Rants Off The Bat
Hello world,
I am on Elise's computer listening to sounds from the latest Jackie Chan show. Again, my lack of language skills in Mandarin and Cantonese and my inability to tolerate grammatical errors and english sentences that don't make sense, has cast me away to the computer next to Jen Lyn (who's playing a Zack and Cody game). After reading people's blogs I just realised that I haven't been online for sometime. Wonder if my brother emailed me. Hmm..
I also realised that I forgot to sign up for the NanoWrimo thingy. Thank goodness for people who bothered to blog about it.
I just got back from Melaka yesterday. A whole bunch of us from church went along and my family managed to get a lift from the Lai's. Reached this whole ornate Baba Nyonya House (or rather, hotel, hostel-ish) dropped off our bags and proceeded to walk to some restaurant for lunch.
Unfortunately I think the whole trip was pretty unorganised because I found myself walking about alone with my parents wondering where the entire group went. Elise, Andrew, Zhong Xin and I were even stuck in the Baba House lobby blowing bubbles wondering where everyone was.
Walked about Jonker street at night for 2 and a half hours straight. My legs were practically screaming at me by the time I managed to sit down. A bunch of us were forced to eat 'satay celup' which is sort of like steamboat with sticks, just so we could watch the ManU vs Liverpool game on tv. Needless to say, it was worth it since, aherm, ManU won. Hehe. If they hadn't won I think I would have glared daggers at Elise for making me watch football. Football is nice to some, but to me, who has been deprived of good shows because my dear brother and dad managed to outnumber me just to watch football, football is....deng deng deng.. boring.
I know, I know, what do you mean boring?!?!?!? How could I say that football, the sport that joins the whole world together, the one with Stevie G and C. Renaldo in it, is BORING!?!?!?!?
Well I just did. So there. It doesn't really amuse me to find a bunch of guys running around and yes, I agree, the goals can be quite amazing and amusing but I still don't like the sitting there and waiting for a goal to happen. But I will watch, if I really have to. That is, REALLY REALLY have to. But if anyone asks, I'm supporting ManU or i'll be kicked out of the house. Lol.
I'm feeling really holiday-ish and I've been able to sleep as long as I want these past few days. Heaven.
Tomorrow my cousins from Australia, actually, cousin and husband and son, are coming over for lunch. Then at night I'll be going to Carrie Island (or however you spell it) to celebrate Dr. David's birthday. I think I may be able to squeeze in another Hari Raya open house. Hehe. My holidays are almost as full as my normal days. But a whole lot more fun, so to speak.
Ahh...cousins.. so many of them. All gonna be married before I reach 22. Most probably. Sad thing to be the youngest and always get left behind eh? The only plus side is, I'll get the most ang paos than any of them.
Hmm... *ponders*
Went over the Izzah's house today for Hari Raya and played cards most of the time. Hehe. Which reminds me, no more puasa for the Malays, that means, less traffic jams near 7 o'clock and a whole lot less noise from firecrackers (i hope i hope i hope) .
Dang. This is one boring blog. I myself am losing interest. This is not good.
Anyways, I've got nothing to do so I guess i'll just continue till I, inevidently, fall asleep.
Nah. Kidding. Hehe..
You know, I always find that when I blog, I talk to myself a lot. In my head. My mom told me before that when people start talking to themselves, they've gone nuts. Gosh. I must be the nutter of all nutters then since I always seem to be talking to myself (in my head, and well, sometimes out of my head and mouth). I used to relate and make up stories in my head when I was waiting for my mom to finish her shopping. I am one weirdo.
Talking about shopping, I just realised that I'm not much of a shopper. I'd rather just go somewhere, look at all the things at one quick glance (unless I really like it, then i'll take an awful long time) and buy whatever I really really need and what was really really worth buying, and then scoot off. I think that is why I don't have much patience when I follow my mom shopping. It's like, stopping at every store and gazing at every object for a full five minutes. I'm exaggerating, but when I really experience it, it seems like that.
I realised lately that I can be very intolerant and very impatient when it comes to annoying loud noises. Be it annoying laughter on television or a momentary memory loss of mine. I used to walk all the way to my room from the back of my house and when I reached my room, I'll just switch on the fan, stand around and wonder, and switch it off and go back downstairs.
I remember my brother had this problem too. Must be in the genes somewhere. Haha.
Ah well.. enough talking to myself for now. Time to go... check some mail. Hehe.
I am on Elise's computer listening to sounds from the latest Jackie Chan show. Again, my lack of language skills in Mandarin and Cantonese and my inability to tolerate grammatical errors and english sentences that don't make sense, has cast me away to the computer next to Jen Lyn (who's playing a Zack and Cody game). After reading people's blogs I just realised that I haven't been online for sometime. Wonder if my brother emailed me. Hmm..
I also realised that I forgot to sign up for the NanoWrimo thingy. Thank goodness for people who bothered to blog about it.
I just got back from Melaka yesterday. A whole bunch of us from church went along and my family managed to get a lift from the Lai's. Reached this whole ornate Baba Nyonya House (or rather, hotel, hostel-ish) dropped off our bags and proceeded to walk to some restaurant for lunch.
Unfortunately I think the whole trip was pretty unorganised because I found myself walking about alone with my parents wondering where the entire group went. Elise, Andrew, Zhong Xin and I were even stuck in the Baba House lobby blowing bubbles wondering where everyone was.
Walked about Jonker street at night for 2 and a half hours straight. My legs were practically screaming at me by the time I managed to sit down. A bunch of us were forced to eat 'satay celup' which is sort of like steamboat with sticks, just so we could watch the ManU vs Liverpool game on tv. Needless to say, it was worth it since, aherm, ManU won. Hehe. If they hadn't won I think I would have glared daggers at Elise for making me watch football. Football is nice to some, but to me, who has been deprived of good shows because my dear brother and dad managed to outnumber me just to watch football, football is....deng deng deng.. boring.
I know, I know, what do you mean boring?!?!?!? How could I say that football, the sport that joins the whole world together, the one with Stevie G and C. Renaldo in it, is BORING!?!?!?!?
Well I just did. So there. It doesn't really amuse me to find a bunch of guys running around and yes, I agree, the goals can be quite amazing and amusing but I still don't like the sitting there and waiting for a goal to happen. But I will watch, if I really have to. That is, REALLY REALLY have to. But if anyone asks, I'm supporting ManU or i'll be kicked out of the house. Lol.
I'm feeling really holiday-ish and I've been able to sleep as long as I want these past few days. Heaven.
Tomorrow my cousins from Australia, actually, cousin and husband and son, are coming over for lunch. Then at night I'll be going to Carrie Island (or however you spell it) to celebrate Dr. David's birthday. I think I may be able to squeeze in another Hari Raya open house. Hehe. My holidays are almost as full as my normal days. But a whole lot more fun, so to speak.
Ahh...cousins.. so many of them. All gonna be married before I reach 22. Most probably. Sad thing to be the youngest and always get left behind eh? The only plus side is, I'll get the most ang paos than any of them.
Hmm... *ponders*
Went over the Izzah's house today for Hari Raya and played cards most of the time. Hehe. Which reminds me, no more puasa for the Malays, that means, less traffic jams near 7 o'clock and a whole lot less noise from firecrackers (i hope i hope i hope) .
Dang. This is one boring blog. I myself am losing interest. This is not good.
Anyways, I've got nothing to do so I guess i'll just continue till I, inevidently, fall asleep.
Nah. Kidding. Hehe..
You know, I always find that when I blog, I talk to myself a lot. In my head. My mom told me before that when people start talking to themselves, they've gone nuts. Gosh. I must be the nutter of all nutters then since I always seem to be talking to myself (in my head, and well, sometimes out of my head and mouth). I used to relate and make up stories in my head when I was waiting for my mom to finish her shopping. I am one weirdo.
Talking about shopping, I just realised that I'm not much of a shopper. I'd rather just go somewhere, look at all the things at one quick glance (unless I really like it, then i'll take an awful long time) and buy whatever I really really need and what was really really worth buying, and then scoot off. I think that is why I don't have much patience when I follow my mom shopping. It's like, stopping at every store and gazing at every object for a full five minutes. I'm exaggerating, but when I really experience it, it seems like that.
I realised lately that I can be very intolerant and very impatient when it comes to annoying loud noises. Be it annoying laughter on television or a momentary memory loss of mine. I used to walk all the way to my room from the back of my house and when I reached my room, I'll just switch on the fan, stand around and wonder, and switch it off and go back downstairs.
I remember my brother had this problem too. Must be in the genes somewhere. Haha.
Ah well.. enough talking to myself for now. Time to go... check some mail. Hehe.
posted by tabbydlim at 9:49 PM
1 Comments:
wow....I walk to my room for no apparent reason and believe it or not......I switch the fan on and stare around....switch it off and poof*...I'm out of the room....I call this ORB( obsessive room behavior)...=)
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