I say teacher, I mean kindergarten teacher. Where I get to buy all these cute little pretty shiny things as presents for little kids. And sometimes, little kids are so funny. But they like to bully me so. D: Silly little darn adorable cute more-innocent-looking-than-me kids.

And I said author because I have this little side of me that wants to beat Christopher Paolini, who wrote Eragon at the age of fifteen. So I wanted to write a book too. (:

That was last year.

I am already fourteen, and I have yet to produce an adequate piece of paper with letters and words jumbled together to form coherent sentences.

S o y e a h.

After some thought, however, I decided: Heck, that's not fun! I'll strive to become an evil genius mastermind with great and awesome and terrific plans and schemes to take over the worldddddd and universe and don't you think there are too many 'ands'?

I can hook my little pinky to the side of my mouth and laugh in that 'oh-i'm-so-evil-ph34r-me-for-i-pwn' laugh. I was forced to watch Austin Powers as a young, innocent, untainted child. Oh woe.

And then I'll have a MINI-ME. GASP!

... I think one of me is enough to bring utter chaos, so....maybe not.

And then I'd have this big and huge and gigantic and gargantuan LAIR JUST FOR MOI. Because all evil genius adolescent masterminds must have a big big big space to think. (: Brain power!!

I'll have computers with super fast internet everywhere, a specific computer for specific functions... One to browse dA and scare them artists into somehow transplanting their brilliantxamazingxawe-inspiring talents for the arts into me.... Another for the fanfiction with great english to also transplant their talents for the English Language into me.... Another one for downloading songs... (how can one plan to rule the world without music? Unacceptable. I mean, like, I'll be commanding this whole platoonxarmy of things to launch war and then everything will get dramatic and and and it won't be perfect, BECAUSE THERE'S NO DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING DRAMATICALLY IN THE BACKGROUND!! D: And then when the good people of the worldxuniverse unite under one banner to go against me, even though they know it's futile, I'll play that song that was playing when the Ents went to crush...Isengard, was it? In Lord of The Rings. BEST DRAMATIC MUSIC EVAH :D). One more for ordering food online... (again, one cannot rule the world without food) and one for all the screens I always open while searching for layouts. And one more, just to show off everything pretty I find (:

I think I'm rambling. Bad girl. Evil genius masterminds do not ramble. They spout everlasting knowledge and perpetual vibes of 'look-at-me-i'm-smarter-like-way-way-way-smarter-than-thou' in a so-not-rambling and haughty way. Then they spout nonsense in the most intellectual way, and will make everyone else feel like moronic retards for not understanding the gibberish spoken and will hasten to nod and agree with whatever has been said, which will promptly earn them a smirk that says: 'hahahaha, what a bunch of homo-sapien idiots'.

Nevermind that though. I'll bring a whole new meaning to the term, 'evil genius masterminds'. I LOVE YOU ARTEMIS FOWL! :D

No, no, no, bad Christine. Aspiring evil genius masterminds do not suddenly declare their love ever so fangirlishly for fictional characters. Bad. -hits self-

.... I think I'm stereotyping.

Oh well.

World Domination. Using fairies.

An admirable ambition.

I must remember to delete this post later.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

look; i found it!

I found the story I wrote about the killer teddy bear.

Oh joy.

I made it more dramatic rewrote it and I'll be posting it up here for the fun of it.

And anyway, this is to once again, show the bimbo my version of my killer teddy bear.

Because last time, he so kindly took this idea and wrote an essay, and he won in a competition.

Aaron Gumis, I, Christine Ling, as the reason of your win and one of your oldest friends, demands (yes, demands!! :D) to read your version of the killer teddy bear. Go post it up or something. Less trouble.

Well, if you really think it and imagine it, it might be kinda scary, so those of you who hate ghost stories or have overactive imaginations, don't read this. (:

It's a little lame (and faaaar too short), but here goes:

Teddy Bear Anonymous

Scarlet Brown was a young teenager, full of life, sugar and spice. She was a cheerful and helpful girl and though she led a very-near-perfect life, she was never proud or boastful. Everyone loved Scarlet Brown, and really, she had everything she could wish for. However, one day, Scarlet Brown, with her brown eyes and brown hair, wished for a teddy bear.

So there they were, on that fateful day, in the first toy shop they saw. Scarlet browsed the shelves of soft toys, fingers lightly sweeping the dark mahogany panes, but found nothing to her liking. Disappointed, she shook her head at her parents and they made their way to the exit. As she glanced around the cluttered shop one last time, she suddenly spotted a matted brown ear poking out among the junk at the back of the shop, half hidden in the darkness. Scarlet’s hope now rejuvenated, she hastened towards it, and pulled out an old but soft and fluffy brown teddy bear with a matted ear. She instantly fell in love with the second-hand teddy bear. It took some persuasion and Scarlet’s big brown puppy-dog-eyes before her parents finally relented and bought the teddy bear.

Scarlet was absolutely smitten with her new teddy bear and she carried it around with her everywhere, showing it off whenever she could with such eagerness and pride, it startled a lot of the elderly. Even though they found it unnerving, they just smiled and shrugged it off, thinking it was just a phase.

One night, however, Scarlet suddenly had a nightmare. She was in a sea, and water stretched for miles all around her. Rain poured and lightning forked through the sky, illuminating the dark sky and dark sea surrounding Scarlet. No one heard or responded to her desperate cries for help. She swam for what felt like hours. Fatigue overtook her and she struggled to stay afloat. Slowly, but surely, she began to drown.

Scarlet woke up screaming, bathed in sweat. She at once grabbed her teddy bear closer to her and buried her face in its fur, whimpering softly. She did not dare go back to sleep and she stayed awake, murmuring prayers till the first rays of dawn filtered into her room.

She did not have this nightmare again until a fortnight later. This time, however, it was accompanied by whispers. She heard their mournful voices all around her, enclosing her in this empty void filled with fear and hate. It terrified Scarlet to no end. She told her parents about these nightmares as it began to occur more frequently, getting more horrible each time. For fear of falling asleep, Scarlet continuously took medications and coffee, becoming addicted to the drugs. Soon dark rings formed around her eyes and she became frail and weak. Her face had a ghastly look and she looked years older. Of course, Scarlet became very ill due to her insomnia and she lay bedridden, confined to the vicinity of her room. Her parents were worried sick, but no doctor or psychiatrist could cure her.

A week later, Scarlet disappeared thoroughly, taking her beloved teddy bear with her. No one knew how it happened. She was just suddenly gone. The police looked high and low, but there was not a trace of Scarlet Brown and her unnamed teddy bear. Driven by grief, Scarlet’s parents barred the door of her room and gloom reigned over the Brown household.

Two months later, a body was washed ashore and DNA proved it to be the Brown’s missing daughter, Scarlet. Everyone mourned for Scarlet’s death, for she was such a lovely girl, but none were as affected as her parents. Now mad beyond grief, they made an impulsive decision to move away. As the workers trudged out of their house from unbarring the doorway to Scarlet’s room, her mother pushed open the door. As she took in the dust-filled room and cobwebbed corners, she saw a small brown teddy bear sitting harmlessly on Scarlet’s pillow, dripping wet, with a piece of seaweed dangling from a matted ear, its mouth curved into a small smile.


...because conceptual ghost stories are DA BOMB ♥

My original copy for this was fitted into a small exercise book page because teacher didn't let us exceed that limit. My handwriting was so tiny, it was...

like this small!!

I now look back at it, and wonder how I did it.

It had 465 words and the paragraphs were practically nonexistant. In one page with 21 lines.

.... I was just that awesome. w00t.

Though I do think the original idea for this came from a book I read once as a young kid. It was so scary; I never got over it. (:

So I guess it's not entirely copyrighted to me. But oh well.

The *real* author, come and claim it, though I think I tweaked it quite a fair bit (:

Friday, July 11, 2008

In response to....

All of my classmates' posts about SEGAK.

My heartbeat rate was 109 per minute after 3 minutes of the
naik turun bangku. In about half a minute, I did 9 proper push ups and was at least an inch away from the sponge...or at least, my shirt was. As for what I call the sliding thing, I did it 35 times.


I have not exercised for a few months now. No running, no jumping, no stretching, no hopping, no pilates, no yoga, no tai chi, no kung fu, no tae kwon do, no swimming, no

Imagine the pain of doing such low push ups with my dead stamina.

Not possible.

I complained to my mum when I reached home and she replied me with a: "Well, that's because you don't exercise."

Figures. That's her reason for everything, I've noticed. (:

Me: Mum, I have a headache.
Mum: That's because you don't exercise. Go exercise.
Me: I don't believe you. I think I'll just go and sleep it off...


Me: Mum, my bones ache (after marching for band).
Mum: That's because you never exercise and do stretching. See? Go exercise.
Me: ... I think I'll just go take a shower and then put Yoko Yoko.... (then sleep)


Me: Mum. I feel fat. No wait. I am fat.
Mum: Then go and exercise.
Me: On second thought, being fat is a good thing. I think. I get cold less easily. Hah!


Me: Oh! It's my time of the month. Why does it suddenly hurt?
Mum: Because you never exercise. You should exercise more.
Me: -makes the 'incorrect answer' sound-

Exercising. You'd have thought I'd have learned by now.


And Brina has so kindly tagged me. Again. Lol?


Name 20 people randomly. At the end of the survey, choose 5 people to do the survey. Don't read the questions, but name the 20 people first.

  1. Benjamin

  2. Sophia

  3. Sabrina

  4. Aaron

  5. Evelyn

  6. Clarissa

  7. Amy

  8. Amirah

  9. Christopher

  10. Rachel

  11. Alvin

  12. Alex

  13. Jo Anne

  14. Valerie

  15. Michelle

  16. Eleena

  17. Rebecca

  18. Eu Fern

  19. Choo Mei Yuin

  20. Alicia

  1. How did you meet number 18?

    • Eu Fern: Erm. Through.... Eleena?

  2. What will you do if you have not met number 17?

    • Rebecca: I'd not have such a fun and random partner.

  3. What if number 9 and 20 dated?

    • Christopher and Alicia? D: Christopher's too cute (and too young) to be handed over to Al! DD:

  4. What if number 5 and 10 dated?

    • Evelyn and Rachel? Both are girls, dude, and I think both of them ain't single no more. xD

  5. Describe number 1.

    • Benjamin: Number ONE brother! ♥

  6. Do you think number 8 is attractive?

    • Amirah: Durr. She could get a guy anytime.

  7. Describe number 7.

    • Amy: Long. Long long long long. Not tall. :D

  8. Do you know any family members of 12?

    • Alex: D'oh. I'm one, for starters. (:

  9. What language does number 15 speak?

    • Michelle: English

  10. Who is number 9 hanging out with?

    • Christopher: Probably his lil' cute gang of lil' cute boys with skateboards.

  11. How old is number 16?

    • Eleena: 14 years

  12. When was the last time you spoke to number 13?

    • Jo Anne: Last month.

  13. Who's number 2 favourite singer/band?

    • Sophia: Well, she likes Chris Brown.

  14. Have you ever dated number 4?

    • Aaron: Of course not, he's Brina's!

  15. Would you ever date number 19?

    • Choo Mei Yuin: No way.

  16. Is number 3 single?

    • Sabrina: Not anymore :D

  17. What is number 10's last name?

    • Rachel: Heng!

  18. Would you ever be in a relationship with number 11?

    • Alvin: He's my darling cousin! D: Oiii.

  19. What is the school of number 13?

    • Jo Anne: Some school in KL 8D

  20. Where does number 6 stay?

    • Clarissa: Very, very near The Spring.

  21. What is your favourite thing about number 5?

    • Evelyn: She lets me play with all her stuff (:

  22. Have you ever seen number 14 naked?

    • Valerie: Of course not. She's our dear shorter than me! mummy-kins in class! D:

I seriously don't know.

Who wants to do it? (I'll just add your names here :3 )

Thursday, July 10, 2008


They want it in a CD.

They want my photo with it.


They're putting my essay in the magazine.


It's embarrasing.

Why my photo?


I hate photographs.

My essay's not even that good.



Tuesday, July 8, 2008

For the sake of the banana

Oh, LOL.

Eleena drew this back in... Primary 5, I think. Year 2005.

She then redrew it in Primary 6, and coloured it with marker pens using the pillow-shading technique.

I scanned it into my computer and I've finally gotten around to redrawing it on the computer and recolouring it in Adobe Photoshop (you can so totally tell I got lazy for the plant :3 )

I feel accomplished.

My first line art and colouring using Photoshop ever.


And btw, Eleena's drawings have gotten nicer since then.

Is that even possible!? That girl.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

I just read my cbox, so I got tagged.

Jesslyn must be having lots of fun. xD

Sometimes, I think these tagging games are what you call more fun chain letters. Hmm. I should give this more thought some day.


People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.
Tag 8 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.

If your lover betrayed you, what would your reactions be?
Make him wish he was never born *grin*

If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?
I'm still waiting for my fairy-godmother to suddenly appear and grant me wishes. ♥

Are you satisfied with the way your life is right now?
Yeah. (:

Are you confused of what lies ahead of you?
I can't tell the future, so... -shrugs- I just go with teh flow. (:

What's your ideal lover like?
Weeeelll, just gather all of my anime/manga guy character obsessions and you'll get a rough idea ;D

Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
Both, I guess?

What is the one thing that pisses you off about the opposite sex?
Uh. Their arrogance?

If you could change one of your traits, what would you change it to?
To be slightly more intimidating. D:
I think practically no one is scared of me.
Which is really sad.
'Cause I'm supposed to be able to make people tremble in their shoes at my very shadow >DD
But instead, people treat me like a little kid. D:
But then again, I *act* like a little kid....*cough*

Why are you always doing these tags?
Well, because according to the instructions, I can't refuse it.

Is there anything that makes you happy these days?
Almost everything and practically anything makes me happy. (:
Except for the scorching sun. D:
But I guess I should be happy that we don't have winter here.
My siblings are suffering in the cold as I type right now >D
I feel like Pollyanna, playing her glad game. Oh gosh.

What do you think of the person who tagged you?
I sometimes think she's slightly suicidal.
Which is not a good thing at all.
Bad girl. D<

I tag...

Saturday's Day


Benedicta's wedding was on Saturday.

It started at 9:30am.

Since band that day finished at 10am, I opted to go. But since I wasn't dressed in the proper attire, I was paiseh to walk down the aisle to sit with my parents (I came late, too). So I stood at the back, with Brendan who was taking the photographs.


Just because I was standing next to Brendan didn't mean he was my boyfriend.

That's just. Ew.

Brendan is one of my brother's closest friends and because of that, Brendan is like my other big koko. Anyway, he's like...6 years older than me? Yekkk.

Everyone who knew me who walked past and saw me with him all thought he was my boyfriend.

I was utterly disgusted.

I do not have a boyfriend, never had a boyfriend, and don't intend to get one anytime soon.

Single and proud.

I hate it when people assume.

When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me.

But then again, I'm a hypocrite.

This is just the same when someone (I forgot who, so don't ask mee xD) thought Eu Fern's brother was her boyfriend. Though that was funny. Ho ho.

When people assume, diasters happen. Misunderstandings. It's all just so troublesome.

And personally, I think I'm still too young to even think of getting a boyfriend. I must really agree with my class teacher on this note. And I'm sorry to all of my friends who *do* have boyfriends/girlfriends, but this is what I think, and this is how I work.

And on that note, I end this post.

Feeling really disgusted.

Brendan. My other like-big-brother. As my boyfriend. Ew.

No other words can describe the ew-ness I felt/feel.


Saturday, July 5, 2008

Tag, you're it.

Oh, I remember that game. (: How nostalgic.


I'm talking like some old granny who's about to die, shitnitz.

Erm. So. Tagged by her, her and I'm not sure whether she counts. (:


1. What's your favorite anime at the present time?

I just can't decide; curang!! (: (psst, why is it using American English? D: )

2. Given the chance, what special ability/power would you like to have?

Telekinesis (I'd never have to walk to get something ever again :3)

3. How do you think about yourself? (Shouldn't it be what? ← I agree with whoever added this)

I'm a work in progress.

4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?

Why do you want to know? -shifty eyes- (*doesn't know how to answer, is escaping*)

5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?

To have a Fairy-Godmother to grant me wishes!! :D

6. Do you have a crush now?

You talking fictional? 8D

7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?

My internet ♥

8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?

Mmmm, books and food. And maybe charity. Later. (:

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?

Depends. (:

10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you

But. Who? -angst-

  • cheerful

  • fellow otaku!!

  • smart


  • sweet (like a sweet!)

  • bubbly

  • smart

*IF* Jesslyn (counts):

  • taaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll (I plan to steal her knees, it'll work, somehow, muahahah)

  • youuuuuuuuunggggggg (savour your youth, young grasshopper -meditates-)

  • smaaaaaaartttt (she plays chess, whaddyu expect?)

(i hate being surrounded by all these smart people, dangit -grumbles under breath-) xD

11. Which type of person do you hate the most?

Unthoughtful people.

12. What is your ambition?

Something FUN. (: Maybe an archeologist or a pychologist or a teacher?

13. If you have fault, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?

I don't mind either. Depends how they point it out tho.

14. What do you think is the most important in your life?

Me even having a life.

15. Are you a shopaholic or not?

Depends on what I'm shopping for... *coughBOOKScough*

16. What is the thing that you really want now?

A Fairy-Godmother with her magic wand of wishes ):

17. Why does it hurt when you punch someone?

I bet you if I pinched you tweaked your skin, it'll hurt too.

18. Is there anything that you have done which you regret?

Gimme a mo.

Let's see.



Hee (:

19. Are you hungry right now?

... -shifty eyes- Is it that obvious? -rubs belly- I'm getting fat, shitnitz.

20. Do you think that this survey is totally useless?


People I tag.

Whoever wants to be tagged is tagged. (: because I don't really like these questions much, sryyy...

Friday, July 4, 2008

So. An Explanation?

S. O. G. stands for,

Sin Of Gluttony.


I guess I should talk about my grandma's birthday dinner, yes?

First things first, we arrived at the hotel 5 minutes before the party started. We rushed to change, and I was forced into a

My sister, looking gorgeous per usual, and I, looking absolutely hideous, as usual.

When my daddy, mummy and sister all ganged up, I was positive it was a conspiracy.

Anyway, since the theme was
Hats/Wigs, my sister dumped a big red hat onto my head.

Grumpily, I we trudged down to the dance club. My grandma's kids are all so cool; a dance club. Anyway, when I stepped in, I went and greeted and hugged my grandma, I don't think she recognized me, and promptly when to search for my cousins.

Sister, grandma and mummy-kins

Jo Anne stuck a clip with fake hair into my hair. I think it was either white, or titanium blonde. An interesting combination with my black-brown hair. I then spotted Alvin, who stood basking in his glory, thinking he was finally taller than me. Alex then came to join him and both of them smirked, looking down upon my height. I made some smart-alec comment and turned around to see Christopher, aged 11, with a skaterboy haircut and pink braces! I squatted down and made him grin to show off his braces. I looked up to see his sister, and I realised SHE CUT HER HAIR. DDD: If she doesn't grow it out, I'm gonna cry. Srsly. Then I scouted around for Tiara and noticed she has grown taller (again). And then I found out Ai Rahn didn't come. D: Ai Rahn bad.

Left to right: Alex, Tiara, Alvin and...who *is* that? So ugly, omg.

The food was yummy. I enjoyed it and went up to this...overhanging catwalk thing with my other cousins so that we had a better view of the stage. We cheered a lot and were very noisy. (:

Alvin, me, Christopher, Jo Anne, Rachel with my hat, Tiara.

The whole liiiiiiinee

We had some competitions and whatnot and my family got quite a few prizes, but I'm too lazy to write all about it, so some other time, yes? (:

Then they wheeled out the cake and steam steamed from the floor and it was all a bash.

That's my grandma right there in the middle. (:

And then they played dance songs and the cousins danced.

Did I mention some of my cousins have learned how to breakdance? It was SO cool, I assure you. Radical. Bombastic. ♥

As for the next day, we spent it in my grandma's house.

On the balcony, Alex and Tiara rocking it away.

Ooh, Rachel's glaring.

Another shot


The three of 'em.

Taken by Rachel

Courtesy of Rachel (look; that's Noel in the background!!)

Christopher, advertising Vitamin C

Ooh, she's sleeping now (she looks so sad D: )

i wanna kidnap hiimmmm

The three girls: *hides*, *swish* and *whut?*


And that's practically it.

On another note, I was browsing through my scrap papers and stumbled across the Commonwealth Essay Competition I was supposed to participate in last year. One of the topics I was quite interested in was: Imagine what it would be like to live for a whole day relying primarily on just ONE of your five senses.

I was interested, so I decided to write it. I managed to write,

It might have been a dream. A nightmare. A punishment for mocking the handicapped.

...before I gave up completely and flung the paper into the dark abyss of my room, where it has lain ever since, gathering mites and dust bunnies. you think I should continue it? o____O

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

I don't get it.

I just don't get it.

I would have thought that not broadcasting my blog would mean not a lot of people would find it.

So why? Where is the logic in this? -holds up fist with tears glistening in eyes dramatically- (Don't you feel guilty now? FLEE ♥)

But I love them anyway for prying and being busybodies and finding my not so well hidden blog.

And, I was not being sarcastic. Heh.

That's right. I should name my blog.

My phone is called YoYo, my comp's C2, I shall ponder its name henceforth.

Besides all of that, I just came back from Malacca. It's depressing how Alvin is taller than me now. But I'm sure that's just his hair.


-shifty eyes-

Christopher is so cute. Especially with his new braces and hair. I want to kidnap him and make him my little brother. The cutest lil' boy alive. Love him. Rach, his real sister, said I could (love her too). But he started scooting away. Darn. I feel so unloved. Silly little cute adorable cousins that just got pink braces. Gaaahhh.

Tiara wanted to take a photo of me saying bye to Christopher. Her main objective: to have the caption photo read as, "Chris says Bye to Chris".

Oh, the drama.

On second thought, I kinda want to kidnap Noel and make him my little brother too. He's such a good and quiet kid. (: I'd kidnap Alvin, but he'll make a bad little brother, seeing as he's a big boy now. Darn. I should really start trying to get taller. How can Amy be so panjang?

I SAY MILO! I like Milo. (: I like KitKat too. (: They make me happy. (:

See? I don't know what to blog about. What's blogging supposed to be?

Woe is Christine.

She shall embark on an epic quest to find the true meaning of her owning a blog.

I wish all of you to wish her all the luck she can possibly steal.

Please and thank you.

Blog. It's such a funny word. Blog.


Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee log. Bee and wood. Bee and bark! Comb and dog. HONEY and BITCH. Oh gaasp.

I'm born in the year of the dog. I'm female. I'm a female dog. So I'm a bitch!

B. I. T. C. H.

Babe In Total Control of Herself.


What other junk is there?


I bought four more new books from MPH today. (:

I like books. They make me happy. (:

Is it just me, or do you get the feeling of déjà vu?

Random scenes from today in which I was enjoying the air-cond in Mid Valley while my friends slaved away at school ♥:

Sister: -points to shop right next to us- There; Saint Cinnamon.
Mum: ....oh.


At the toilet at The Gardens:

Me: OOH! The soap things are automatic! -waves hand excitedly under it-
Sister: Cool, eh? (:
Soap thing: -still producing more liquid soap-
Me: Ah ah ah ah! It won't stop; make it stop! -gets frantic as it spills onto the counter-
Sister: -takes my hand and moves it away-
Soap thing stops.
Me: Oh. Oh yeah. ♥ Hee (:

I know I'm a sakai kid.

I wonder how long I can go.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeee, spaaaaaaaammmmmmmmm!!

I think I might just die.

I haven't done my Art KK.

I haven't done my Sej KK.

I certainly haven't done my Geo KK.

And my KH KK is not done.

Oops. ♥

I'm such a bad student.

Which reminds me of Hari Permuafakatan.

Daddy-kins: So, how is Christine in class?
-nods- Hmm. She's very attentive in class. Very good.
-smiles angelically-
Inner Christine: ROFLMAOLOL. I *sleep* in class. I got away! SCOREEEEE. ♥
... Oh, really. -stares at Christine with scrutinizing eyes-
-flutters eyelashes innocently- Hee ♥

I told my daddy the truth later. He laughed. Hoho. I got away. Hoho!

And and and I have officially fallen in LOVE with Carrie Underwood's Jesus Take the Wheel. It's beautiful. I love it. (: I can't stop singing it, really. Lol. ♥

This version's nicer. ♥

She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve
Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy with the baby in the backseat
Fifty miles to go and she was running low on faith and gasoline
It'd been a long hard year
She had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attention
she was going way too fast
Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass
She saw both their lives flash before her eyes
She didn't even have time to cry
She was so scared
She threw her hands up in the air

Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this on my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel

It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder
And the car came to a stop
She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat sleeping like a rock
And for the first time in a long time
She bowed her head to pray
She said I'm sorry for the way
I've been living my life
I know I've got to change
So from now on tonight

Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this on my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel

Oh I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
Save me from this road I'm on
From this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel
Oh take it take it from me

I really have nothing interesting. If you want words from me, make me write essays.

The end.