bandit queen

2008-12-01T04:03:00.002+08:00

Cos' it's time to move when the butt has warmed the seat......

http://the-elementary-banana.blogspot.com

2008-11-28T13:25:00.003+08:00

As the Friend of the Fisherman said:

"A friend in need is a friend indeed."

Now, while that has NEVER made sense to me, my mojo (and I mean this in the purest sense of the word) tells me it means something like, TRUE FRIENDS HELP EACH OTHER.

I understand that this isn't the easiest favour, and in the process of helping me out, intolerable physical agony may be experienced, but I beg that you remember the friendship that you share with me and what we've gone through. And I sincerely hope, that you will help me out this time.

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OPTION B:
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HAHAHAHAHA yah it's just choosing a blogskin. Oh man, I'm SO crappy sometimes. D:

2008-11-27T00:51:00.003+08:00

Oh, Ye of Little Faith.

I know that the Mission Trip this time will be challenging. For one, for the previous four mission trips, Rach was always with me. There was always this sense of ease and comfort, cos I knew that though I had no idea what I was getting myself into, one of my closest friends would be there with me, walking the same unknown path that I was treading.

This time, the team consists of just 5 people in total, and none that I know particularly well. It never really hit me how small the group was until the first mission trip meeting today, but it was something that had always been lurking somewhere in the background of my thoughts. And I just got a little overwhelmed, and more than a little doubtful.

Which was uncalled for, since before the meeting, Tim was sharing about how faith as small as a mustard seed can make mountains drop into the seas. He had no idea about my fears about the trip, but it tied in perfectly. I chose to shrug this off though.

Later during the mission trip meeting, Amanda started sharing about the faith like a mustard seed, and I was quite taken aback to be hearing it the second time, especially since it was so applicable. We're a mustard seed team, small, but capable of doing great things for God. When I got home, however, I was trying to brainstorm for things to present to the kids and I thought again about how small the team was and how it'd limit our flexibility when performing. I was talking to Becky at that time, and found out that she was in a 5-strong mission team once before.

izzy says:
what was his purpose for having a small team like yours last time?
BECKY says:
all of us learnt how to trust god immensly
izzy says:
did you feel overwhelmed?
did you wish there was more manpower?
BECKY says:
initially
but then kinda all felt stupid after that
yes you go there wanting to help the best we can
but honestly do they need us?
They have been doing fine without us for the longest time
i'm sure they distribute food even when you aren't there
izzy says:
yeah they do
omg i feel so useless now
BECKY says:
so the question is what are you doing there?
izzy says:
i have no idea
this sounds stupid, but i miss the kids
so i wanted to go back
and for myself, i wanted to see God work
cos i know He would
BECKY says:
you know
exactly
so why are you worried?

Rowie said before when I went for altar call, that because of past experiences and the way I've been hurt before, I've learnt to stop trusting people, and even God.

I think it's time I learnt how to trust.

2008-11-25T23:49:00.000+08:00

izzy says:
i'm trying to find someone i can order a threadless shirt through
hahaah
the good old times...lets bring it back says:
threadless shirt
what's it made off
plastic?
-_-

IT'S AN ONLINE SHIRT BRAND, MY FRIEND! HAHAHAHA

2008-11-25T21:56:00.002+08:00

I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT
I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT

Messages from Rai:

12.30pm: Haha my meeting is starting at 3! x) My walk from here to J8 is about 5 mins heh so see what time my meetin is gonna end, hopefully by 4 man. If not, 530 can? x)

2.45pm: Haha yea 530 will confirm be alright heh but no student price after 5 right?? :/

So, I was all prepared to catch Madagascar at 530pm, but guess what?

4.04pm: Hey they just finished the powerpoint presentation :D I think 430 can! Run there man :D

Run. RUN. RUN INDEED. D:

By the time I read the message it was 4.10, so after 5 mins of getting ready and packing up, I had a grand total of 15minutes to "RUN" there. Yeah, run 5 bus stops to J8 when I'm too lazy to even walk up the stairs to get from the MRT tracks to street level. HAH. RUN INDEED.

Thus, I decided to whip out my handy bike! Taking a bus would've been faster but since the bus service is more irregular than an anorexic girl's menstruation, I decided that cycling there was the best bet. After all, I am in TIP-TOP SHAPE!!! :D

Hmm. :/

4.20p.m: I have to cycle on this narrow pathway. And as if the pathway isn't narrow enough and I'm not someone you'd call SLIM (Biggest understatement of the century, really), there were these 2 construction workers blocking about HALF OF IT. The quickest way they could get out of my way was to leap off the edge and plummet 50 feet to the grass beneath (and probably die). AND, I was going too fast to stop. I sucked in to make myself slimmer, then realized it was a stupid idea, and just went for it.

I made it, but I stubbed my fourth toe badly. It has swelled. It hurts to walk. I am sad. :(

4.23p.m: There's this middle-aged woman walking in the MIDDLE of the pathway and she obviously sees me hurtling towards her but no, she probably thinks I'm slim enough to make it through without her taking the big effort to step sideways! (SHE HAS CATARACT, I'M SURE.) I've all along thought that using the bicycle bell to tell people to scoot is quite rude, and usually I go for an "Excuse me!", but I was THIS close to her and I had no time for pleasantries. I wasn't thinking. I reacted as my primal instinct led me.

"OI!!!!!!"

Yeah, THAT was very polite compared to bicycle bells. D:

4.25p.m: I curse under my breath because my bloody handbag keeps bouncing against my thigh. My bagpack's in the wash and THE HANDBAG IS VERY IRRITATING.

4.29p.m: I check my phone while cycling. Raina has bought the movie tickets! I almost collide into someone. I was never good at multi-tasking. D:

I MADE IT. At 4.31p.m.! Nevertheless! 16 minutes! And there were close-mishaps, but everyone survived! Hurray, pedestrians! Hurray, me! :D

We were surrounded by small kids left right and centre in the theatre, HAHA. The movie was great, we loved it! I'll always love Melman the giraffe, because DAVID SCHWIMMER IS MY HERO (Second to Garfield, though. Garfield will ALWAYS be my No. 1 man.)

On our way to S-11 for dinner, there were these 2 men and 1 woman walking ahead of us. Then the guy tripped, and I couldn't help it, I just burst out laughing, and let's just say, my laughter isn't very discreet. They immediately turned back and to salvage the situation, I hit Rai on the arm and exclaimed, "That was damn funny!" to make it seem like I was laughing at something she said, not AT them. But my salvaging-the-crisis skills are damn bad, cos what I said seemed to cement the fact that I was indeed laughing at him, and commenting openly to my friend about it, no less. Rai couldn't help because she was having a fit laughing her ass off.

Helpful indeed.

2008-11-25T14:37:00.003+08:00

A Lesson in Hanging On

I know I've said before that Chia Can Cook, but let it be known (actually, it kinda already IS known) that I've had my fair share of failures.

Recap?

Peanut Butter Cookies a la Elephant Excrement
http://muddyskies.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-so-we-have.html

Banana Cake/Puree/Liquid Mush
http://muddyskies.blogspot.com/2008/11/banana-cake-part-two.html

I wanted to make fruit tarts for the cell this Sunday, and I knew that with a fairly higher-level recipe like this, I had to try it out once first. God forbid the tarts turn out like lumpy pancakes or something.

THUS, yesterday I embarked on my Noble Quest of baking the ~~Perfect~~, ~~Greatest~~, Edible Fruit Tart.

The pastry was time-consuming and tedious, but I managed, because I am only the most patient person on earth (HAH.) True, the pastry is uneven on top but IT'S HOMEMADE (and my first attempt, no less), so cut me some slack! Thrilled by the success of the tart, I went on to make the vanilla custard filling.

And failed.

The recipe for creme patisserie calls for heating a mixture of egg yolks and other ingredients. I ended up with a mixture which was liquid on top and scrambled eggs at the bottom. I found this hilarious, so I decided to try again.

I failed.

Again.

I was quite exasperated by this point. Whenever I fail, I usually get it right the second time, but this time the custard was NOWHERE right. It was frothy and it tasted distinctly barbequed. And while I do enjoy the occasional barbecue, Vanilla custard and Barbecue is like Exercise and I. It just doesn't mix. I was quite tired after standing for a few hours and it was getting late, so I stopped work.

This morning I decided that I was going to try and try different recipes until my vanilla custard succeeded. Fruit tarts just AREN'T fruit tarts without the filling. It'd be a fruit biscuit. (Plus, what on earth am I going to do with 15 empty tarts?!)

I failed. TWICE.

That brings my fail-count to a grand total of FOUR. But I tried once again, and BY GOLLY I SUCCEEDED I MADE IT YAY YAY YAYYY!!!! :D [Font Size proportional to Happiness]

Now this is the recipe I'm proudest of, because it took me so many darn times just to get it right! :D I've failed countless times when I try to eat less and/or exercise more, but when it comes to food, IZZY WILL NEVER GIVE UP.

2008-11-23T02:11:00.002+08:00

samuel says:
hey is alex kaneko that guy from youtube
izzy says:
yeah haha!
samuel says:
the asian guy with long hair
izzy says:
yeah!
i like him!
it'll be damn cool if my boyfriend could sing and play the guitar and write songs like him HAHA
samuel says:
creative musician types are tormented souls
izzy says:
he seems pretty okay to me
i dont want the tormented souls
i need a happy person
samuel says:
the world is short on happy people these days, man
izzy says:
alex looks pretty happy!
i am happier than the average person
beulah is happy
samuel says:
okay thats 3 / 6 000 000 000

And THAT, is another reason to be happy, people. ><

2008-11-23T00:31:00.003+08:00

This is for my personal stock-taking, if anything.

I guess I've always viewed these 2 years as a transitionary phase, if anything. It's too short a timespan for memories to be firmly etched into my heart, but too long to just simply disregard. I had to deal with alot of change this year, both externally and internally. It was like leaping from the land of nuns into the sea of testosterone.

Yes, I almost drowned.

I remember being SO terrified I just wanted to sit in my corner and be a loner for the rest of my IB life. And yeah, I genuinely thought that I wouldn't speak to the guys in class at all. I remember thinking 5.14 was just this very random class with all the random people, and I was miserable for the first few days of school. I missed the 12ofus SO much, because there was this sense of familiarity and comfort that had been established, for a few, over a period of 10 years. I didn't have to establish friendships because they were already strong. I didn't have to let my personality show because they already knew the kind of person I was. I was always my loud embarrassing self and it was one major thing that defined me. And in AC I didn't think that girl would EVER come out.

Okay actually even now, she hasn't really come out yet. D:

But you know, I think that's just how it is. It'd be unfair of me to expect myself to be the exact same person in MG and in AC. It's impossible, I feel. The people are different, the place is different, the environment is different, the company is different, the friends are different. I have many different sides to me, and according to the kind of people I'm with, some characteristics are amplified, others diminished, in order to better to adapt to my surroundings. Like a fat chameleon! :D Yes I've changed, I've mellowed, but in place of my previous gregariousness comes other qualities which have been honed in this past year, helping me grow as a person.

I've always prided myself on being happy, carefree and not having an emo phase. This year I was forced to graple with fears, insecurities, trust, friendships, boy problem (this is singular. SINGULAR.) I've grown alot this year, discovered things about myself, discovered things about others which I learnt from, and yeah even though there were many shitholes along the way, I've learnt how to emerge from them, clean up and move on. I've had friends knee-deep in shit together with me, but we pulled each other out, and hey even though it stank, I'd have to say I made friendships that I know are long-lasting and built on a solid foundation.

One more thing:

MY APPETITE GREW THIS YEAR. THIS HAPPENS EVERY YEAR. AND I THOUGHT MY TUMMY/THIGHS/ARMS/BUTT COULDN'T GROW ANY BIGGER.

Okay, I digress. I remember not liking the class at first cos I felt so stifled there, but now I realize that it really has been a blessing to be in .14! It's so eclectic and random that cliques can't really form HAHA and I found that refreshing, esp since I've been in classes with clearly defined cliques for all my schooling life. Yeah I'm guilty of that too. And even though I get inundated by FAT JOKES, GUY JOKES, waaayyyy unnecessary information that's given me a deeper-than-usual understanding of the male psyche/anatomy, they are genuinely nice people with great hearts! I always enjoy conversations with the class people and they always make me feel comfortable around them. :)

2008-11-20T22:35:00.002+08:00

I hope Syl has a Happy Happy Birthday with the APPLE STRUDEL MUFFINS and DECORATED SUGAR COOKIES that Chlo and I baked today! :D

In other news:

Just now I got bothered by my hair: Short in front, long at the back. It was like, not here not there! So in a moment of impulse, I just grabbed the back of my hair, and snipped it off myself. And I'm not entirely sure how it looks like because, wonder of wonders, I can't see the back of my head! I guess I'll only be able to tell once I start hearing the laughter when people see me. But yeah my hair is significantly shorter. Needed a change anyhow.

2008-11-19T23:40:00.001+08:00

BECKY says:
ARGGHH
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d0-2u6gY5To&feature=related
MAKES YOU FAT
izzy says:
I
I HAVE THAT WORM
I HAVE THAT WORM INSIDE OF ME
BECKY says:
HAHAHAHAHAHA
yea yea
BLAME IT ALL ON A WORM

2008-11-19T22:35:00.002+08:00

It would be fitting, I felt, to have a food post right above the gross one! :D

BRITISH SCONES WITH CHOCOLATE CHIPS AND GLAZE!

The one on top was actually a spare lump of dough that was too little to make into an actual scone, and too much to just throw away. So I just threw the lump into the oven and it ends up looking like some, um, HongKong walnut pastry.

Anyway yes I did go to the hairdresser's today. (And 9 hours after I get my hair cut I get a very panicked message from Becky screaming "IZZY DONT DO IT! DONT SHAVE YOUR HEAD YOU'LL REGRET IT! OMG OMG!"

Well if I REALLY did do it, her warning call would be wayyyy too late, haha. Ben (The Hair Man) said that I wouldn't look nice with short hair, and it'll make my face rounder (than it already is, but no he chose to leave that part out :P ). And at this part, my affirming, encouraging, positive, very tactful friend responds with a:

Winston says:
I WONDER IF IT CAN GET ANY ROUNDER.

But yeah now my hair is at collarbone length, and The Hair Man did chide me for being too lazy to use conditioner HAHA. I didn't realize that the back of my hair is still long, though. So it's short in the front and long at the back. :S I only found out when I reached home. Ahwell!

Dinner with Nana after. She's convinced of her mojo.

We shall see.

HAHAHA OMG SO SICK RIGHT!!!! It's called the Gordian Worm, and HUMAN INFESTATIONS occur too! Imagine, friends, this metre-long freak of nature wriggling out of your butthole! Thrashing, thrashing and, uh, thrashing. I saw another video about worms coming out of your face too.

"In China, research has concentrated on a parasite called human demodex folliculorum mite or the demodicid, is a tiny mite, less than 0.4 mm long, that lives in your pores and hair follicles, usually on the nose, forehead, cheek, and chin, and often in the roots of your eyelashes.

Demodicids have a wormlike appearance, with legs that are mere stumps. People with oily skin, or those who use cosmetics heavily and don't wash thoroughly, have the heaviest infestations ... but most adults carry a few demodicids. Inflammation and infection often result when large numbers of these mites congregate in a single follicle.

The mites live head-down in a follicle, feeding on secretions and dead skin debris.

Sometimes demodex is called the 'face mite', since it is often associated with blackheads, acne and other skin disorders (although it is not the cause of these). Demodex are harmless and don't transmit diseases, but large numbers of demodex mites may cause itching and skin disorders, referred to as Demodicosis."

Posted by Dr. Johnson Dermatologist MD in Harvard on Sat May 10, 2008 at 03:37 PM

OKAY I AM NOW PARANOID, MY FACE IS STARTING TO FEEL ITCHY, AND I'M GOING TO USE FACIAL CLEANSER 10 TIMES A DAY NOW.

2008-11-19T00:41:00.003+08:00

I was reminded of the whole maggot saga in P5 when Eli left her lunchbox (with half-eaten sandwiches) under her desk for HALF A YEAR. When she finally opened it, the stench, aurgh, it was as if someone DIED for a few weeks. We had to EVACUATE from the classroom hahaha. So I was just wiki-ing maggots and stuff and LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!!

Okay this is really gross so if you're squeamish, don't look (Yes Vick that means you HAHA)

SO GROSS! But so cool!

Oh and these are disgusting too, if you wanted to take a look? :P

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Myiasis_eye.jpg

2008-11-18T23:51:00.003+08:00

izzy says:
should i cut short hair?
VICKY♥ says:
hmmmm
like bob short or what?
izzy says:
nope, like
halfway down my neck short
VICKY♥ says:
hmmm
cant really picture you leh!
izzy says:
ahh yea
just thought it'd be boring if i always had long hair
ooh what if i just shaved it all off?
VICKY♥ says:
OMG NO
PLEASE
izzy says:
what if i PERM?
VICKY♥ says:
PERM SHORT HAIR?
you'll look like my grandma!!!!
izzy says:
HAHAHAHA
NO
LONG HAIR
VICKY♥ says:
OH HAHA
izzy says:
NOT PERM SHORT HAIR
omg WHAT were you thinking man
haha
VICKY♥ says:
HAHAHAHAH
I DUNNO
i thought it was one of your crazy things!
can totally picture you going to pulau ubin or something with your short permed hair
hahahahah
okay sorry drifting abit

To the hairdresser's with Syl tmr! I'm getting abit bored with my long hair haha, so I was wondering what I could do with it. And while I actually AM thinking about shaving bald, I know I'm going to ultimately freak out and not do it. Even if I WERE to do it one day, it'd better be something meaningful like for the Cancer patients, not just a oh-I-felt-crazy-so-now-I-have-no-hair-on-my-head kind of impulse.

HAHAHAHAHA imagine me in that!!!

Okay wait.

Don't.

Whatever it is, it can't be worse than Sec 2 when I cut my own hair. I ended up with a bald patch the size of 2 fifty-cent coins.

Oh, what wouldn't I give to relive that moment again.

2008-11-17T00:33:00.002+08:00

Ahh, gotta love Joey. x)

Jia Rong says:
aiya
my safari's having some problems
i'll look at it (a website) another time
izzy says:
ask the zookeeper to fix it
HAHAHAHA
okay
i know that wasn't funny at all
but i find it funny
so just let me laugh okay
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Okay Isabel, I think you need help.

As soon as you stop talking in third-person.

Jia Rong says:
thats about as retarded as the cleaner jumping into the white tiger cage
izzy says:
really?
when?
Jia Rong says:
you mean you didnt know??
walau
which rock were you living under?
its all over the news
izzy says:
it was a very big rock
could cover me
Jia Rong says:
my sentiments exactly

WELL at least she isn't totally clueless. :P

2008-11-12T23:13:00.003+08:00

Jia Long says:
I WANT A CAT
izzy says:
HAHAHAH
but cats
are impersonal
what about dogs!
Jia Long says:
no man i think cats are better
smarter
and
izzy says:
but they have evil eyes
Jia Long says:
why own a bitch when u can have a pussy

You'd think he could've just said, "I prefer cats, Isabel."

Vicky has a crush on him HAHAHA! I have no idea what it is but somehow girls just find guys that much more charming when they can sing and play a musical instrument. Just that EVERYONE plays the guitar nowadays. Argh. D:

I'm thinking I might end up falling in love with someone who plays the bagpipe.

No I'm kidding.

Really.

2008-11-11T22:01:00.006+08:00

They call it a POTLUCK, but nooooo, it's just a cover for

THUNDER THIGHS' BEST FRIEND.

CARBS!!!! *this is where the salad-munching girls run away screaming*

After all these years, Rach is still as CLUELESS as can be hahaha.

Rach: I'm going to arouse you all with my fried rice! :D

And she says this with the innocence of one talking about unicorns and cotton candy.

Me: This is carb overload.
Rach: Oh my friend is damn skinny, my thigh is like her CALVE.
*silence as all of us consider this*
Saniah: HUH??!?!
Beu: That's not very skinny?!
Rach: OH NO NO I MEANT, MY CALVE IS LIKE HER THIGH!

And Beu's mashed potato? She ran out of butter so she just substituted it with MILK. It tasted like vanilla ice cream so we had to spam bacon bits to mask the taste of the dish. :P Initially the bottle was almost empty but the next time I opened the fridge, I saw a filled bottle.

Me: OMG IT REGENERATED.
Chloe: ......

Beu, of course, provided herself with ample opportunity to be insulted.

Saniah: Ey guys take my Swiss Bear chilli, I have alot of packets.
Beu: *with the satisfaction of one who has told an Immensely Funny Joke* DID IT COME FROM SWITZERLAND? HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!

Needless to say, there were leftovers (esp Rach's fried rice HAHAHA) and we played the Lyrics game to finish it up.

SHOW ME THE MEANING OF BEING LONELY [Backstreet Boys] (Yes, we are ashamed)
Chloe: Show me the meaning...
Izzy: of being lonely...
Rach: Is this the feeling...
Saniah: I need to walk with...

YOU GET THE GIST.

Therefore, there was much room for error.

HONEY HONEY [Abba]
Beu: I heard about you before
Joe: I wanted to know some more
Chlo: And now I know what they mean
Me: You're a love machine
Rach: Oh you make me dizzy!
Saniah: Er er... HONEY HONEY HOW YOU KILL ME

It's "thrill", not "kill", btw. Slap your self if you didn't know haha!
SAN AND RACH, don't worry I still love you guys even though you say weird things! DON'T GET LOST IN THE SEA OF GREY NJ UNIFORMS! We've never really been in the same classes but yeah glad we can still hit it off. :)

Very glam, Beu. Very glam. :)

2008-11-08T15:05:00.006+08:00

It must be National Fall-In-Love Month. *Cue confetti and glittery heart-shapes*

D:

And I'm gonna faint.

HOWEVER!!!

Beauty may fade and love will grow cold,
But Cheetos never fails.

And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, will be my motto for 2009. (And no it's not supposed to rhyme)

2008-11-08T00:22:00.002+08:00

___crystaaal* says:
YEAH YEAH YEAH. I WISH YOU WERE IN RJ
___crystaaal* says:
we would be going remedials tgt.
___crystaaal* says:
but then i bet you won't be as stupidas me to choose science combi.
izzy says:
HAHA i cannot be in rj
izzy says:
i'll be going for two orientations
___crystaaal* says:
HAHAHAHA
izzy says:
HAHA
___crystaaal* says:
i nearly made it to the 2nd orientation ok
___crystaaal* says:
haha sigh this is such a joke
___crystaaal* says:
i miss our smart days izzy
izzy says:
I DO TOO

I remember in Primary 1 I actually got 100 once, for MATH, no less! And the other time I was supposed to get full marks too but I got 99 instead cos I forgot to count the mangosteens. Crys was my only 6-year-long classmate and if she didn't go to THE PLACE of blue pinafores and green ties (HAH to mari!) I think we would've continued our winning streak.

We used to have really bad hair. I had my famous Hiroshima mushroom head and she had rebonded hair with unrebonded fringe. Fang looked like Vaness Wu and Ser always laughed the loudest. The last time we met up this year we almost got arrested by the Gurkhas outside Goh Chok Tong's house. Maybe this time someone will end up injuring an innocent passerby with a flying prata or something. I have noooo idea.

__crystaaal* says:
anyway the last 2 weeks after getting results back i was so depressed and stressed
__crystaaal* says:
i freaking lost weight.
__crystaaal* says:
lol
__crystaaal* says:
maybe i'll be a stick next yr
__crystaaal* says:
the only good thing that rj does to me(:

Guys I'm changing school. You can come down to Bishan to visit me!

As soon as I find a green skirt big enough to fit. :)

2008-11-07T18:57:00.005+08:00

Ey weren't we 5 supposed to have lunch today? I think everyone forgot or were too lazy to get their butts off the sofa HAHAHA.

ANYWAY, today I was wondering what to cook for dinner and I saw a pineapple in the fridge! It's the first time I've attempted THAI PINEAPPLE RICE and since I lacked quite abit of the ingredients listed in the recipe, I modified and came up with my own chumpalang recipe. :P

Egg, crabstick, onions, garlic, pineapples (for obvious reasons), shrimp, sambal belachan, and last but not least, i-forgot-everything-else-i-added.

Making the well in the pineapple was quite gross haha. I ended up with lots of puree which I just chucked into the blender to make pineapple juice. :P

IN OTHER (infinitely more embarrassing news):

I chanced upon this today HAHAHAHA and it really brought back memories. I think I was crazy over this in p5! It was the first Taiwanese idol drama I watched HAHA and I really liked the main guy cos he was so cool when playing basketball. D: And you might find it lame (and it is lah, abit, HEH HEH) but I think I'm going to rewatch the whole series! :D After all besides going out, catching up, cooking, eating and sleeping, there's nothing else to do in the holidays. :)

2008-11-05T21:51:00.007+08:00

Oh my oh my, this is turning into a some kind of food journal! D:

Lately I've been more interested in COOKING than baking, because so far, the recipes I've tried are more or less:

1. Throw ingredients into mixing bowl.
2. Mix well.
3. Bake in oven.

And Izzy needs a challenge! Haha I decided to cook for the family today and since mummy's big on healthy diets (Yes I know, how on earth did I turn out like that right! D: ), I had to do something un-cancer-causing, so I decided on CHICKEN SOUP! :)

And since soups are simple and just involve making the stock and throwing random ingredients-of-your-choice in, I decided to make the NOODLES as well. I started from scratch!

1. Making the dough with flour and eggs
2. Kneading it till smooth and elastic
3. Flattening it with the rolling pin till paper-thin (couldn't achieve that though), and then the arduous process of
4, CUTTING each strand with a small knife. I just sat there for an hour slicing and slicing, and then leaving it to dry for 2 hours.

THE RESULT!

HAHAHAHA okay obviously the strands are really uneven and all, and I can't Ramen but hey they were edible, and they tasted noodly! :)

Noodles, chicken stock (NOT the ready-made cube kind mind you, but chicken bones. Deboning from the entire chicken was hard and very funny. The blood was sick, and I had to hide the chicken feet from view because they were somehow very disturbing. I didn't have a proper recipe, so I just threw random stuff in like potatoes, celery, wolfberry seeds, black pepper, chilli slices, mushrooms, egg white, until the soup was tasty and fit to drink!

Mummy loved the noodles and soup! :D And that made the 4-hour long stint in the kitchen worthwhile, really. :)

BECKY says:
oh my
not bad not bad
looks passable

VICKY says:
they look good!!

marissa; our life is not a movie or maybe. says:
AHHH
OMG THEY LOOK DELISH

[yibin] Tw. [̲̅ə̲̅٨̲̅٥̲̅٦̲̅] - Cat Street says:
ur noodles are quite
hmmm
funky :?

samuel says:
eh the noodles actually look edible

okay making noodles from scratch is abit sad la
but i'm really surprised they look that good

子阳 Cubans, Russians, Americans says:
i just have one thing to say
you really have nothing better to do

Imagine if I took this whole "starting from scratch" thing all the way.

And started growing my own vegetables.

Or worse,

Slaughtering cows in my backyard.

2008-11-04T21:53:00.003+08:00

MORE HAVE BEEN LURED TO THE DARK SIDE BWAHAHA.

BECKY says:
IZZY IZZY!!!
(:
COOK OUT COOK OUT!!
I WANNNNTTTT

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[gr] The Doorway says:
inspired by your bout of baking
I have just finished baking a cheesecake
and just finished making the lemon-creamcheese topping
i'm hungry.

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vicky: HAHA I'M INSPIRED TO BAKE. HI IZZY (:

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vicky: hahaha aye yeah i actually feel like eating your aglio olio!! :D cooking adventure again soon izzyyy!

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HOWEVER...

Oh, them of little faith!

Becky: I dunno I sense a fire danger.

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↗fanglin; walking in memphis says:
HAHAHA
i have no idea man.
i bet you're going to burn my kitchen down.

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Today I DID go to fang's house, and NO the kitchen didn't burn down! This was like the FIRST time she cooked (unless Home E. is counted) and her Mummy asked me to come more often because I teach her how to cook HAHAHA. And I felt undeservingly good about myself when she marvelled at my skilled attempt to separate the egg yolk from the white HAHAHAH. D: Okay fine I'm noob but I'm LEARNING.

And as usual, hanging out with her beefs up my collection of Quotable Quotes.

*As we were trying to jaywalk across the road*
Me: Okay this is quite scary.
Fang: Oh Izzy don't worry! I have my umbrella to protect us! :D

*At the canned soup aisle of Giant*
Me: One can of Cream of Chicken.
Fang: Ah I see it! *thrusts can in front of my face* This one can right?
Me: Yah, can.
Fang: Izzy don't you get it? Can? CAN????
*silence*

Strangely enough, I think she's sillier now than she was in P1. :P

SURPRISE!!!

Fang: "Ohmygod Izzy our baked potatoes are such a joke."

[yibin] Tw. [̲̅ə̲̅٨̲̅٥̲̅٦̲̅] - Glass and grenades says:
OMG why are ur baked potatoes so cool
izzy says:
HAHAHA so cool right!
it's like kinder surprise
[yibin] Tw. [̲̅ə̲̅٨̲̅٥̲̅٦̲̅] - Glass and grenades says:
so funny
izzy says:
HAHAHAHA
[yibin] Tw. [̲̅ə̲̅٨̲̅٥̲̅٦̲̅] - Glass and grenades says:
looks disgusting
HAHAHA

Fang and I got some murdering to do tomorrow.

2008-11-04T00:06:00.005+08:00

THIS IS TO CONVINCE MYSELF THAT I'LL DO OKAY FOR CHINESE TOMORROW.

Ripped from Fang's blogpost today:

"and look this is cool. (: izzy and i were msging and then i saw my 'essay' published in some mg chinese compilation and below mine was izzy's! we were just p1. not bad aye. (not everybody's essay got published, mind you :P )*pats back* HOHO."

That's my name right there, the second one!HAHAHA I have absolutely NO recollection of this, and I can't believe I wrote that. 我最高兴的一天, no less. And oh yeah, Fang and I were both from 1.6! That'd mean that we've known each other for 11 years. Freaky, yet extremely cool. :)

2008-11-03T22:38:00.006+08:00

WELL.

As many taugeh-picking housewives would attest to, we have pretty much established the fact that:

BUT, did you know that...

CHIA CAN COOK???

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Okay. *gulps*

Sorry. D:

But ANYWAY, today I tried my hand at Aglio Olio. Simple stuff, but definitely more aesthetically-pleasing than the random simple stuff I whip up sometimes. :)

Added smoked salmon for kicks, heh. At least I know if a war breaks out and I'm stranded in the kitchen with nothing but a pot, pasta, olive oil and random herbs, I'll survive.

2008-11-02T22:30:00.004+08:00

Thank God that despite all the changes, there are still some constants.

Four years since we 6 were in the same class (and clique), and we're still meeting up, catching up, sharing our lives with each other, staying close and all. :)

It was fun hanging out just like we used to. THEY LIKE MY BANANA CAKE HAHAHA. And of course, some things just never change.

Me: *stares in awe at San's handphone* IS THAT AN IPHONE???
San: NO, it's a UPHONE.
*silence*
Me: Oh dear, San. ><

Strangely though, we can't really remember how the 6 of us just came together. AND, it was a night of revelations.

SAN THOUGHT THAT I WAS A BULLY IN PRIMARY SCHOOL!!!!

She reminded me of P5, when she squirted me with water from her Nike bottle. When she went up to the board to write down the equations, I executed my Grand Revenge Plan. I poured water on her seat HAHAHA. And when she came back, she just sat back down, and she "clearly remembered the big SQUELCH." (I quote) When she reminded me of this incident I started laughing my butt off, esp since I recalled her saying something about wearing waterproof panties. ><

FINALLY! :D

I THANK RAINA LEE, THE ONLY BRAVE SOUL WILLING TO WATCH 'THE COFFIN' WITH ME! Wa I had to face COUNTLESS rejections because of their fear! :( But my great MOVIEBUDDY generously consented to scream her ass off with me, hurray! :D

The Coffin was not as frightening as Shutter, and the storyline wasn't up to Shutter's standard too, but nevertheless, it was still pretty horrifying. Or maybe it was just us. I think Rai and I have been cursed. Every time we watch a movie, the audience is boring and sedate! The guys beside us looked positively BORED while we were shivering in our seats and I was trying in vain to cover my eyes and ears both at the same time.

I realized that I have a weird relationship with horror movies. Before the movie I'd be really excited in anticipation of a good scare, and halfway through the movie I'd be regretting my decision as I hide my eyes behind my fingers. After the movie I'd have had a good rush and think it was worth it. Then I'd regret again for the few days after because of my heightened paranoia.

Regrettably, it seems that I have developed a phobia of lifts now- even though no lifts were featured in the movie. D: And I can't look into the mirror now.

But still, it was a good kick.

2008-11-02T00:16:00.003+08:00

BANANA CAKE, PART TWO.

I was deciding between baking a chocolate cake or banana cake for littlesaints tomorrow! And even though I knew chocolate cake is a guaranteed pleaser (unless I screw up la, HAHA), I remembered SOMEONE mentioning to me that my banana cake looks like there's MOULD growing on it (refer to previous pics), and I did notice that it looks like a dead coral. SO, I decided to prove my detractors wrong, and attempt baking a Banana Cake again! :D

This time, I thought I was being expert baker by MODIFYING the recipe.

↗fanglin; walking in memphis says:
hello izzy
why is your pm :'(
izzy says:
BECAUSE I MADE MY BANANA CAKE
and i thought i was smart
the recipe said 2 small bananas and i thought i'd make it alot more banana-y
so i put in 4 large ones
but then the inside IS BANANA PUREEEEE
↗fanglin; walking in memphis says:
HAHA SO RETARDED such an izzy thing ;)
i like bananas!
i ate one last night
sounds nice what
izzy says:
PUREE
↗fanglin; walking in memphis says:
er.
oh.
HAHAHA it's okay izzy!
you can always bake again X)
anyway it doesnt sound THAT bad!!
izzy says:
HAHAHA IT IS QUITE BAD
how to eat like that!
it can't even be cut!
↗fanglin; walking in memphis says:
give your dog?
your cat?
um FEED IT TO SPCA PETS
then spca can save their money purchasing the stuff to inject them with

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA FREAKIN GROSS!!!

This is after I tried flipping it, though. On the surface it looked innocuously banana cakey. Inside was the epitome of disgusting. :(

I'm sorry if this upset your appetite.

Or if this caused your dinner to go up the wrong way. :P

izzy says:
okay i dont care
i'm going to make my banana cake again
i must succeed tonight MWAHAHAHA
↗fanglin; walking in memphis says:
NOW?!
it's so late already!!!
izzy says:
YES NOW
↗fanglin; walking in memphis says:
okay be back soon!
and you can fedex one for me :D

SO! At the auspicious time of 10.15p.m., I started from SCRATCH, determined to succeed. ~~If only I had the same kind of determination and drive when it came to my Chem and Physics last year.~~ I followed all the instructions this time, modifying minimally (expert baker my ass hahaha). This time, I even added 10 minutes to the baking time so that it would bake PROPERLY. I finished at 12.20a.m, and.....

TADAH!!!

It was too early to rejoice, though. The banana-puree-cake also looked quite acceptable on the outside. Taking a deep deep breath (and yes my heartbeat actually escalated), I...

Flipped.

It.

Over.

And it was good. :)
(Okay I have no idea if this counts as blasphemy. :S )

In life, I've given up on alot of things.
But if there's one thing I realized,
Making food is something that I won't give up easily on. :)

Okay I have just philosophized a banana-cake-baking attempt. ><>

2008-10-31T17:42:00.005+08:00

NOBODY DARES TO WATCH 'THE COFFIN' WITH ME. D:

izzy says:
omg there was a beetle flying in my room SO SCARYYYY
Winston says:
haha
beetle can fly?!

HAHAHA very smart, very smart. :P

2008-10-30T21:30:00.005+08:00

Today I tried conquering the Italian market, by making Italian Cream Cheese Knot Cookies!

They look damn good, right? That should tell you that I'm not the one who made them HAHAHA.

Anyway, even Beu would know that Italian Knot Cookies are supposed to be in the shape of, yes, KNOTS! But I didn't know how to knot them and the dough was being uncooperative. Hence...

The moment I took the first batch out of the oven, I stared at my "Italian Knot Cookie" for what must've been 10 minutes. It looks like a lump of albino dung! The colour IS supposed to be like that, but it just looks quite unappetizing! :( I was quite sad about the outcome but then I decided, to IMPROVISE!

With a star-shaped cookie cutter, Hersheys semi-sweet chocolate chips and my homemade lemon icing, it looks better now! :D

Acoustic-Guitar shopping tomorrow! The church's one, I've been told, CMI. >< Ahwell, about time too. :)

2008-10-29T21:02:00.005+08:00

I AM BEAT.

It was an awesome day today though! :D And after my bravery and courage in posting some of my embarrassing and silly incidents on my blog (I quote: "Your blog is for embarrassing yourself, not me!"), I think it's fair to show the world (Okay, whichever tiny part of the world that reads my blog) that BIRDS OF A FEATHER FLOCK TOGETHER, and in comparison with Joe, I'm Queen of Propriety.

At Swensens:
Joe: *To hapless waiter 1* Excuse me can I have my ice cream please?
*2 minutes later*
Joe: *To hapless waiter 2* Hey, my ice cream hasn't come yet!
*3 minutes later*
Joe: *To entire restaurant* Where's my ice cream! I WANT MY ICE CREAM!

At the Popcorn Counter:
Joe: *To hapless service staff* Hi can I have sweet popcorn please? But I only want the shiny ones!
Service staff: But... All of them are the same!
Joe: No no you see you see *points frantically at popcorn*, some are shiny and some are not shiny! I only want the shiny ones!
Service staff: But how am I supposed to...
Joe: There there I see a shiny one! I want the shiny ones! The shiny ones!
Me: Someone drag her away please.

TADAH! After seeing its one and a half star rating on 8days, and recognizing the two main leads as, er, not very... SERIOUS actors, I knew that this was the kind of movie you don't watch, hoping that it'd be good. It's the kind of movie where you know it's SO bad, you go watch it anyway to see how bad it can get, and laugh at the length at which it sucks.

This, is the epitome of THAT kind of movie.

For one, it's directed by someone called Jingle Ma. If that doesn't ring the alarm bells (JINGLE, GEDDIT? JINGLE? HAHAHAHA okay I shall stop), I don't know what would.

So Vicky, Joe and I sat down, propped our feet up in the 1/4-full theatre, and braced ourselves for a Big Joke.

Merely 5 minutes into the movie...
Female Protagonist: I am going to look for Teacher Herbal Head!
Vicky and I: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

And we spent 10 minutes just bent over laughing so hard that we couldn't summon the strength to tell Joe what she missed.

15 minutes into the movie...
Male Protagonist: This is Teacher Bald Head. Whether you can stay on in the Soul Ease Clan depends on him.
Three of Us: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

But, granted, there were the funny moments.

25 minutes into the movie...
Male Protagonist: Are you boiling medicine?
Herbal Head: What else can I be doing? Boiling an egg?

HAHAHAHA okay that was quite funny!

45 minutes into the movie, the lurveeee had started to blossom. In what must a cliche even bigger than I am: She had hurt her leg and he was carrying her out of the mountains. That part was cheesy, but it was still tolerable, until the strings started playing and a female voice floated out from the speakers...

"My heart likes butterfly, but heavy like a brick....... Irresistable Attraction......."

This is copied WORD FOR WORD from the subtitles. And just on cue, this middle-aged man who was sitting at the back let out a great big snore. THE DUDE HAD FALLEN ASLEEP HAHAHA. And he kept emitting these snores and weird grunting noises for the next half an hour. Everytime he snorted, we started laughing. It was like a vicious cycle.

It started to get damn drama after the halfway mark of the show. All the sword-fighting, butterflies, blood, arrows... It was quite painful to watch when he got shot. At least we were engaged in the story hahah. And at the ending, where it was supposed to be really tragic, the three of us were laughing because of the sillyness and the poor acting. It was, however, tragic enough for me to start crying, but I was crying and laughing at the same time cos of the ridiculousness of the tragedy, or the tragedy of the ridiculousness.

All in all, I won't say that my 6 bucks was wasted. The movie really did serve its purpose. Three of us left with stomachaches.

Later, we got our stomachs tested again when they came over to my place to make SUSHI!!! :D

Japanese cuisine is unexplored territory for all of us. ESPECIALLY VICKY, who had to be taught how to crack an egg HAHAH. All the mini kitchen disasters that we cooked up almost made us laugh harder than we had during the movie. Like when we suddenly regretted pouring all 4 eggs into the frying pan cos it'd be too thick it wouldn't cook properly, we tried reversing the wrong by pouring some out, but since the bottom had been cooked a little already we just ended up with scrambled eggs instead.

And er, the first time we tried to cut the sushi...

BEFORE

AFTER.

I BLAME THE SOGGY SEAWEED.

Then later, I realized that the seaweed really wasn't cutting it, so I decided to try something else.

TIS MY BABY.

Then I gave it a companion! (Okay now I just sound psycho.)

Yes, we know we rock. :)

2008-10-28T23:40:00.002+08:00

celine says:
can you pls get gmail
izzy says:
i have gmail
hahaha
celine says:
hotmail damn noob
izzy says:
but it's so lehcheh
i can function at noob level
it's sufficient
it's like how you dont need internet access on a handphone
as long as it can call and message
celine says:
alright dial up girl
izzy says:
HAHAHAHAHA
WALAO YOU ALWAYS USE THIS AGAINST ME
celine says:
how many kbs per second again
;)
izzy says:
dialup was 26.4kbs HAHA
I USE MODEM NOW OKAY
celine says:
MODEM????
celine says:
broadband you mean
izzy says:
OH YAH
BROADBAND
HAHAHAHAHAHA

IN OTHER NEWS:

1. The Unclogging-of-Arteries has commenced! The initial plan was to cycle to Thomson Plaza, but SOMEONE had to get a flat tyre midway and we had to cycle all the way back to Bishan Park to get it fixed. Then we continued our Tour de Singapore (HAHAHA I'm sure man) and finally got to Thomson Plaza. Instead of buying Awesome Fried Stuff (AFS), I settled for 2 popiahs instead. POPIAH. (Green for Healthy) You can't get any healthier than that man.

No surprises, that my Mum is the steam running this engine. She called me when I was out today.

Mum: Hi darling, where are you?
Me: Town.
Mum: Huh, what town?
Me: Orchard Road, Orchard Road!
Mum: Ohhh. Don't eat rubbish ah.
Me: Yeah I know...
Mum: Did you eat any carbohydrates or not?
Me: No I didn't eat any carbs, Mum...
Mum: Fruits have 3 teaspoons of sugar...
Me: Yeah okay I won't eat fruits...
Mum: Coke has 10 teaspoons of sugar...
Me: Yeah I'm not going to drink coke...
Mum: Stay away from carbohydrates, eat more protein and vegetables...
Me: MUMMY AHHHHHH!!!!
Mum: Okayokay have a nice time, byebye!

2. 79:6 KILLS TO DEATH RATIO. BOT DIFFICULTY THREE. I have progressed from bot difficulty 0 ("but the bots are like freakin vegetables!"), and I am ready to CONQUER THE WORLD HAHAHAHA.

Okay.

Fail.

3. I was interrupted from my dream of making banana-cake with a last-minute phone call and ended up watching Burn After Reading. At the start of the movie I was like, "Huh?", but when the end credits started rolling, my reaction was drastically different. It went from a "Huh?" to a "HUH?!?!" But it was a funny movie. Very random, but I guess that's where its appeal lies. :S

Before the movie:
Me: Ey ey why don't we watch The Coffin instead!
Guy X: What?! WHAT?!
Me: Yeah yeah it looks quite fun!
Guy X: The coffin?! THE COFFIN?!
Me: YAH!
Guy X: IT'LL SCARE MY BALLS OFF! My balls are so small already they can't even be SEEN, and now you want me to watch THE COFFIN?! My balls, what about my balls!!!!

So yes, Burn-After-Reading it was. And his balls remained intact.

4. I was determined to make a banana cake today, and even though I got home late, a cake baked at 9a.m. or 9p.m. would taste the same. And since solo cake-baking is UNEXPLORED TERRITORY, I was determined to invade and conquer!

CONTRAST THIS WITH BAKING WITH BEU JOE AND CHLO LAST YEAR, where our cake ended up CONCAVE because of Beu's suck oven. :P

HAHAHAHAHA I VERY PROUD OF MYSELF.

2008-10-25T22:25:00.006+08:00

I HOPE YOUR JAW DROPS AT MY JAM DROPS MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Okay.

Fail.

D:

My com has been menopausing on me lately so I finally reformatted everything yesterday haha, but I lost alot of my songs and now I'm in the arduous process of transferring everything from my itunes to the hard-disk to the computer.

Baking cookies is always fun when you first start out. The mixing, sifting, kneading, measuring... Then after the first 4 batches you start getting tired, and you start thinking, "WHY IS THERE SO MUCH FREAKIN DOUGH?!?!?!" But really, I do enjoy baking, even though it's quite no-brainer HAHA. And I have just invested 100bucks from my savings into my BAKING FUND (which is essentially just some money stored in a pineapple tart tin ><) There is no turning back for me! Caught High School Musical 3 with Rai at AMK Hub haha and it's pretty much tradition for us to get the couple seats everytime we watch a movie. :P And it's pretty much tradition too, how something mad ALWAYS happens on our outings hahaha. This time, we were trying to sneak in drinks into the cinema and in the process of exchanging cups and everything, she DROPPED my bubble tea, and both of us just went "AHHHHHHHH" (not in the girly way) as it fell to the floor. And I breathed a sigh of relief cos it seemed to be intact, but then a pool of green tea was slowly forming around the cup and I realized that the cup had split. I was quite a sight, trying to drink as much of the green tea and pearls and jelly as possible while it continued leaking, and it was hard cos both of us were just laughing our asses off.

The movie was not bad, it's verrrrry very cheerful hahaha. And the plot is as thin as Kate Moss on coke, but I don't think plot was ever the focus for the series, haha. We couldn't help noticing strange stuff, though.

1. Vanessa Hudgens looks like a maid.
2. Ashley Tisdale has hot legs. (Yes she does and no that doesn't mean I'm lesbian)
3. Zac Efron is hot. (This is Raina's observation, and I can safely say it applies to the rest of the female population as well.)
4. I preferred the sound guy though. The guy in charge of audio equipment HAHAHA I don't think anyone will notice him though. :P

One thing that got my skin crawling, though, was how CHEESY most of the parts were! It made me SHUDDER hahaha. It's really cliche too, but I don't think alot of people mind. There was this part where Troy and Gabriella were standing in his little tree house, singing, and when they entered the chorus, the roof of the tree house opened up to reveal a starry night sky. I was so aghast at that point I just went, "WALAO!!!", then I realized I was a leeeetle loud. ><>! At Subway she wanted very little ice in her cup so that she'd get more drink. She rushed to Crystal Jade because it was night time and the bread was going at 20% off. And then later at BreadTalk there was a Choose-5-Breads-For-$6 offer and she picked the biggest and the most expensive! While we were at CrystalJade, a little mad thought flashed across my mind, and I suddenly grabbed her arm.

"Let's get our ears pierced."

And I did, but she was too scared! Hahaha it's okay next time I force you. :)

Awhile back someone told me, "Friends are expendable." And there was a short period of time when I believed that. But then I realized over time that friends are actually really important to me, and each of my friends, be it good friends or close friends, impact my life in different ways, and I can't imagine life without them. But more than anything, I'm really grateful that they let me into their lives as well. :)

2008-10-22T22:09:00.005+08:00

Sometimes what we need in life, is that little bit of spontaneity.

Beu told me that I had "mellowed" in school in comparison to the previous few years, and I realized that my life needed some excitement. And just that little bit of impulse and recklessness.

HENCE.

1. Train from Bishan MRT to Tanah Merah MRT.
2. Bus #2 to Changi Village Bus Interchange.
3. Bum Boat at Changi Point jetty.

I wanted to be escapist for a day, so I decided not to see any familiar faces, and just spend some ALONE time as AWAY FROM IT ALL as possible. And Pulau Ubin is really, in my opinion, the FURTHEST I can go! I'm not in Singapore, yet I don't need a passport. :)

I just had to part with 3 bucks to rent a rickety old bicycle to get me around the island. It seemed like it was gonna fall apart and it made funny noises, but it served its purpose! :D

I had shit map-reading skills and no companion, so all I had left was my sense of direction, which, the last time I checked, was quite dead.

Cycling off the "beaten track" was fun! Like in the case of this picture, I'd take the left route instead of the right. It got abit creepy and definitely very ulu but then I saw things that I don't think I would've seen if I cycled on the roads instead. There was a monitor lizard as long as my arm! It looked like a mini alligator! :D It was worth it, seeing that my main concern was being killed by a falling durian, hahaha.

There were a couple of quarries, and I think the quarries were my favourite bits of the island. It's just all very tranquil and there's no one else there except a couple of stupid mozzies (Ubin is Mozzie Happyland, I swear). I dipped my feet into a quarry and just kind of basked in the sun for abit, using my backpack as a pillow, and occasionally opening my eyes to check if anyone was attempting to steal my bike (Wouldn't be a very appealing idea to thieves though, seeing the condition that my bike was in.)

After more than 2 hours of cycling, this saved my life, really. 100Plus shall henceforth be known as my Benefactor.

Poor Hwachong OBS boys HAHAHAHA! I remember lugging the 20kg bagpacks 2 years ago HAHA I must've looked as pissed off as they did! :P And they were using the bamboo poles as walking sticks too HAHAHA oh dear looks like they hadn't found out that those poles are used to pick up the dumped used sanitary pads on the Island every year where the girls stay overnight. ><

It started pouring the moment I got back to the bike rental shop! Thinking that I was stranded, I seeked shelter under the big umbrella at this small stall selling coconuts. And it was nice, really, just having sitting there with no sense of time or urgency, watching the rain, having conversations with the coconut stall auntie, and just being in a different place, in a new kind of environment. :)

HAHAHAH she's damn cute right! I look damn bad but that's after 2 hours of cycling and being attacked left right and centre by mozzies okay. I am PARDONED.

I did have a hard time, though, when I got home. I didn't tell my Mum that I was going to Pulau Ubin alone, armed with nothing but a phone, a wallet, a camera and a backpack hahah. :S But I decided that I shouldn't hide it from her so when I got home, I tried telling her the truth in the most cushioned way possible.

Mum: My goodness you're so dirty! Where'd you go?
Me: HELLO I'M HOME HAHAHA IS DINNER READY????
*While eating*
Me: Ey Mummy ah.
Mum: Yes, you have something to tell me?
Me: Hmm. *Picks at fish bone*
Mum: Anything?
Me: Ey the fish is very nice and iwenttopulauubintoday and the soup is abit salty tonight.

Thank heavens! I didn't get scolded or anything. She just told me not to do this sort of thing ever again HAHA.

And yeah, she did mention something about me being nuts. ><

2008-10-19T17:53:00.005+08:00

THIS IS HAPPY WEEK.

I don't think you've forgotten my FAIL cookies yesterday.

But there's also a saying you shouldn't have forgotten as well.

"The harder you fall, the higher you bounce."

So this is to prove that though I trip alot, crash into things alot, do stupid things which make people laugh at me alot, remove shepherd's pie from the oven while forgetting to put on mittens, I DON'T BELONG TO FAIL BLOG! xD

SUCCESS ONE.

Compared to the first time I played on Wednesday when I couldn't even differentiate between Friend and Foe and I freaked out everytime I saw Terrorists shooting, I think I HAVE COME QUITE FAR. And I am still in the process of UN-NOOBING myself but come on lah I'm a girl, sucking at gaming is excusable. x) At least now I don't panic and go "SHEET SHEET THEY'RE COMING THEY'RE SHOOTING OMG OMG YEARGHHHH!!!!" while moving the mouse haphazardly! :)

SUCCESS TWO

YESTERDAY'S ~~PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES~~ DUNG SPLATS

TODAY'S PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES

I have a feeling yesterday's failure could be attributed to the lack of a proper weighing balance. Yesterday I got so desperate I even tried using the weighing machine, hoping for a miracle, but of course it didn't register 125 grams. Not to mention that I looked like an idiot. >< So today, I dropped by Holland V's Phoon Huat to get a proper weighing balance. Oh, the great lengths I go to fulfil my baking dreams!

Firstly, I was covered in white paint splatters because I had been painting an old lady's house before.

Secondly, it was RAINING and my umbrella, obviously, wasn't big enough for me to keep me dry. ><

Then, while I was at the traffic light junction, a taxi drove through the huge puddle and I got SPLASHED.

The Green Man started flashing and I tried to leap over the huge puddle but somehow somewhere this CAR turned in and I had no idea whether I could walk ahead or not, so I ended up standing right smack in the middle of the puddle, with the dirty rushing water swirling around my ankles (seriously, drainage needs working on.) But somehow I found this really funny and started laughing to myself while standing there on the road.

So today, with precise MEASUREMENTS and THE ADDITION OF AN EGG, I managed to pull off, with great success, amazing PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES!!!! So yes I tripped when I was holding the flour, lost control of the electric mixer and dropped the peanut butter. But LOOK AT MY PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES!!!

I placed one and a half peanut butter cookies on the picture. HARD TO TELL THE DIFFERENCE RIGHT! Mine is the one on the left! GOT PATTERN ONE. And the most prominent cross-sectioned one is mine too! :D

I is still Engrish Fale, but I is welly happie. :))))))

2008-10-18T23:14:00.009+08:00

And So We Have...

Mrs.Fields

Betty Crocker (Okay this is scary it looks like the picture you find on the niche in the columbariam but LET'S THINK COOKIES AND CHOCOLATE CHIPS AND CALORIES, GUYS)

AND............

BELLY CROCKER!!!!

"Belly" because I'm IsaBEL, so you know, "Belly" would be an appropriate extension of my name. ~~And yes I know I have a flabby belly too but let's just forget about that now, shall we :P~~

So as some of you may know, my ambition is to be a HOUSEWIFE (Yes seriously. I can cook, I can clean, and I have SHOULDER MASSAGE SKILLZZZZ.) But the ONE THING that was impeding me from achieving my ultimate dream of housewifery was my fundamental LACK OF AN OVEN (aside from the teesy-weensy problem of me not actually having a husband, but er ah SMALL MATTER, SMALL MATTER.)

So today I went out.
And I bought an oven.
For 69 bucks!

WOOHOOOOOO!!!! I am THIS MUCH CLOSER to becoming a housewife now!

In all my fervent excitement I went to the library and borrowed a book called "500 Cookies" by Philippa Vanstone (who shall henceforth be known as Cookie Queen until I usurp her position), before walking over to Phoon Huat to get the ingredients to make...

PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES!!!!

Warm. Crumbly. Moist. Don't they look great? xD Well, I'd actually be alot happier if those cookies were actually made by ME. But no, they were photographed from the Magical Book.

I started my cookie-ing of peanut butter at 8.p.m. with great enthusiasm. This great enthusiasm, however, was dampened when I realized that I did not have a weighing balance. So I ended up tikam-ing like how I do with my MCQs (15/30 for Bio, anyone?). And put the dough in the freezer instead of the refrigerator so that it could chill faster because I wanted to sleep early.

I had high hopes, really! Because none of my food-creating endeavours have ever failed! I have done Strawberry Honey Cream Parfaits, Oreo Cheesecake, Apple Crumble, Shepherd's Pie, Quiche Lorraine, Chocolate Peanut Butter Truffles, Peanut Butter Cornflake Truffles, and whatnot. And if I ever failed (like that caved in chocolate cake which eventually turned into a giant cake-donut because we just removed the caved in centre), there was always Beulah to blame. :P (High five, Chlo and Jo!) So this time, with all my new baking equipment, I was expecting to emerge with wonderful cookies that everyone would be scrambling for.

BATCH ONE.

- I didn't separate the dough out enough
- The cookies were expanding at the same rate my waistline does
- Instead of 6 individual cookies it was looking like a screwed-up six-pack
- The oven kept switching on and off by itself (monster oven, shall pray over it)
- The dough seemed to be melting instead of turning into cookie-like objects
- I increased the temperature to 50 degrees
- After ten seconds,
- Everything became black.

In the small pocket of time, it was amazing to see how light brown morphed into black. And I only had my back turned for awhile. The moment I looked back to check on my "cookies," the walls shook with the reverberation of loud "YEARGHHHHHHH CHAOTA CHAOTA HALPPPPPPP" followed by a "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."

Batch Two.
- The cookies were spaced out better
- The dough started spreading out like a freakin epidemic
- The dough melted and started BUBBLING

Batch Three.
- The dough kept deflating and inflating.
- The cookies kept crumbling everytime I touched them.
- Likewise, my heart was slowly breaking into millions of pieces.
- The cookies strangely resembled fresh dung after being trampled on by elephants.
- I read the recipe again.
- "Oh shit. I forgot to add in the eggs."

Eggs. EGGS. Major ingredient! According to Cookie Queen, eggs "enrich cookie mixtures and bind ingredients together." That would explain why my baking attempt today encapsulated the phrase "And that's how the cookie crumbles" perfectly well.

Sigh. There goes my virgin attempt at cookie-creation. But it's okay. I WILL TRY AGAIN TOMORROW. Because Izzy NEVER gives up (except on diet plans and 2.4km runs and Physics and Bio and Chem)!

izzy says:
they are tasty crumbs!
izzy says:
if those crumbs could magically be adhesived together into a cookie
izzy says:
it'd be a pretty damn good cookie :P
samuel says:
the word is adhered ><

So as if it's not enough that I can't bake a decent peanut butter cookie, now I is Engrish Fale.

But that aside...

Anyone up for peanut butter cookie crumbs? D:

(Tis the test of true friendship.)

2008-10-18T10:57:00.004+08:00

izzy says:
wouldn't life seem unfair?
Winston says:
LIFE IS UNFAIR
izzy says:
I'm sure we pay back in different ways
izzy says:
for you, you have sucky eq :P
Winston says:
lol
Winston says:
yes
izzy says:
for me
izzy says:
i am fat
Winston says:
and for you, you are abundantly talented in fats
izzy says:
HAHAHAHAHA
Winston says:
I KNEW IT HAHAHA

I don't understand the way God works sometimes. And I'm in a position where it's alot easier to accept it. But I accept it, nonetheless, and I hope to do so without much guilt. And I am extremely grateful.

Anyway, Beu and I were on the MRT that day and I noticed this Caucasian woman boarding.

Me: *whispers* Ey ey she's quite pretty!
Beu: *beams* Really? Thanks Izzy!!! :D :D :D
Me: *pause* Eh I was talking about the woman, not you.

Apparently she mishead my "she" for a "you" HAHAHA. Poor thing. x)

2008-10-07T21:12:00.004+08:00

The Bells of Freedom ring! :D

I have effectively managed to squeeze a week's worth of activities into 2 days, and this is the first time I'm on home ground since exam morning. It feels bloody great, to say the least! :D

Ice-skating with the class! I thought I might've been able to make it without falling (while making other ppl fall :P ) but my dreams crashed (literally) when I was trying to take revenge after getting ice thrown on my face. D: And my tactic of Intimidation-By-Charging backfired miserably when I ended up smashing my face against the plastic panel. But that's okay, there were alot more embarrassing falls courtesy of other people, but I'll be nice and not mention them. ;) And, I sincerely apologize for the back I almost broke, and to the person whose back almost got broken. ><

Stuffing-Our-Faces-Like-Pigs at Sakae Sushi came soon after, and I beat my previous record of 17 plates and clocked in 22! Right now I'm just standing by the door, welcoming Lard's arrival. And oh, Lipid and Cellulite might be dropping by for a visit too. :)

This is something that Cel never lets me forget, but two years ago, six of us was eating fried tofu at Heeren's Sakae, and she did something stupid, and it was so hilarious that abit of tofu came spewing out of my mouth (but thank God, I was finishing the tofu by then so it was just a little bit). But, problem was, the little bit that there was, flew straight to her right cheek. Thank God I was out of arm's reach, because I almost got murdered for that. This time, I (or perhaps, my companions) wasn't so lucky. I had stuffed a good half of the tofu into my mouth and had barely even chewed properly when Zi Yang insulted me (yah yah, his fault, his fault!) And I have no idea what happened, but somehow I ended up choking on my tofu and the lot just came spewing out of my mouth, flying in all directions, and landing up on:

(a) Ivan's bag
(b) Tim's shoes
(c) My sleeve
(d) The table
(e) The floor

I WAS SUPPOSED TO REFORM AND BECOME MORE DEMURE. (This endeavour started in P5, fyi)

Goodbye, dignity. Drop by for a visit some day?

Right after the buffet, I had to orchestrate a kidnap attempt of Beu as part of the TOFUs (Twelve OF Us'. How ironic. It seems I have a strange affinity with soy bean products.) belated birthday surprise for her. The button on my jeans seemed like it was ready to pop any minute but I had to soldier on. Communicating with Chlo was kept discreet.

Me: Do you have a blindfold?
Chlo: No I only have a blue shirt!
Me: Screw it. Improvise, improvise!

On the ground floor, Beu and I were walking in the direction of the taxi stand, and Chlo informed me that she was coming from behind, so I had to make sure that Beu kept her eyes forward all the time while she crept up with a shirt as a faux-blindfold (improvisation, improvisation!) I could feel Chlo coming very close, and for some reason, Beu was about to turn behind, so as a last resort...

Me: *points forward excitedly* LOOK! UOB!!!!
Beu: Wha-

All it took was that split-second, and Chlo used the shirt to cover her eyes, and Beu emitted this giant SCREAM which must have reverberated throughout the whole of Marina Square, seriously. And for the next 20 steps which led us to the taxi stand she kept screaming "HELP ME!!!! HELP ME!!! IZZY HELP ME!!!! SAVE MEEEE!!!!" which attracted alot of mortified stares from shoppers, but we were past caring. We dragged her all the way to the taxi stand but forgot to warn her of the curb, so she tripped and almost fell flat on her face but we managed to catch her in time. By this point I was laughing so hard I almost peed in my pants (all that sushi pressing on my bladder must've contributed to this). We bundled her into the cab and discreetly gave the very appalled cab driver instructions to take us to Joe's house, where everyone else was waiting.

The 20 minutes of travelling was torture, both for us and her. Beu kept trying to feel us up to find out who we were (she knew I was there but she didn't know about Chlo), and she kept trying to peek through the shirt so I just pulled my pullover over her head, Al-Qaeda style. But she kept talking, asking for a hole to breathe, and embarrassing herself.

Beu: I SAW A FLASH! I saw a camera flash! What're you taking pictures for?!
Me: It's ransom, we're going to circulate your nude pictures.
Beu: BUT NOBODY HAS EVER SEEN ME NUDE BEFORE!!!!!

After seeing the cab driver's mortified glance at us through the rearview mirror, our stomach muscles went through hell as I tried stifling my laughter.

And for the whole journey the woman just kept talking and talking and fidgeting and struggling, it took so much energy to subdue her. When I finally couldn't tahan anymore, I used my Channel-8-drama-knowledge to force her to behave.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

At Joe's house, we had to carry her all the way to the poolside, and ohmygod BEU HAS PUT ON WEIGHT. Coupled with all her struggling, we had to put her down a few times because we were dying. The original plan was to put her on a giant float and push her to the middle of the pool, but since no one had a giant float, we had to IMPROVISE and use Joe's washing basin. ><

It wasn't very successful. She sank like a rock.

But overall, the surprise went very well, all the hijinks and screams and madcap laughter. And in the second installment of the "Izzy-gets-her-facial-features-rearranged" series, it was turning dark and I was looking for my belongings by the poolside and was told that it was in the house. Separating the poolside and the living room was a glass door (now we all see where this is going, don't we?) In my haste to get back into the house to look for my stuff, the possibility that the glass door could have been CLOSED didn't occur to me, and Joe must really keep her glass door very clean, because it didn't look like it EXISTED. I ran right smack into the door, my folly accompanied by a huge epic BAMMMMM!!!!!

Joe: OHMYGOD, IZZYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!
Syl, Yam, Jia: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!

I actually saw coloured dots and felt woozy in the aftermath, and thank God I keep my face clean, if not there'll be a huge patch of oil on her wonderful pristine glass door. Honestly, I do alot of stupid things in my lifetime, but running into a glass door ranks pretty high up on that list.

And yes, the glass door is still there. It did not break. ><

Indulged in comfort food after that, namely KFC chicken, coleslaw and NYDC cheesecake. Felt like dying after that, especially with all the action and drama that transpired before. And as if I don't get reminded about my, ahem, WEIGHTY issues enough... :P

Beu: OH Izzy almost broke the back of this guy in our class!
Adele: HAHAHAHA! What did she do? Make him piggyback her?!

2008-10-05T19:28:00.004+08:00

ALARMINGNESS.

I look like an old hag!!!!!

Ping and I were walking happily along at Novena Square when we got stopped by this Young Caucasian Woman from the "Dead Sea Body" booth. I can't remember the exact name, but I know there was a "Dead Sea" somewhere. Now the only thing I know about the Dead Sea is that it's probably the only body of water in which I won't sink in.

Young Caucasian Woman (YCW) : Stick out your hands!!!

Internal Monologue: A WOMAN WITH A STRANGE ACCENT IS ASKING FOR MY FINGERS! YEARGH!

Me: *panicked* Huh?!
Ping: *stares with wide curious googly eyes*
YCW: No worry, show me your hand, yes show me, show me, yes...

Internal Monologue: Ping's not gonna comply. I have to be the sacrificial lamb.

I stuck out my ten fingers, hoping that Dead Sea body products weren't from China, then realizing that that was a very stupid thing to think. She immediately put a kind of soft spongy device against the nail of my middle finger and started rubbing frantically. At this point, Ping may have said "Holy Shit," but I was way too bewildered to tell.

YCW: *rubbing frantically* So, how old you?
Me: Er, 17...
YCW: *rubbing slows marginally* Oh... You're too young, this a leetle expensive for 17 year old, I thought you no 17...

Internal Monologue: THANKS AH, I actually feel quite bad that you've been rubbing my middle finger for the past minute, you could stop now?

YCW: *still rubbing frantically* Now... *Lifts her eyes to fix me with the kind of look that people give before they're about to reveal that you've been selected to be on Extreme Makeover*

Internal Monologue: Okay izzy is getting scared.

YCW: *theatrical* Are you ready to be amazed?
Me: *gulp* Alright! *cringes upon realizing that I was trying to sound chirpy and amazed but ended up sounding like an absolutely fail Hannah Montana fan*

She stops rubbing frantically, and lo and behold, the nail of my middle finger, is SHINY.

Internal Monologue: What the?!?!

Me: WOW! *come on lah, she tried so hard >< * I'm sorry, this is cool, but it's too expensive, I'm only seventeen. *65 freakin bucks! That's THREE sushi buffets!*

And so Ping and I left, feeling rather amused by my now-shiny middle finger. And only just 50 steps away when I was at Novena MRT station, a man from Standard Chartered bank approached me.

Middle-aged Chinese Man (MCM): Hi could you spare me five minutes...

Internal Monologue: I'm not spending any money on anything other than food, STOP SELLING ME INEDIBLE STUFF!!!!

Me: I'm sorry, the train is coming!
MCM: I'm not trying to sell you anything, if you could just spare me some time Miss, I would like you recommend you a savings account...
Me: I'm sorry, I'm 17!
MCM: Oh. You're not eligible then, I'm sorry, you didn't look 17...

Internal Monologue: Ohmygosh, I'm an old hag. D:

Ohmygosh, I'm an old hag. D:

2008-10-03T19:39:00.006+08:00

Okay this post was supposed to be up long ago but I never got the time to take pictures and upload, so just pretend that you are reading this BEFORE I took the History paper. :)

THE HISTORY PAPER WILL KICK MY ASS [PART TWO]

The History Teacher has fun with my DBQ...

Yes. I didn't know we were supposed to hand it in. ><

Very evidently so. D: But let me assure you, I only write like a guy under conditions of stress and and anxiety! It usually is legible. :)

And the height of my words won't be taking up two whole lines.

2008-10-03T01:26:00.005+08:00

Mein Kampf

I am very excite! It is now 2am, and I finished Unit 5 and Option G for Bio an hour ahead of schedule! I started work at 8pm and for this 6 hours I have managed to accomplish both of that! Well effectively I left out all the other 4 units which encompasses like what, 15 chapters? Not sure. But I've learnt some of those a couple of weeks back (I STUDIED.) so I hope and I pray that I remember.

It is now 2.15am, and this will be the last late night that I am having this year because of exams! :D (Barring the re-exams if I get into concentration camp, of course, and that seems scaringly imminent) I've never been in such a bad state for the exams before, I'm usually very unprepared but this time it was to an extent that it wasn't even funny anymore and I was having panic attacks the night before History because of grossly insufficient knowledge and preparation. I had been concentrating on Econs (to no avail, as I eventually realized)! I've been really quite lazy with exam preps, but at least I cared enough to start getting anxious the night before. :)

Tomorrow I won't be officially FREE because there's still the Math paper, but aiyah I feel liberated enough already. Late nights are quite interesting when you're not alone and helpless!

lloydsho - __ says:
im living life without alarm clock
lloydsho - __ says:
that mechanical satan
lloydsho - __ says:
its as unnatural as homosexuality!

And also, I was able to finish at 2am instead of 3am today despite being greatly greatly sleepy because of friends who were along with me in this silly struggle (Mari you are my new chionging buddy HAHAA) and the friend who, despite being damn sleepy and having endured a brain-burning HL math paper, was staying up to wait for me to finish and make sure I don't slack or start getting distracted! The guilt was enough to make me concentrate, really. Hahaha.

Coffee tomorrow, and even if I make a royal mess out of the paper, I will still be happy because the end is, finally, within reach! :D

Goodnight, world!

2008-10-01T15:53:00.000+08:00

Isabel,

Needs Saving.

2008-09-30T19:04:00.002+08:00

THE HISTORY PAPER WILL KICK MY ASS [PART ONE]

izzy says:
today and tomorrow will be devoted to history alone
Winston says:
bounce ideas off me! and my tummy!
Winston says:
so i can learn without having to read the notes haha
izzy says:
hahaha
izzy says:
what do you mean bounce ideas off you?
izzy says:
i'm useless, i can only memorize
Winston says:
just type in what you think and observations lor
Winston says:
orh
Winston says:
haha
Winston says:
you dumbass!!!
izzy says:
okay
izzy says:
i think that hitler is very mean

Winston says:
HAHAHA
Winston says:
okay
Winston says:
i didnt know that leh
Winston says:
what did he do? eat your food?
izzy says:
he ate the jews food
Winston says:
orh
Winston says:
no wonder darling beu was hungry

2008-09-29T17:37:00.003+08:00

Rushing and racing
and running in circles
Moving so fast, I'm forgetting my purpose
Blur of the traffic is sending me spinning
Getting nowhere

Sometimes I fear that I might dissapear
In the blur of fast forward I falter again
Forgetting to breathe, I need to sleep
Getting nowhere

This is by no means an emo post! I guess it took this hard hard crash today for Lit and Econs to make me wonder, "Who am I studying for?" I hope I don't lose sight of God amidst all this clutter. It's no joke taking a Lit paper when you have never read the text before. :P And while I was doing Econs that familiar feeling of helplessness and hopelessness which was all too familiar in my upper sec years just came back to me. But it's okay.

CHIN UP, CHEST OUT, BUTT OUT, I WILL MOVE ON! :)

2008-09-27T14:56:00.003+08:00

break me out.

2008-09-26T22:45:00.006+08:00

I don't dare to comment on History paper one! I was feeling relieved cos it's the first DBQ I actually COMPLETED in time haha but while we were discussing answers I realized there are alot of things I should be worried about. :P But it's okay, will move ahead.

There was a big bug right next to the leg of my chair. I squashed it with the paper used to stabilize the table. It remained squashed for the duration of the entire paper. I hope someone clears it. :S

Today at the library I had a one-way ticket to slumberland while reading the summarized summary of Huck Finn and JUST at that moment I got a message from Raina for dinner and some chill-out time. It was just the thing I needed man, it kept me going for another half an hour! Hahahaha we sneaked food in and watched MAMMA MIA although both of us didn't really know what the storyline was. And it sapped up a good 10 bucks from my allowance but it was WORTH IT! I swear, the weirdest things happen every time Rai and I watch a movie.

When we watched Rule #1 the last time, I somehow or another managed to sneak Mr. Bean's soya ice cream in. :S It was messy. >< And I was groping for the drink-cup holder for a full minute (freaking Rai out in the process, cos she must've thought I was trying to molest her) before realizing that we were sharing COUPLE SEATS. Urgh. It was a bad idea watching a horror movie while eating ice cream off a cone, because when I got a big scare towards the end of the movie, the ice cream ended up transferring from the cone onto my face. -.-

This time, there came a very happy and cool twist towards the end of the movie which NO ONE WAS EXPECTING (okay so maybe it was just me). And it was such an awesome and joyous moment, with bagpipes and happy drum beats and everything, it warranted cheering and whooping and clapping! But all the audience members were so STONED, they just sat there smiling in their seats! Rai and I weren't gonna let a sedate audience ruin our happy movie experience, so we just did all three. :P Even though we were the only ones. ><

And there came this point in the movie when the guy beside Rai started singing along softly to one of the songs. And he was completely out of tune, I couldn't help it, I just burst out laughing. And God knows, I can't control the volume of my laughter. >< It wasn't a funny scene, and I was the only one in the whole bloody place laughing my ass off. I could feel Rai sinking lower in her seat, trying to dodge the stares. D: By the time I realized I was embarrassing myself, it was too late.

[yibin] Tw. [̲̅ə̲̅٨̲̅٥̲̅٦̲̅] says:
sigh i don have the luxury to go to the movies =(
izzy says:
actually i don't too
izzy says:
but screw it

Crabsticks.

2008-09-25T23:16:00.005+08:00

This whole exam business is weird.

And I feel rather... Detached, from it all. Like I don't have the motivation to go all out, yet I don't have the courage to not bother at all.

But ohwell, hasn't it been this way for the past four years? :P

No major screw-ups yet, but something went wrong for every single paper HAHAHA. Ohwell, I'll just take it as it comes, after all I'm used to getting disgusting marks after my upper sec years. I will suck it in, and I will survive. :)

2008-09-21T22:30:00.001+08:00

samuel says:
eh we'er afked la
samuel says:
con camp then how ah
izzy says:
okay let's be econs buddies
izzy says:
do you have an econs buddy?
izzy says:
we can talk econs
izzy says:
we can BREATHE econs
izzy says:
I CAN EAT ECONS

I PANIC.

2008-09-21T21:44:00.002+08:00

Presenting...

THE TAMAGOCHI PEN.

It's pink.
It's girly.
There are golden swirls on it.
At the tip is a little dog with a ribbon on her head.
It was a birthday present from the very-well-intentioned Becky, who thought that me:

(a) Feeding my virtual pet with apples and
(b) Cleaning up the by-product resulting from the vast amount of dietary fibre provided,

Would be a better idea than me harrassing Beu when I was bored in class.

Sounds like such a good plan on pen and paper! Much like all my exciting adventurous plans, which somehow turn awry. I seem to remember:

(a) The last time I tried to cook at Becky's house, I ended up spoiling her stove because I pulled the whole knob off.
(b) A six-year-old me was trying to become more motherly, so I tried carrying one of the nursery kids from the kindergarten. I dropped him. Need I say more? :S
(c) Me trying to catch tadpoles by the school pond and falling the water. ><
(d) Me aspiring to become athletic and sporty, and Fang, Crys and Serene laughing their asses off (I SAW TEARS SQUEEZE OUT OF THEIR EYES) for 10 full minutes after I told them about my wonderful aspirations.
(e) My diet plans. 'Nuff said.

But behind the pink and golden swirly girly facade lies a MONSTER.

First, it gets me into trouble in Bio class.

Madam: So you have the prokaryotic and the-

*The song "Lullaby" starts playing. POLYPHONIC, no less.*

Internal Monologue: OH SHIT.

*Students look around class in confusion. There are no 'buts' about it. That ring-tone either belongs to someone who's cool enough to set a lameass-ringtone trend by being a weirdo, or that person is plain just a weirdo.*

Madam: WHAT is that?

Internal Monologue: OH SHIT.

Me: Er Madam I'm sorry, it's a... um... Tamagochi pen, my friend got it for me for my birthday.

Class: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA

Madam: A what?! Come here, let me see!

And all was well again.

Apart from my reputation as "girl-with-pink-tamagochi-pen" now.

BUT THAT'S NOT ALL.

After having the guys look at it and snigger with a strange look in their eyes, and hearing them go "FAIL, FAIL....." I KNEW there was more to it than meets the eye. So, I decided to uncover the mystery behind the Monstrous Tamagochi Pen.

izzy says:
why do you say that my tamagochi pen is fail?
XXX (Name withheld by request) says:
AHAHA..
XXX says:
why so random?
izzy says:
because i'm going to blog about it
XXX says:
HAHAHA.. wad is a recurring theme in failblog?
XXX says:
haha.. the something looks like a _ _ _ _ _
izzy says:
o.O
izzy says:
does that word start with a p and eye-rhyme with tennis?

I CAN NEVER LOOK AT THE JOYSTICK AT THE TIP THE SAME WAY AGAIN.

2008-09-18T22:39:00.007+08:00

BECKY says:
happy birthday you moronic ass

THANKS AH.

The Super Special Seventeenth

2008-09-18T22:39:00.006+08:00

Cel: We really miss you alot Izzy, we miss the days that you went to the toilet...
Joe: WHEN YOU PEED!
Cel & Syl: HAHAHAHAHA in class?!?!
Joe: SHE DID?!
Cel: No no no HAHAH only in kindergarten!
Joe: Oh okay only in kindergarten. But we wish you peed in Secondary school!
Cel: It would've been funnier.

IT WAS BECAUSE THE TEACHER DIDN'T ALLOW ME TO GO TO THE TOILET EVEN THOUGH MY BLADDER WAS FULL.

Chloe: The 17th birthday is time for embarrassing moments so I'm sorry but, deal with it!
Beu: Yeah, ALL YOUR DIRTY LAUNDRY OUT, NO PUN INTENDED! EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!

Today was really the most fantastic birthday of my life, and just thinking about it makes me smile. :) From ;) at 12 midnight to the messages, wishes, hugs, handshakes, pats-on-the-back, cards, letters, cakes, roses, presents, muffins, "today-I-won't-insult-you-cos-it's-your-birthday (LIES. LIES!) and most unforgettably, the VIDEOOOO. When I came into class with Sir and Madam informing me that I was late for a briefing on promotional criteria, I never expected to sit down and suddenly hear the horrendous cover of "Come What May" that Becky and I did as part of a compilation CD for Valentines Day last year. The horror! THE HORRORS! What followed was a good 8 minutes of... What made me feel like laughing and crying at the same time. The mad choreography and insane hair-tossing and the wonderful speeches and all. And their madcapness was displayed for the whole class to see, my goodness, but such extraordinary thick-skinnedness was what made all of us so shameless, wasn't it? :)

And a few hours later, after school, apparently a few sweaty girls were seen running amok across the 4th level in a bid to get to .14 before I could get back from the toilet. It was really heartwarming having the girls come down, and it was great seeing them again after so long. :) Just for a fleeting moment, it felt like I was back at MG again haha. I will hold on to the precious memories of the past, and cherish the ones that are being created now!

Dinner with the cell girls was awesome, but really, we are damn embarrassing. HAHAHA. :P

And when I got back home, all the lights were off. I was wondering if this was Mum's latest bid to save electricity, or if there was a blackout, or if there was in fact a rapist-cum-murderer lurking beneath the dark shadows of my refrigerator. Then I got surprised with another cake from Mum, which really made my insides go all warm and fuzzy. :)

Today has been amazing, and I won't stop wondering how undeserving I am of such great friends who constantly got my back. I should never again ponder over the state of my friendships, because really, I have more than I ever ever could hope for. Thank you all for the wishes, blog shoutouts, gifts, smses, cards, calls, promises not to insult me today (which never were fulfilled), and most importantly, thank you all for your heart, and I'm honoured that I mattered enough for you to drop a note or even a simple "happy birthday". I'm grateful for an awesome class that cares for you and for awesome form teachers that get you cake and flowers. I felt really loved today! :)

Girls, sweaty after running amok. (I'm wonderfully dry and fragrant) :P

I'm glad we weren't chased out of the Cafe!

Always. ALWAYS. Hahahaha it was really embarassing to be seen lugging this around town. And even worse, on the MRT back home, I was standing just a few inches opposite a nun, in full-robed splendour no less. ><

2008-09-16T00:32:00.003+08:00

I just got off the phone with Becky after needing to rant about stuff, and boy do I feel a wholeee lot better! I've not laughed quite as hard in a long long time! And when the phone goes from full batt to only 1 bar left, you know it's a good conversation heh. It's quite amazing, we've met up less than 5 times this year I think? Yet our friendship continues from where we left off, as if there was never this silly little gap called JC. :) Ohwell, was reminiscing, and I went back to her old blog and dug up all this old stuff that really put a huge beam on my face. :)

Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Went to Jo's house with Izzy, Celine and Nana.
Her house is like woooaahhh.
Me, izzy and Celine went swimming in her pool, which was glorious in the nice warm afternoon sun.
Went tanning on this random platform for awhile.
Izzy is the most hilarious woman on this Earth,
she floats like a drowning mosquito,
gets out of the pool like a killer whale.
She made us play Mr. Shark with her.
Highly retarded.
I felt really tired because izzy kept trying to drown me.
Anyway we took this really retarded video of us doing stupid crap.
I look like i am dying and
Izzy laughs like a hysterical woman.
Nana, was totally lost for words.

Saturday, September 30, 2006
I remembered a few strange and random things that happened yesterday.

1. When Izzy walked over my sensor for the gate, the gate opened.
It usually only automatically opens the gate when a car rolls over it.
Me and Jia tried jumping on it but it still did not work.
I do hope she did not spoil my gate sensor.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007
'I dislocated my hip'
'???'
'You know you leg is like a ball in a socket, it came out.'
'Where did it roll to? How did he find it to put it back?'

A typical conversation with Joelle.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Sweet 16, totallyfunky.
Today I woke up feeling not very different from 15,
but its cool, I have walked this Earth for 16 years.
Every single day a blessing.

Anyway Izzy sat on me outside the toilet on our 2nd excursion during Bio.
It was so painful and she smashed the retard dustbin lid in my face.
A noteable event before that was Izzy using Chloe's USED oil blotter to blot her face.

I had a really great lunch with Izzy, Chloe and Raina. Sitting around and just laughing at free bread and all sorts of strange things.

Anyway Izzy is one scary woman She just scares me to my wits end. But how boring life would be without her around.

Monday, May 08, 2006
The thing I will miss most about MG is Chapel and 3s
Thank God that I can start the week really well by praising God and all.
Along with 3s this whole bunch of people who love God so much,
that it is so evident.
Even though they are all insanely smart
thus making 3s the freakiest, most hardworking class in the universe.
I am still thankful. really thankful

Friday, August 18, 2006
I AM NOT LESBIAN OR BUTCH.
This is just the result of too much studying
& Adele is just socially deprived. Seriously.
Adele: If I am not married by 40, I will force you to get a sex change or I will KILL YOU.
Me: Your nuts (resumes eating tamtam)

Sunday, September 03, 2006
CelineBeulahIzzy Party was so hilarious.
I tell you I love all those people so much.
They are like bras always supporting you HAHAHA

--------------------------------------------------

And that, I guess, is the real me. And I do miss it, haha.

But ohwell, I know I have all the bras that'll support me. (This must be read with reference to two stanzas above, and NOT BE TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT!) And not just ANY bra.

Underwire. ;)

2008-09-15T16:17:00.001+08:00

Oh incidentally, Isabel...

Aren't you supposed to be studying?

2008-09-14T20:46:00.002+08:00

Today set me thinking.

Sometimes I'm so self-sufficient, and yet I know I need people, and I'm also not afraid of showing that.

Maybe it's the single-child syndrome. I get used to independence?

About the balance in friendships, and whether it's skewed because I listen too much, but don't share as much. Like the dead sea, it keeps on taking, it never gives. But I do give- Maybe just not enough? Or maybe I'm just so simple and open that there's really nothing much to share.

I have a good number of good friends, about 10-15, and I do invest a part of myself in these friendships. But do I trust them implicitly? And why is it that I trust people so easily sometimes it might be deemed foolish, and yet sometimes I'm so guarded that I don't allow more than one person to get access?

But ohwell! This isn't emo-ing hahaha I was just triggered to ponder over it. Maybe one day I'll better understand myself, and people can understand me better too. After all, I'm a simple girl at heart. And I'm very friendly and harmless even though Becky is of the impression that I should come with a "Danger" sign whenever I become the real unadulterated IZZY, and Chlo says that I'm insane when I'm in my comfort zone. Nothing changes, maybe I'm just a more little self-aware, it won't affect me. :)

2008-09-12T23:27:00.003+08:00

Because cryptic posts can barely be understood...

1. Aluminium Foil over Cling Wrap, please?

2. Sometimes we just keep digging anyway.

3. The Afters: "I Wish We All Could Win"

2008-09-08T22:34:00.009+08:00

Oh no Ma, not enough time! D:

I am feeling the HEAT, and considering that the only time I can be hot is during a famine, this is serious business! I NEED A MONSTER MUGGER MODE. Judging by the rate at which I'm going, I'm never gonna finish my syllabus on time, and I can leave out chunks and chapters as I usually do but after taking so many chances, my fingers are gonna get burnt some day, and this wouldn't be a good time for it to happen. :S

I'm trying to increase my proclivity for studying. And I might be getting there! The butt DOES plop on the work chair, but not long enough. You know that the mugger in you hasn't germinated when after a maximum 20 minute attention span, you:

(a) Get up and walk down and up the stairs again for no particular reason at all (No, weight loss isn't one of them, but it could work!)

(b) Bury yourself under the comforter and pillows and have an ~~15-minute~~ hour-long shut-eye. D:

(c) Check your email for the 4th time in an hour.

(c) Get up and do the randomest things like:
- Emptying the dustbin and taking out the trash
- Chopping onions
- Bursting out in a Miss Saigon number :S (Yes it scares me too.)
- Call random friends and say the characteristic 7 words: __*insert name here*__ , I DON'T WANT TO STUDY ANYMOREEEEEEE!!!"

But, I will survive, I will! In any case, you won't find my mangled body on the tracks of Bishan MRT.

I'll just jump off a building. :)

HAHAHAHAHA I'm kidding I'm kidding. In any case, here's a happy song to cheer you up if the pre-exam blues have gotten you down! :) I don't care how much the weird bull-frogish instrument makes farting sounds and I don't care how gay this song is, it's cuter than small chubby Caucasian boys with big eyes (No I'm not a paedo either, they're just really cute!) And no I'm not in love, but the lyrics are just too cute. :)

Every time I go to bed I dream of you
Every time I eat ice cream it reminds me of you
Every time I sit on a bench to pass the time
All I can do is think of you

2008-09-07T20:35:00.004+08:00

Me: I studied 2 chapters of Bio! (There are 20 chaps)
Insane Boy X: That seems little. Haha. :)

*I pick up the phone and start to dial. Vicky picks up on the 3rd ring*

Me: VICKYYYY I DON'T WANT TO STUDY ANYMOREEEEEE!!!!!

2008-09-07T18:02:00.002+08:00

See, if ever I can't find anyone to marry, I can be one of those spinsters who live alone and have cats for company.

Except it won't be just ANY cat.

It'll be GARFIELD.

2008-09-06T00:16:00.001+08:00

izzy says:
i miss raiding your house for food
BECKY says:
hahahah!
BECKY says:
omg no wonder i always seem to have so much food now a days...

Oh, the good ol' days!

2008-09-03T13:35:00.001+08:00

Garfield:

My Hero.

2008-09-02T19:45:00.001+08:00

In times like these, I just sit back.

And sigh in envy.

2008-09-02T00:15:00.010+08:00

GLO For Youth!

I think it's pretty amazing how San conceptualized this, and actually brought it to shape by spearheading the whole thing. It was held at Fort Canning and everything - pretty big! Really proud of you dear! You were always destined for big things, heh heh. :)

It's been quite awhile since the 6 of us hung out haha (yes I know my fault I've been too busy!) but it's pretty incredible how we're still close despite all of us being in the same class only in Sec 1. We dropped by Carrefour to get food supplies and a picnic mat so that we could have a nice picnic instead of having to sit on garbage bags! :P And of course, they didn't allow me to choose the food myself cos they said they needed to have some REGULATOR, and so I got stuck with Cel. :P
At Carrefour:

Me: Let's buy CHICKEN!
Cel: THE WHOLE CHICKEN?!
Me: It's $6.20 for the whole thing, it's really worth it, they even BUTCHER it for us!
Cel: Fine fine, go order it, let's go get drinks!

5 minutes pass as we walk around the drinks aisle.

Cel: Soya bean milk, I want soya bean milk!
Me: WHAT?! That's so random!
Cel: Let's get marshmallows! I like soya bean milk, let's get soya bean milk!
Me: Okay okay... Ey our basket is damn empty, let's go get more food.
Cel: WHERE IS THE CHICKEN?!

*a pause, as both of us stare into the basket curiously*

Cel: DID YOU FORGET TO COLLECT IT?! IZZY, GO AND GET IT NOW! *starts hitting me with Nutrisoy*

See? I am abused.

Halfway Through the Concert:

Cel: Pass the marshmallows!
Me: This is retarded, we are eating MARSHMALLOWS and drinking SOYA BEAN MILK at a rock concert.
Cel: YOU ARE EATING A WHOLE HONEY GLAZED CHICKEN AT A ROCK CONCERT!
Me: WHO DRINKS NUTRISOY AT A ROCK CONCERT?!
Cel: YOU ARE EATING A WHOLE HONEY GLAZED CHICKEN AT A ROCK CONCERT!

Some things, they just never change.

Am lazy to send out pictures, so here they are. It was great seeing everyone again. Here's to the night! :)

/edit

OKAY I just read Cel's blog, and I QUOTE:

"Had an exciting time today with s6 (after about A YEAR, thanks to izzy's constant ponning of our two outings this year ) . Had a supermarket shopping escapade with izzy, the laugh till your sides hurt so badly kind of experience. Ah izzy, everytime i think im too masculine, i just have to look at you hahhahaha :D "

WHAT IS THIS BETRAYAL!

2008-08-29T01:52:00.003+08:00

It is 2am, and I AM DONE WITH HISTORY IA YAYYYY!!!! :D

Once again there were numerous topic changes to the point that I only got my question today after much stress and grief and loads of help from a few of you guys (thanks a bunch, really), when the IA is due tomorrow! Young children, procrastination kills, it really does. >< And so do Econs IAs and IOPs! I didn't think I'd be able to get any sleep tonight because I doubted my ability to do the IA properly but I HAVE TRIUMPHED! And I can squeeze in 4 hours of sleep. :)

And so I proudly announce that I am officially done with all the work due this term. :)

But alas. It's the last day of term 3. ><

Ohwell.

2008-08-28T00:52:00.005+08:00

It's an Econs IA. 750 words. Not a university research paper on the 11% increase in price of Thanksgiving meals because of an increase in price of turkey. To be exact, "The biggest contributor to the $4.16 rise was turkey, with a 16lb (7kg) bird having gone up $1.93 to $17.63."

People do a first draft for one article.

This is my third article. :(

My previous articles were fail. The first one was OUTDATED (It was published in 2005 and I thought we had an allowance of 10 years, but it's 6 months instead. Big difference indeed.) The second one, after handing up the first draft I decided that the article didn't make any sense to me and it was just plain weird. So tonight I commenced on my THIRD first draft, woo-hoo!

This better be the last time.

Evaluation was a pain in the butt though. A factor in the rise of price of turkey is the increase in price of turkey feed and the fuel to deliver them. So after a very productive brain-storming session with someone of very high intellectual ability, I have these choices.

1. Alternative feed. (Instead of corn, let's give them pencil shavings instead! Cost savings, cost savings!)

2. To save on fuel costs, scrape turkey delivery. Instead, TRAIN the turkeys to FLY to their respective locations! (Might not work though. 7kg birds might find it a little hard trying to lift themselves off the ground >< )

3. Reduce demand for turkey. Kill all who celebrate Thanksgiving!

I hope this draft is satisfactory! This better be the last time.

2008-08-17T17:31:00.003+08:00

Under the History Teacher's request...

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want — good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

Just post it as a tag!

I await with trepidation. :X

2008-08-15T23:33:00.006+08:00

The History Teacher: What's that stink?!

And in a split second, as usual, my happy-sabo radar immediately detected a chance to, yes, you guessed it: Sabo Beulah.

Me: OMG BEU YOU DISGUSTING GIRL!!!!!

It was AMAZING how everyone around us immediately leapt to their feet and ran/swiveled/clamoured/clawed to beyond a 2metre radius from the poor girl. And it was quite funny how she was just sitting there by herself yelping, "IT WASN'T ME!!! *vigourous hand movement* Really! It wasn't it wasn't! *vigourous head movement* IZZY I HATE YOU!!! *vigourous hand movement* Really really it wasn't me, I DIDN'T FART, I DIDN'T DO IT!!!!!!! *vigourous head movement*"

Teeheehee. xD

We went to Ikea after school because I needed to get a new swiveling chair for my study room. Three months ago the two of the six wheels of the chair gave way. Then two more. And then two more, until the swiveling chair could swivel no more. It indicated three things.

1. "Made-in-China" products are of dubious quality.
2. I've been treating it more like a vehicle to transport me from one side of the room to the other instead of a buttrest.
3. Prata consumption needs to come to a halt.

But that's not the point, because the main highlight was the abeusing of the fabeulous beulah. But before you come to her defence, it is imperative to know that I am a victim too. D: As if it wasn't enough that both of us were the oldest two playing around in the kiddy section of Level 2 Ikea (where all the tents and small stools and cool swings are) and were making more noise than a group of ah sohs haggling over the price of taugeh, she laughed at a 120-decibel level (ground-shaking, really) whenever I tumbled from the cool inflated cushion that I was trying to sit on. ~~Which was, very often.~~ And when I finally got my balance, she KICKED the cushion and I was sent sprawling on the floor, right before all these curious onlookers. In all the days of my life as an IB student, I have never been so thankful for wearing shorts under my skirt.

And while wandering around poking fun at random objects and generally being very itchy-hands, she came up to me with a giant bowl and asked me to put it over my head and parade it for a 15-metre distance. Of course I complied, especially since it meant that she owed me a dare. ~~Nevermind that the bowl kept slipping from my head and shoppers were looking at me as though I belonged someplace else, where there would be four padded walls and I'd be in a straightjacket.~~ Once I completed it, I looked around for inspiration and my eyes fell on a pot-bellied man who was holding something quite familiar in his right hand.

Me: Beu, go up to that man, and ask him, "Uncle, how much soup can this bowl store?"

With a substantial amount of whining and "Izzy, I'm scared! I'm scared! D: ", she finally decided that she did owe me one after all, and if she didn't fulfil her part of the dare, I was gonna make her do smth infinitely more embarrassing. :P So she mustered up courage, took a deep breath, and went up to him, while I hovered close by, suddenly having developed an overwhelming interest in fluorescent light bulbs.

Beu: Er er hi uncle, how much soup can this bowl store?
Man: O.o I'm sorry?
Beu: *nervous laughter* Er sorry, but how much soup can this bowl store?
Man: ...

And while I almost died from trying to hold my laughter in, there was a brief moment's pause in which the man looked at Beu with incredulity, almost sympathy.

"I'm sorry, but this isn't a bowl...

It's a helmet."

Teeheehee. xD

2008-08-15T00:31:00.003+08:00

Today wasn't just any normal mundane school day. It reminded me of what happened barely just a month ago. And how it got me down for a good couple of weeks, and how I felt so tired I believed I couldn't fight on anymore. But then God gave me the sign that I needed in order to set my heart on letting go. And when I let go of the thread of hope that was leaving the clutter uncleared, I managed to get past this speedbump (with truckloads of help from God and you two, of course). And even though it's inevitable that I'm not able to erase it entirely, I know that that'd be impossible, and yeah it's written down in The Chronicles Of Izzy anyway, so I'm content with just closing that chapter of my life. :)

Because Izzy is meant to be a happy girl! :) And no one likes reading emo blogposts. :P

2008-08-10T22:43:00.001+08:00

My stomach hurts.

There is too much wind in my tummy.

I think I've been playing too long on the harmonica.

2008-08-10T16:22:00.006+08:00

For Broken Ears - Chuck Ragan

ROW ROW ROW YOUR BOAT,

GENTLY DOWN THE STREAM.

MERRILY MERRILY MERRILY MERRILY,

LIFE IS BUT A DREAMMMM.....

I remember 6 years ago, I wanted to learn a new instrument, and I chose to learn how to play the guitar cos it was affordable, and at that time, not many people, especially girls, knew how to play it. But now, EVERYONE knows how to play the guitar! And granted, I'm not even close to mastering any of them, but it's always exciting to learn something new, and I think I'm in need of some excitement in my life.

SO! I present!

THE HARMONICA!!!!

(this was koped off the net; my camera is still in the midst of repair cos it started vibrating like a motorboat)

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA okay I know. Damn random. I was listening to Chuck Ragan last night (listen to 0:36) and it suddenly dawned upon me that hey, I can learn how to play the harmonica! See, it's CHEAP, it's SMALL, and it's SELF-TAUGHT!

I dropped by Yamaha today very excitedly, and I was introduced to the amazing range of harmonicas. The cheapest is $9, and the most expensive is $99. I got the $20 one. Not that expensive, but not laupok as well. And I bought a guidebook as well!

I CAN PLAY "ROW ROW ROW YOUR BOAT" NOW!

I AM ON MY WAY TO HARMONICAN GREATNESS!

I AM IZZY, HEAR ME RAWR!!!

Okay. I shall stop it now. ><

One thing that dawned upon me though- Harmonicas are actually quite disgusting. HAHAHA. I shall make sure I brush my teeth at least twice before I play. And I shall drown it in ethanol every once in a while to get rid of unwanted germs. Just don't go near it if you have an STD hahaha. D:

I VERY EXCITE!!! I hope this new broom sweeps clean for a long time. I don't want to be "very excite" to start learning the bongo drums in six months time.

2008-08-08T23:07:00.002+08:00

izzy says:
i hate sleeping late you know!
izzy says:
in mg i think i slept quite early
izzy says:
nowadays i feel so tired in sch
VICKY♥ says:
same!!
VICKY♥ says:
i keep falling asleep!
VICKY♥ says:
my eyebags are disgusting now
izzy says:
ey i have also!
izzy says:
dark eyes!
VICKY♥ says:
omg i think im gonna look like a old hag next time lah
izzy says:
SO HORRIBLE esp since we're fair
izzy says:
so we look like those things that come out to play during the 7th month :p
VICKY♥ says:
ehh is it 7th month now?!
izzy says:
HAHAHAHA
izzy says:
YES
izzy says:
wooooooooooo
izzy says:
look behind youuuuuuuuu
VICKY♥ says:
IZZY SHUT UP
izzy says:
HAHAHAHAHA
VICKY♥ says:
you know im damn scared of this!!!!!!
izzy says:
ey but i really don't like it when 7 month comes
izzy says:
i become paranoid
VICKY♥ says:
really
izzy says:
i'm scared of this too
VICKY♥ says:
CAN WE CHANGE TOPIC
VICKY♥ says:
I WANNA SLEEP IN PEACE TONIGHT
izzy says:
HAHAHAHAHAHA
izzy says:
remember that dream you had last time?
izzy says:
about the girl came up to you and said
izzy says:
"i am dead"
izzy says:
HAHAHAHAHAHA
VICKY♥ says:
SHUT UP
izzy says:
you're going to block me right
izzy says:
HAHAHAHAHAHA
VICKY♥ says:

VICKY♥ says:
IM CLEARING THE CONVO
izzy says:
HAHAHAHAHA
izzy says:
okayokay CHANGE TOPIC
VICKY♥ says:
YES PLEASE!!!!!
izzy says:
so, has your period come?

2008-08-08T19:50:00.004+08:00

"This is one of the songs I first saw and heard on screen that said,

It's not only easy to be green, but it's also easy to play the banjo.

Or any instrument for that matter."

SO SAC-SEE!!!! xD

Hahaha Mraz is pretty cool (Yeah he's totally my BFF now man HAHAHA). Wonderfully weird, like Phoebe from Friends! And even though I wasn't deprived of a childhood at all, I caught caterpillars and moths, I reared mealworms, I scaled fences (yes I know I don't look like I can even jump half a foot in the air now but yes I used to be able to), I climbed tree (yes because only one in the neighbourhood was climbable). But I never heard "The Rainbow Connection"! Until that fateful day Nana and I stayed back in class when the rest left to their respective venues (ahem), she sang this for me and it was such a pretty song, esp with Mraz jazzing it up haha.

How cool it would be if I manage to play like that one day?

Very, very cool.

2008-08-06T22:24:00.008+08:00

2008-08-03T22:45:00.001+08:00

celine says:
you suck btw
celine says:
SO LAST MIN

Once again The Great Celine speaks true.

Econs IA, IOP Essay, Chinese Oral tmr.
All contribute to my IB final grade.
Incidentally, wasn't I supposed to stop procrastinating this year?

2008-08-02T23:11:00.002+08:00

Weighing in at just 1.27 kg, only 1.05 inches (27 to 33 mm) thin and with a large 8.9-inch WXGA display, the HP 2133 Mini-Note PC features a durable design with a robust suite of wireless, multimedia and security capabilities to allow users to stay productive.

I VERY EXCITE. The price is OH-KAY (Less than $1200, not bad for a dwarf lappie), it is NOT A MAC, it is LIGHT, it is SCRATCH-RESISTANT (clumsy-proof, I hope!), the keyboard keys are er NICE TO PRESS.

AND IT'S NOT A MAC!!!!

Bwahahahaha yesterday I trawled the floors of techie haven SIM LIM SQUARE for a lappie to call my own, because it wasn't very nice to keep borrowing other people's ones hahaha. And I'm gonna maintain it SO well that it will last me through uni! And maybe right, I will take such good care of it that it can be passed down to my children and my grand-children and my great grand-children!

Okay sorry. I too excite.

I will call my new EICH PEE lappie my "8.9-inch wonder." Oh it is wonderful. :) So many functions! Slim, portable and light! When I carry it around I won't even notice it's there. :)

Hahahaha okay. The above sounds like a sanitary-pad commercial. My bad. ><

2008-07-28T21:02:00.012+08:00

I know I said that the malu pics of yesteryear were to remain "very UNPUBLIC", but I was looking through them just now and I laughed so hard my mum came into the room to check if I was not actually gasping for air because I was suffering a 230 BP stroke. It's like a four-car crash on the CTE. It's a wreck, the scene is painful to watch, but you still can't help gawking anyway. It's like an indecent act captured on your 4.0 megapixel handphone camera. The sort of thing that's strictly for your own viewing ~~pleasure~~, something you NEVER want others to see. There are worse ones, but I know I'll be very lovingly castrated by my gentle friends, so I will hold back. But SERIOUSLY. It brings back so many fond memories and I know you guys will be cringing when you see your unglam shots, but really, it's a good trip down memory lane. And affirmation that really, we look better with time. SERIOUSLY.

WHY IS MY PINAFORE SO BLOODY LONG. NO, SERIOUSLY. WHY. WHY.

Beu and I on our China trip when we were in Sec One in 2004. Shuddup stop laughing.

2008.

THE SITUATION HAS IMPROVED.

Disagree with me and I'll smack you.

Spastic Six (Yes I know, damn spastic), 2004.
(Sandra refused to come into the picture cos she was somewhere around in her pyjamas. >< )

S6, 2007.

Eclectic Eight (Yes I know, quite spastic also) , 2005.

HAHAHA I remember, this was when we were making compost for CIP at Alexandra Hospital.
E8, Racial Harmony Day! I remember how we got Mrs Pandian to help us tie our saris, but when we ran down for assembly, all the saris started dropping off HAHAHA. Thank God we were wearing stuff underneath. And I remember the watermelon-eating competition. We were pretty darn good. :)

AND THIS IS COS NO ONE BELIEVES THAT I WAS PART OF THE TEAM THAT WON THE SENTOSA LANDSCAPE DESIGN COMPETITION. D: (Yes I'm beneath the radish.)

E8 Reunion Dinner, 2008, missing nana :(

Twelve OF Us (TOFUs), 2006.

Twelve Of Us, 2007. (Thank God, not much change cos we've actually wisened up and I stopped wearing berms incessantly. And I actually did something about my hair.)

Little Saints (the cell group), 2005.

Little Saints, 2008.

But some things, they just never change. Sigh.

REBECKAH HENG, 2006.

REBECKAH HENG, 2008.

2008-07-27T14:44:00.010+08:00

Happy 121th Birthday, MGS!

The official GRADUATION on Friday was great, Chlo and I arrived earlier and walked around quite aimlessly, reminiscing about the good ol' days. I've spent more than half my life in that place, been through the different wall colour schemes, stuck by it even though the new science blocks look like a jail, fallen into the school pond five times, gotten into trouble for climbing in and out of windows, tripping and rolling down the hill, gone through all the childish "i dun fwen you anymore!" phases, had the most awesome PE lessons where we would really go mad and scream "HOLD THE BALL TO YOUR BOOBSSSS!!!!!" to prevent the opponent from snatching it away. I have alot of unglam photos but those shall stay very UNPUBLIC, thank you very much. I remember how my cliques kept changing cos inevitably all of us kept getting separated, but I still held onto those old friendships and I'm proud to say, my P1 bestie is still very precious to me. :)

It's not air-conditioned and the birds like shitting on the tables, but the food is always always good.

Monday: Nasi Lemak with Fried Chicken
Tuesday: Red Bowl Noodles
Wednesday: Wedges, Fries, Mayo Chicken, Baked Potato (oh shit oh shit oh shit)
Thursday: Satay Bee Hoon, extra chicken
Friday: Mee Siam

Okay I can't believe I just did that.

Those court shoes. Gave me. ALOT. Of trouble. But the problem didn't lie with Mel's shoes (thanks for lending, dear!), it was my feet. They were too big. D: I kept tripping whenever I walked up the stairs and when I went onstage to receive my cert I swear I was doing my best to do a Bong (i.e. graceful and elegant) but I just ended up clomping here and there. Argh.

I miss the gaying. HAHAHA.
And the route to the toilet, which became our second home after we kept going there to escape lessons. :)

Thereafter came drama night! Or rather, malu night hahaha. What with the bright blue afro wig and the sequins and the butt shaking and the doing our best to sound annoying and jarring haha. It was quite scary prior to the curtains opening, but yeah, I learnt to be shameless. :P The nymph of slumber song is still stuck in my head, my goodness.

What ensued in the makeup room was quite chaotic. I was completely CLUELESS about what I was doing and I had NO IDEA which was for which. I entrusted SOMEONE to do my blusher cos he said he had "SKILLS" but in the end my face ended up looking like a babboon's ass hahaha. And the real makeup person took one look at me and said, "what happened?! who did this to you?! ... ... You shouldn't trust one of the guys to do your makeup."

But it was quite a fun experience, especially since everyone looks like corpses after putting on the inch-thick layer of foundation. It was fun, but makeup is darn tough to remove, esp since I don't have any makeup remover. :( I swear there's still glitter and eyeliner on my face. Argh.

And thanks to all you guys who came (I shall discount the fact that buying a ticket to laugh your head off because I was supposed to be in spandex was your main agenda), it was awesome seeing you all again, and thanks for everything you gave me. It was very heartwarming heh. :)

The Half

Lil' Saints

2008-07-23T18:48:00.004+08:00

Emo blogpost yesterday scared a couple of you, and it scared even myself haha. I'm happy-izzy, but I have my moments too, and lately there was crap I had to tahan. There are hardly things that get me down, but when the road blocks come, I tend to stumble pretty badly. The past few weeks haven't been smooth-sailing, and it culminated to a point where my wallet disappeared, along with my IC, ez-link card, house keys, and monehh. And usually these things don't bother me that much but I guess there was so much clutter in my life, I felt extremely exhausted.

Me: MY KEYS ARE GONE PEOPLE MIGHT BREAK IN I HAVE TO BUY A NEW DOOR NOW!!!!
ZiYang: What?!?! WHAT?!?! What is this?!?! YOU ONLY HAVE TO CHANGE THE LOCKS LAH WHAT BUY A NEW DOOR?! BUY A NEW DOOR?!?!?!

ZiYang: *asthmatic laugh* Hahahahaha you better go tell the police you lost your IC! Wait they use it borrow from the Ah Longs! Hahahahaha!

Juji: Aiyah izzy cheer up lah. When's your birthday?
Me: 18 September
Juji: Okay I know what to get you for your birthday now.
Me: What? A DOOR? O.o
Juji: A WALLET LAH!!!

That night, the drama that ensued in my house and a certain office was enough to fill two volumes of a HK drama serial, plus a sequel if the saga continued. But thank heavens everything is fine now. Last night God spoke to me as I was doing my quiet time and really, it was just what I needed. Alot of things got resolved last night and I have to say that I can leave these issues behind now. I can't promise that it'll all be no problemo from now on but I have the confidence that I know what I'm doing, and with God watching my back, my foot won't slip. :) So yes, me be happy! :)

Went over to ACJC yesterday for SYF drama preview, it was cool to bump into all the ex MG ppl. But it wasn't all peaches and cream though...

Jo: Izzy, did your voice get lower?!

As if my voice isn't low enough! What is this! TESTOSTERONAL DIFFUSION?!?!

2008-07-20T22:58:00.002+08:00

This is pretty gorgeous. Made me listen to Thunder on loop for the whole MRT ride home hahaha. And by the time I got to my bus stop it was about 9 plus? So the short cut home, as usual, was really badly lit and creepy, esp with all the vegetation around. So I did what I do usually when I'm scared, I plugged my earphones in and started singing, and today I started ~~wailing~~ singing Thunder until I saw some movement at the bench and I freaked out. Cos seriously at night you can hardly see anything and anyone. It was some maid and her boyfriend I think hahaha. They were looking at me as if I was a nutcase and I felt so malu I just ran all the way home.

If the darkness didn't scare them I think my singing did.

2008-07-19T16:42:00.002+08:00

Mummy is back from the Land of Teppanyaki and Hotsprings!!!! xD

Me very happy. :)))

She brought back alot of goodies HAHAHA will be a nice kid and share them!

She's so swaku. She went to cook sashimi. ><

I laughed for a full 5 minutes.

2008-07-19T12:19:00.004+08:00

Teacher X: _____, wake up!
Boy Y: Oh sorry Madam...
Teacher X: Charles Darwin never slept in class.
Boy Y: It was never boring! D:

OUCH hahaha. But it sure woke me up on a Tuesday morning.

SPANDEX NO MORE!!! We have shiny flowy loose material now. It was quite cool. We were just given 2m by 2m of shiny material and we just cut it up and made our own costumes. Quite cool! Now I can add "costume" on my list of sewing know-hows, after "toilet roll holder" and "bag". See, Home E comes in useful after all. :P I'm quite proud of myself, esp since it was said that "Izzy looks like a master seamstress" HAHAHA. See it's housewife skills okay. The big poofy afro wigs are quite horrendous though. I have a bright blue one and we look like multi-coloured popcorn dancing around. HAHAHAHAHA and bong looks like big bird. :D So now instead of looking like a nightmare, I look like a disco ball. Still nightmarish, but at least people will go blind from the reflection of light off our costumes instead of seeing me in tights. Sounds like an improvement if anything. :P

Got a fever again, yesterday I felt so under the weather I had to force myself to finish the regular cup of yoghurt after rehearsals. Once I got into the cab I konked out and the cab driver was like, "Tsk tsk tsk, JC already so tired, uni how?" Hahaha and I realized that I should really stop sleeping late for no good reason at all. So, if you see me online at 11, KICK ME!

2008-07-16T23:31:00.002+08:00

Brownies-Do-Porn
July 13, 2008 - One Response

In the light of recent developments, people involved heavily with the school’s blogging world must understand that Brownies-Do-Aerobics is no longer Isabel Chia’s blog, and it has shifted to MuddySkies. One must acknolwedge that in the world, people do pointless things, e.g. hacking into other people’s online diary for no reason at all, and converting it into a website which salutes pornography and speaks in Arabic. If one reads the current blog right now, it would be fairly obvious that whatever you see right now, isn’t Isabel Chia speaking. If one, however, pretends that Isabel Chia really has taken an interest in Middle Eastern languages and naked genitalia, then one will laugh inappropriately.

As I am doing, right now.

(See? WordPress is way better cos no one hacks!)

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The above is an excerpt from Daryl's blog, and it was funny-ass reading it today especially after the HISTORY TEACHER made his amusement at the state of my old brownies-do-aerobics very clear. It's kind of like the way the little dude at the play ground scrunges up his nose and sniggers at you in the "heh heh heh heh just your luck, just your luck!" way when the scoop of ice cream falls off and all you have left is the cone. My brownies-do-aerobics, which I seriously do not recommend you go to now (for reasons I will come to very shortly), has gone through 3 stages of evolution.

1st stage: Blog retains template and layout, but posts are spammed with crude keywords.
2nd stage: Blog becomes a porn launchpad, with Arabic scribblings and links to various porn sites depending on preference.
Final stage: Blog auto-switches to a fully fledged porn haven.

I made the mistake of going back to my old blog a couple of days ago. And yeah I know usually when someone says explicitly, "don't go there", people end up being more curious. But trust me when I say it is bad hahaha. Let's just say that I am SCARRED FOR LIFE and thank God I wasn't rocking my chair cos I would've fallen off. D:

2008-07-12T23:22:00.004+08:00

Bring me flowers - Hope

I haven't got a clue if you're the one
But I like you
And ooh I like how you make me feel

Bring me flowers
And talk for hours
And ooh I like you
And ooh I like how you make me feel

2008-07-12T20:47:00.002+08:00

Vacillation in Examination

Yes yes I know I write as though I'm missing a finger during exams. Hahah results have been fine! Not fantastic, not shabby, I'm perfectly content, and really grateful. :)

Yesterday was pretty whacked. It's amazing how much dignity can be lost on a single train ride from Dover to City Hall. First I had to scream "JEREMY IS THE SEXY BEAST!!!!" in the crowded carriage. Then Edward beat-boxed "Stand By Me" with us grooving (very badly) along and inserting the appropriate "oh yeah"s and "uh huh"s. Then Jeremy had to have an emotional upheaval and say very heart-brokenly and dramatically to Edward, "这种感情是不能勉强的!" before storming out the door and then slinking back through the other door after the completion of the dare hahahaha. But it's okay, it's good practice the next time you can spurned by your dream guy, Jeremy. :) And then I ended up traumatizing this teenage girl when I mirrored all her actions and she got quite freaked out and told me to stop, and for the rest of the trip I couldn't turn to face her although I was told that she was laughing very amusedly, and wasn't annoyed. Ping and Samuel were very active participants in our crazy daring session. Very active trying to act like they didn't know us. :P

In times like these when I barely have any shame, I feel like maybe it IS possible for the real izzy to show herself. Still, I think it'll take awhile. :P It really reminded me of how it's like with the cell girls, all the songs that we make up while freestyling, all the illegal midnight swims (then being chased out for disturbance to the residents), all the crazy madcap dancing which will win "Singapore's Funniest Home Videos" if there ever was one...

Feeling under the weather. Plehh. My head hurts, my stomach churns and my eyes are PUFFY (no idea why). It's like my eyeballs have become puffer fishes. Let's just say Kleenex and Strepsils will have a roaring trade this month. I think I should stop sleeping late hahaha.

2008-07-10T21:26:00.003+08:00

So my gmail/blogger account got HACKED INTO and the posts on my blogs got spammed with cheeko keywords, so that the cheekos who search stuff like "hot naked girls" would be directed to my blog page, WHICH is infected with a virus that would infect any computer that visits brownies-do-aerobics. So my blog became like some porn launch pad.

HAHAHAHAHA I JUST CHECKED MY BROWNIES-DO-AEROBICS, IT HAS NOW BECOME A FREAKING PORN NETWORK. OMGGGGGGG. HAHAHAHAHAHA.

So, it's muddyskies now. Quite random hahaha it just came to me and even though brownies-do-aerobics is alot more endearing, i guess this will have to do. :)

Results out tmr, it's all the papers coming back in one go! Frankly I'd prefer it this way, hahaha. I remember the days in MG where we'll all go through the papers question by question, and we went through different subjects on different days. The agony is akin to choking on a fishball from your meepok. It is SUFFOCATING. And I don't care that much about the "learning through your exam papers" spiel, cos it is my screwed-up belief that what's over is over and that question won't be tested again, so heck. :P

Honestly, I'm quite nonchalent, not getting nervous or worked up or excited or anything. What's done is done, what'll come will come. No point getting a coronary over it- I think my arteries have enough blockage to make me die 2 decades prematurely, without shizzle like CTs accelerating the process further. I don't think I bombed all the papers, but I KNOW for a fact that some of my results won't be too pretty. I rmb in MG, whenever I got back shitty results (i.e. most of the time), I would feel disappointed lah, and for awhile I would be all fired and motivatd to camp in the closet mugging and kick ass the next time round. But then after half an hour all the fervour will be gone hahaha. :P Well I've always been in the middle. I'm not a full-fledged slacker, but I can't bring myself to mug as well (trust me I wish I had the ability to be damn hardworking). I do study, but never sufficiently.

So yeah, no worries, you won't find a dead body floating in the middle of South China Sea tomorrow. :)

2008-07-04T23:21:00.002+08:00

Housten, we've got a problem.

Firstly,

I am DRAINED, in more ways than one.

Secondly,

06/06/08 [There was an online discussion about the play for the Festival of Arts]
samuel says:
and i think the nymphs of slumber will be in tights
izzy says:
GODDDDDDDD
izzy says:
NOOOOOOOO
samuel says:
><
samuel says:
like ballet shit with wings
izzy says:
i pray
izzy says:
i hope
izzy says:
that i am not a nymph of slumber.

29/06/08
celine says:
anyway izzy ah
celine says:
what cca are you in?
izzy says:
DRAMA
celine says:
OMG SO COOL
celine says:
do you have a play soon
izzy says:
yeah
celine says:
OMG
izzy says:
i might be forced to sell tickets
izzy says:
so you buy ah you
celine says:
of course!
celine says:
i wanna watch you
izzy says:
i might have to wear TIGHTS you know
celine says:
HAHAHAHAHAHA
celine says:
omgggg
celine says:
WHY
celine says:
is this some OBSCENE SHOW
celine says:
ACSI TSKTSSKKKKKKKK

02/07/08 [During a drama rehearsal]
Sir: Okay Isabel and Kristin, I think both of you are suitable to act as the BED.

Internal monologue: YES. I'm a bed! I'm a bed! NO MORE NYMPH OF SLUMBER! NO MORE SPANDEX! HENG AHHH!!!!

04/07/08 [During the subsequent drama rehearsal]
Sir: Oh incidentally, the 6 girls acting as the bed, you will be the Nymphs Of Slumber as well.

Internal monologue: Nymphs of Slumber = BLOODY TIGHTS = Lovehandle Parade = Trigger-Happy Audience = Youtube Sensation ["Nymph of Slumber? More like Nymph of Blubber"] = Suicidal Tendencies = Increased Demand for Prozac.

Jeremy: *whispers while eyeing me gleefuly* AHAHAHAHA IZZY WEARING SPANDEX! AHAHAHAHAHA!!! What a sight to behold! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

And so. PROJECT HAPPY SPANDEX IS BORN.

There is 20 more days to the performance. I can cut down my consumption levels by HALF and thereby eat the normal amount a fully grown man should be eating. Have exercise of some sorts (fork-to-mouth action doesn't count, sadly). Have more discipline. And even though I was very clear on my stance on the travesty of drinking bastardized milk (that's skim milk for the uninitiated) and so-not-mayonnaise (that's low-fat mayonnaise), I may have to change that.

Project Happy Spandex begins tomorrow.

Bring on the bastardized milk.

2008-06-30T00:59:00.001+08:00

You know what?

I think I'll wait.

Because I know there's better.

2008-06-29T01:38:00.002+08:00

JJ says:
i scared of yeast infection
izzy says:
HAHAHAHA
izzy says:
yoghurt is good for prevention of yeast infection
JJ says:
since when?!
izzy says:
candidasis vaginitis
izzy says:
yes seriously
izzy says:
when i buy yoghurt from sch they say there
izzy says:
good for treatment of yeast infection
JJ says:
HAHAHAHAHAH
JJ says:
you mean
JJ says:
put it on directly?
JJ says:
?!?!?!

2008-06-27T02:35:00.003+08:00

It is 2.40a.m.

єlliott: † soul of discretion says:
i think this is the longest week i 've had this year
єlliott: † soul of discretion says:
it seems like eternity
єlliott: † soul of discretion says:
really
єlliott: † soul of discretion says:
the day is long
єlliott: † soul of discretion says:
and the night is even longer
єlliott: † soul of discretion says:
it's like living twice as much as we're suppsoed to
єlliott: † soul of discretion says:
><

Oh we afflicted few.

2008-06-26T02:12:00.000+08:00

It is 2.15 am.

Good Game. :)

2008-06-25T02:15:00.003+08:00

It is 2.20a.m.

5h40mins more to the paper.

I just finished revising 3 chapters of Econs.

The rest of the 3 can just go curl up in a corner and die.

I think I might die during the paper tomorrow. Whether from exhaustion or mental inability, I wouldn't know. Izzy's eyelids feel like dumb-bells now, and you know something's wrong when she starts referring to herself in third-person.

Good morning, world. :)

2008-06-24T18:07:00.003+08:00

This, is pretty cool. :)

I guess I've never been a big city sort of girl. In fact, and this will sound kinda stupid, but I've thought of how it'd be like if I was born in a countryside in, say, Alabama. I live in this little cottage and I cook my family a sunny side-up and some french toast for breakfast every morning. I don't wake up at 6am, but at the time when the sun's rays just about peek in through the windows. It's a small community, everyone knows each other. And we don't earn much, but just enough to get by comfortably.

Okay crap. I sound like Anne of Green Gables. D: Fret not, my hair will not be in pigtails and I'm not going anywhere near suspenders.

This is cool too. I live in a simple hut (with a toilet bowl please, it's quite essential for me >< ) by the sea. I curl up on the hammock hanging on the coconut trees to nap or to read. When dusk comes I sit on my deck chair and watch the sunset, and when night arrives I lie on the hammock with my hands folded behind my head and fall asleep watching the stars. :)

Okay something might be wrong with me now, I think I'm abit soft in the head. Anyways exams have been going fine, it could've been alot worse! Well it could've been much better too, yep, but I'm still thankful for these blessings. :) I suspect quite strongly that my main point for English may have been quite off, but ahwells at least I had stuff to write. The usual paralysis didn't occur! :)

Chinese B is not easy. Seriously, the way some ppl put it, it's like Chinese B is idiot-proof. But there were alot of words in the passages I didn't know, and I didn't understand the high-class porridge passage much. D:

History- didn't finish again! D: Despite having atrocious handwriting (6 words per line, some words taking up the height of two lines -.- ) that comes with speed, I still ended up leaving a question out like last time. Anyhow I'm used to leaving out questions from the upper sec exams, so I'll just keep working on it.

Yes, 3 words per line FTW.

/edit

I'm eating pizza that expires today (it was on half price okay!). It seems alright so far.

If anything goes wrong, I guess I just wouldn't be able to take the Econs paper tomorrow.

~~HoHoHo~~

2008-06-21T20:35:00.003+08:00

Of Exams and Mental Hospitals... (cont)

~késon says:
take care izzy
~késon says:
happy mugging

[6 hours later]

~késon says:
wow you're really burning all the way?
izzy says:
you know what
izzy says:
i'm still on the same page
izzy says:
HAHAHHA
~késon says:
wow
~késon says:
what kind of page is that
~késon says:
impressive
~késon says:
oh web page is it
~késon says:
keep scrolling down
izzy says:
uh
izzy says:
A4 page
izzy says:
HAHAHAHAHA

And maybe a Lil' Pep Talk to Lift the Spirits...

Tim- i ll be your Elysium says:
HEY WOMEN!
izzy says:
*WOMAN
Tim- i ll be your Elysium says:
oh YA
Tim- i ll be your Elysium says:
i thot u were more than one

2008-06-20T20:58:00.003+08:00

Of Exams and Mental Hospitals...

` Bring a Burden of a Secret Storm. says:
FIZZY
` Bring a Burden of a Secret Storm. says:
AHHAHA HELLO I AM SICK OF MUGGING SAVE ME
izzy says:
GOODY
izzy says:
i just finished watching my fishball show
izzy says:
MWAHAHAHAHA
izzy says:
aye it's great talking to you XD
` Bring a Burden of a Secret Storm. says:
i love talking to you too
izzy says:
i feel so much love for you right now man
` Bring a Burden of a Secret Storm. says:
HAHAHAHH ME TOO
` Bring a Burden of a Secret Storm. says:
you're freakig awsoe lah
izzy says:
DID YOU MEAN TO SAY AWESOME
izzy says:
AWSOE SOUNDS LIKE AH SOH
` Bring a Burden of a Secret Storm. says:
AHHAHAHAHHAHAHHA
izzy says:
GO AND DIE
` Bring a Burden of a Secret Storm. says:
AHHAHAHAH
` Bring a Burden of a Secret Storm. says:
ZOMG NO WAY
` Bring a Burden of a Secret Storm. says:
HAHAHA HI ZZZZY
` Bring a Burden of a Secret Storm. says:
I WURRRVEEEE YOU
` Bring a Burden of a Secret Storm. says:
HAHAHAHAHHAHA
izzy says:
MWAHAHAHAHHAAH
izzy says:
i'm going to blog about this
izzy says:
what studying does to you

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One Java Chip and a Blueberry Muffin

~késon FEAR says:
sighs
~késon FEAR says:
cant regurgitate anything from my head
izzy says:
well maybe now you can't
izzy says:
but in exam conditions
izzy says:
everything will come out
~késon FEAR says:
not really
~késon FEAR says:
the silence freaks me out
~késon FEAR says:
they should let us take exams at starbucks or something

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Mean, Median, um, then...? (shut up okay no more math studies jokes HAHAHA)

I LOVE MUGGING says:
IZZY!
izzy says:
go away
izzy says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
izzy says:
JUST JOKING
I LOVE MUGGING says:
WAH
I LOVE MUGGING says:
omg
I LOVE MUGGING says:
T.T
izzy says:
HAHAHAHAHAH
izzy says:
just one more page and i'll finish monopoly
izzy says:
woots
I LOVE MUGGING says:
dame mean lar
I LOVE MUGGING says:
seriously tsk
I LOVE MUGGING says:
LOL
izzy says:
no i'm not mean
izzy says:
i'm above average
izzy says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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If only it were that simple......

izzy says:
i don't want to study :(
you're talking to tres hottest. says:
THEN DONT LORH!

2008-06-16T13:43:00.005+08:00

Screw Mid-Years.

Someday I must do this again.

2008-06-13T13:19:00.004+08:00

I've just come across something quite disturbing, and no it's not Samuel telling me that I "eat more than average for a guy."

I was listening to "Stolen" by Dashboard Confessional and I closed iTunes, but it's still playing and looping non-stop. O.o

Either staying up till 3 has really messed with my brain, or my Dell, just like me (and unlike the rest of the world), prefers "Stolen" to "Vindicated" (yes, seriously).

/edit
The Korean show is making me cry! D:

2008-06-12T01:24:00.002+08:00

work, why cant i finish you? D: says:
hey izzy
izzy says:
ahahahaha
izzy says:
yes karlo?
work, why cant i finish you? D: says:
im gonna ask u something
work, why cant i finish you? D: says:
really important
izzy says:
uh huh, kind of knew that was coming
work, why cant i finish you? D: says:
and plz dun tell anyone
work, why cant i finish you? D: says:
like really anyone
izzy says:
ahh okay you have my word
izzy says:
i promise :)
work, why cant i finish you? D: says:
can u
work, why cant i finish you? D: says:
m
work, why cant i finish you? D: says:
a
work, why cant i finish you? D: says:
r
work, why cant i finish you? D: says:
inate food for me

2008-06-11T00:30:00.000+08:00

HUNGRY!!! VERY HUNGRY!!!!!!

2008-06-08T20:16:00.007+08:00

"So, what was it that attracted you to Jennifer?"

"Er, um, I think that she is rather um, pleasant-looking."

Her face lit up. She had decoded the message behind his statement. He actually meant that she was very beautiful. :)))

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As recounted by Pastor Rennis yesterday, which saw the union of the "die-hard romantic" and the "hard-nosed intellectual". It was really sweet and hilarious, esp how he surprised her with a rendition of Stephen Bishop's "It Might Be You". Congrats HuanYang and Jennifer, we always knew this day would come! :P

Because anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. :)

2008-06-06T20:29:00.002+08:00

When The Art of Izzy-Burning doesn't just happen in real life and on MSN, but over SMS too...

*I was waiting for Beu alone at J8 and after I got bullied by the durian seller, I was bemoaning my fate to someone who was supposed to empathize*

"Hahaha I don't know how to say no! They were quite brash haha eeyer this kind of things always happens to me. I think i look very benevolent too cause whenever got flier, i always kena. HAHAHA i'm actually sitting down eating muah chee."

"Haha you ah must learn to say no la! Anyway so poor thing ah being a loner."

"I cant say no! i'll feel very bad!. Ahaha yeah quite loner now but sometimes it's nice to be alone. : ) I just hope the mall doesnt close man then I'd have to sit by the curb or smth. :X"

"It won't cause there is a cinema with late night movies haha ey take care of yourself man, it's so late haha bet the place is pretty empty."

*At this point I thought someone was actally becoming gentlemanly, hence Izzy gets theatrical*

"Oh my god you're right! What if men prey on me and my gorgeous self!? D:"

"Throw your food at them haha cause i think its what they are after."

Ouch. *sniff* But I do agree that muah chee is actually quite appealing hahahahaha. xD

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"Eh you know I was kidding right haha"

"HAHAHA of course la! Then what, do I expect you to say "Yes izzy you're really the most gorgeous girl in singapore, pls be careful and only wear long sleeves and long pants out and use a scarf to cover your face"?!"

"Haha how about izzy wear super revealing clothes haha it will keep everyone away"

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I swear, this is retribution! D: But ohwell Chlo and I still had lots of ammo against Beu today when we pigged (And trust me when I say "PIGGED") out at Cafe Cartel. ~~(Free flow of bread! Free flow of bread!)~~

So we were talking about the unique smells people have.

Chloe: Yeah I was told I have a smell.
Me: Yeah me too, but you can't smell your own scent right?
Beu: Ey yah both of you have a special scent!
Me: Yeah Beu you have a smell too!
Beu: *excited* Is it is it?
Me: Yeah it's called
Chlo & I: B.O.

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Chlo: The Cambodian tour guide was really cute!
Beu: *curious* Oh, so what is his nationality?

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We were thinking of crazy stuff to do as a threesome. (No, your thoughts must not wander. MUST NOT.) The most plausible idea thrown out was that of cutting our hair short, but Beu was still spewing ~~joke after joke~~ suggestion after suggestion. The idea was to do something temporally permanent (e.g. haircut). Slack-jawed disbelief is encouraged.

"AHAHAHA let's get our tooth plucked out! Then it will grow back again!" (No, Beu. It's called PERMANENT teeth for a reason. >< )

"OMG let's get a TATTOO!!!"

"Toe rings! What about getting toe rings!"

"I know I know! LET'S TAN ONE ARM!"

Chlo and I: WHATTTTT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Chlo: *faux-bitchy mode* I'm sorry Beulah, we would appreciate it if you leave now.
Beu: *defeated* FINE, I am going to find a place where I am accepted... :(
Me: *utterly serious* But space travel is expensive.

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Me: Btw, you do know how to spell U.F.O. right?

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I was so exasperated I joked, "HAHAHA we can go to Ikea and get all the free pencils", but I freaked out when they actually took it seriously. And no of course we didn't do that. >< Nothing drastic, cos Beu had to leave early so we couldn't cut our hair together.

And our fateful I-shouldn't-be-putting-on-weight-but-there's-free-flow-of-bread-so-heck session at the Cafe Cartel concluded with us pulling a trick on the waitress. When she came over with the bill, all three of us were lovingly clutching onto the empty rattan(?) bread baskets.

Chloe: Hey excuse me, these bread baskets...
Me: Is it okay if we bring them home?
Waitress: *utter shock* Huh, I'm sorry?!
Chloe: *pleading* Can we take them?
Me: *earnest* They're really very nice!
Beu: *nodding* Yeah yeah, we need it for our school's CIP.
Waitress: *whose facial expression encapsulated "WTH" very perfectly, but she was so nice she was actually quite freaked out* Er, please give me a moment, let me check-
Me: WE'RE JOKING!!!
Beu, Chlo & I: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!
Beu, Chlo, Waitress & I: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!

The bread baskets really were nice, though.

2008-06-05T19:12:00.002+08:00

"We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken us a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox."

- The Notebook

2008-06-02T13:42:00.000+08:00

WAIT.

AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE COLLECTED MY O LEVEL CERT.

OR SOMETHING.

2008-05-30T21:05:00.002+08:00

WoW was indescribable. I could go on and on about how fantastic it was and how much it has been a learning experience for me as much as it has done wonders for class dynamics, but then this post will be as long as my waistline ('nuff said). I don't think I'd be able to sum up the entire experience in words too, so why ruin it? :) Like Tim said, some memories are better kept as memories. I'd spoil it if I tried to encapsulate the events in a blog post, so I shall just tie up my itchy fingers and limit myself to one quote.

Me: Ey ey look, coconut floating on water! Ping, retrieve it! Let's try to break it open!!!!

Who knew an innocuous and kiddish suggestion could unleash the primal caveman instincts in a certain Jujimufu, spark a Coconut Craze and equip some with survival instincts to last 30 days on a deserted island?

The rest, as they say, is history. :)

One thing that hit me today as I rushed for the meeting in school was that I really really miss tranquility and the pace of life in Bintan. Where you just lose track of time and you can slow down your tracks to appreciate the simpler (but nonetheless beautiful) things in life. I was in a mad rush because I was running late but still wanted to grab a bite from Macs, so the moment I saw the plastic bag of food land on the counter I immediately grabbed it and ran off.

Voice calls out from crowd: "Excuse me, excuse me!"

Izzy's stream of consciousness: "Okay nothing to do with me, ignore! Train to Marina Bay arriving in 1 minute! MOVE, YOU TRUNKY THUNDER THIGHS! MOVE!!!!"

Voice persists: "Excuse me!!! ACS GIRL!"

Izzy's stream of consciousness: "Woh. That's me isn't it? That's me?"

I turned around, slightly out of breath (Yes I know I only ran for like 20 metres but I have thunder thighs for a reason), only to see this guy in a black shirt running towards me.

Izzy's stream of consciousness: "No coins for charity. No time for survey. Flee!"

Guy in black pants a little (Maybe J8 has a higher concentration of unfit people in the afternoon) and points to my bag, which contains the McDonalds plastic bag. "You have my order."

Izzy's stream of consciousness: Oh. OH.

So apparently I was in such a hurry I wasn't checking and ended up grabbing someone else's food!!! D: I returned his stuff to him, apologized profusely while snorting with laughter, and ran back to Macs, where the guy at the counter was trying to stifle his amusement and the entire queue was looking at me with the "I-am-not-sending-my-kids-to-IB" expression.

Well done, Izzy. Well done.

2008-05-30T11:36:00.001+08:00

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