Thursday, September 28, 2006
STUPID FREAKING BLOGGER!!!!!!! i posted half an hr's worth of post yesterday, and when i clicked publish post, what did i find?? BLOG NOT FOUND. idiottttttt.
i shall try to contain my anger and patiently, calmly, retype the whole HALF AN HOUR'S WORTH OF POST. AGAIN.
all right. hady's the new Singapore Idol! hhahaha. jonathan LEONG looked so disappointed. my one vote mattered after all! :D
i only hope that during the next Singapore Idol [if there is one], hady doesnt become all arrogant, but to be as humble as now. and i sincerely hope that he doesnt grow a goatee like taufik BATISAH or beard like jay CHOU.
i cant stand facial hair of any kind. i guess that's part of the reason why i stopped liking jay CHOU. his stupid beard makes his small eyes look even smaller. besides, he seems to care more abt his looks than his music now. his songs have been sounding the same, juz change a few notes here and there.
i think my disgust for facial hair came frm Roald Dahl's The Twits. if you read the bk you will also find facial hair super revolting. let's see if i can find that bk.....
yup! found it! i shall calmly and patiently type out the part abt disgusting facial hair. AGAIN.
Mr Twit was one of those hairy faced men. The whole of his face except for his forehead, his eyes and his nose, was covered with thick hair. The stuff even sprouted in revolting tufts out of is nostrils and ear holes.
The hair on Mr Twit's face didn't grow smooth and matted as it does on most hairy faced men. It grew in spikes that stuck out straight like the bristles of a nailbrush. And how often did Mr Twit wash this bristly nailbrushy face of his? The answer is NEVER, not even on Sundays. He hadn't washed it for years.
As you know, an ordinary unhairy face like yours or mine simply get a bit smudgy if it is not washed often enough, and there's nothing so awful about that.
But a hairy face is a very different matter. Things cling to hairs, especially food. Things like gravy go right in among the hairs and stay there. You and I can wipe our smooth faces with a flannel and we quickly look more or less all right again, but the hairy man cannot do that.
We can also, if we are careful, eat our meals without spreading food all over our faces. But not so the hairy man. Watch carefully next time you see a hairy man eating his lunch and you will notice that even if he opens his mouth very wide, it is impossible for him to get a spoonful of beef stew orice cream or chocolate sauce into it without leaving some of it on the hairs.
Mr Twit didn't even bother to open his mouth wide when he ate. As a result [and because he never washed] there were always hundreds of bit of old breakfasts and lunches and suppers sticking to the hairs around his face. They weren't big bits, mind you, because he used to wipe those off with the back of his hand or on his sleeve while he was eating. But if you looked closely [not that you'd ever want to] you would see tiny little specks of dried-up scrambled eggs stuck to the hairs, and spinach and tomato ketchup and fish fingers and minced chicken livers and all the other disgusting things Mr Twit liked to eat.
If you looked closer still, if you peered deep into the moustachy bristles sticking out over his upper lip, you would porbably see much larger objects that had escaped the wipe of his hand, things that had been there for months and months, like a piece of maggoty green cheese or a mouldy old cornflake or even the slimy tail of a tinned sardine.
Because of all this, Mr Twit never went really hungry. By sticking out his tongue and curling it sideways to explore the hairy jungle around his mouth, he was always able to find a tasty morsel here and there to nibble on.
EW! i shall stop here, before igorss you [and me] out any further. change of topic time!
mrs tan was grinning frm ear to ear when she said, "we have an A1!" *grins some more* i must say, new travels fast on the fourth floor of blk F. among the sec 4 classes, i think. by recess all 4 sec 4 classes already knew. xavier was the 1st to come up. "wah lau, i 5 more marks can beat you already lor!" *insert vulgarities here*
and today, before i boarded the bus in the morning, he was still at it. i wonder how the hell boys can be so energetic in the morning, and how their brains can process vulgarities in the twilight zone.
and then mrs tan came up to me and said, "75 is a bit shaky [at first i thought she said CHEEKY instead of shaky. :s], so you'll have to work harder."
jeez. and i finally passed my a maths! actually i was contented juz to get a c6, but then i found out that i needed ONE MORE FREAKING MARK to get a B4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *grumble grumble...*
nvm. i must work harder! i think for english, it's bcos ms sim marked the compre quite leniently. and the a maths ppr was a relatively easy ppr. if for this easy ppr, i only get a c5, what abt o level?!?!?!?!?!?
so overall, i am quite happy with the prelims marks, excpet for ACCOUNTS. thank goodness for chem, that pulled the damn bio up.
i hereby declare that
bio is NO LONGER my favourite subject.
i shall try to contain my anger and patiently, calmly, retype the whole HALF AN HOUR'S WORTH OF POST. AGAIN.
all right. hady's the new Singapore Idol! hhahaha. jonathan LEONG looked so disappointed. my one vote mattered after all! :D
i only hope that during the next Singapore Idol [if there is one], hady doesnt become all arrogant, but to be as humble as now. and i sincerely hope that he doesnt grow a goatee like taufik BATISAH or beard like jay CHOU.
i cant stand facial hair of any kind. i guess that's part of the reason why i stopped liking jay CHOU. his stupid beard makes his small eyes look even smaller. besides, he seems to care more abt his looks than his music now. his songs have been sounding the same, juz change a few notes here and there.
i think my disgust for facial hair came frm Roald Dahl's The Twits. if you read the bk you will also find facial hair super revolting. let's see if i can find that bk.....
yup! found it! i shall calmly and patiently type out the part abt disgusting facial hair. AGAIN.
Mr Twit was one of those hairy faced men. The whole of his face except for his forehead, his eyes and his nose, was covered with thick hair. The stuff even sprouted in revolting tufts out of is nostrils and ear holes.
The hair on Mr Twit's face didn't grow smooth and matted as it does on most hairy faced men. It grew in spikes that stuck out straight like the bristles of a nailbrush. And how often did Mr Twit wash this bristly nailbrushy face of his? The answer is NEVER, not even on Sundays. He hadn't washed it for years.
As you know, an ordinary unhairy face like yours or mine simply get a bit smudgy if it is not washed often enough, and there's nothing so awful about that.
But a hairy face is a very different matter. Things cling to hairs, especially food. Things like gravy go right in among the hairs and stay there. You and I can wipe our smooth faces with a flannel and we quickly look more or less all right again, but the hairy man cannot do that.
We can also, if we are careful, eat our meals without spreading food all over our faces. But not so the hairy man. Watch carefully next time you see a hairy man eating his lunch and you will notice that even if he opens his mouth very wide, it is impossible for him to get a spoonful of beef stew orice cream or chocolate sauce into it without leaving some of it on the hairs.
Mr Twit didn't even bother to open his mouth wide when he ate. As a result [and because he never washed] there were always hundreds of bit of old breakfasts and lunches and suppers sticking to the hairs around his face. They weren't big bits, mind you, because he used to wipe those off with the back of his hand or on his sleeve while he was eating. But if you looked closely [not that you'd ever want to] you would see tiny little specks of dried-up scrambled eggs stuck to the hairs, and spinach and tomato ketchup and fish fingers and minced chicken livers and all the other disgusting things Mr Twit liked to eat.
If you looked closer still, if you peered deep into the moustachy bristles sticking out over his upper lip, you would porbably see much larger objects that had escaped the wipe of his hand, things that had been there for months and months, like a piece of maggoty green cheese or a mouldy old cornflake or even the slimy tail of a tinned sardine.
Because of all this, Mr Twit never went really hungry. By sticking out his tongue and curling it sideways to explore the hairy jungle around his mouth, he was always able to find a tasty morsel here and there to nibble on.
EW! i shall stop here, before igorss you [and me] out any further. change of topic time!
mrs tan was grinning frm ear to ear when she said, "we have an A1!" *grins some more* i must say, new travels fast on the fourth floor of blk F. among the sec 4 classes, i think. by recess all 4 sec 4 classes already knew. xavier was the 1st to come up. "wah lau, i 5 more marks can beat you already lor!" *insert vulgarities here*
and today, before i boarded the bus in the morning, he was still at it. i wonder how the hell boys can be so energetic in the morning, and how their brains can process vulgarities in the twilight zone.
and then mrs tan came up to me and said, "75 is a bit shaky [at first i thought she said CHEEKY instead of shaky. :s], so you'll have to work harder."
jeez. and i finally passed my a maths! actually i was contented juz to get a c6, but then i found out that i needed ONE MORE FREAKING MARK to get a B4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *grumble grumble...*
nvm. i must work harder! i think for english, it's bcos ms sim marked the compre quite leniently. and the a maths ppr was a relatively easy ppr. if for this easy ppr, i only get a c5, what abt o level?!?!?!?!?!?
so overall, i am quite happy with the prelims marks, excpet for ACCOUNTS. thank goodness for chem, that pulled the damn bio up.
i hereby declare that
bio is NO LONGER my favourite subject.
11:02 AM