So here I am to give my perennial fuck you to the world. Okay no I'm not in that bad of a mood anymore. Though the world is still fucky. But less so cuz I just went to watch HSM3 for the third time. Oh yes bbs. Feel my power. ~*~*~*~ bbg can feel all accomplished now for ~cheering me up.

Night consisted of meeting bbg and rocococo at cineleisure and teehee twilight trailer. anyway. then hsm3 where we go the fucking win hsm3 combo with the popcorn thing and the two cups. I BROUGHT ONE CUP HOME :D:D greg thoroughly abused his by dropping it everywhere on the fucking street. tainted bbrohan during hsm3. :D:D:D After that went to buy bbg's sexbands [i don't even know why they are called that ._.] and then went to the fucking crazy turkish man to purchase ice-cream where I was victimised. But i ttly sang 'mix it all together' in my head as he tried to fucking plunge the ice cream or something.

i h8 being shorter than everyone. wtebs. I am going to grow, but will work whut I got now anyway because I have decided, with my darling cass' conviction that I am in fact ridiculously fierce. And if any bitches think they can push me around then they are messing with the wrong Wildcat. [I rly just wanted to say that. But I meant it tho.]

cappers>all.

Team Heart: but thats enough, because a cappers love is x100000000000 any normal persons
Team Heart: its just in a capper to love people
Team Heart: rohan said so before
Team Heart: he says cappers are just rly rly loving
Team Heart: and its ttly true

:D yes it is.

I am not going to use this post as an opportunity to bitch about *certain* people.


Instead, I leave you with this parting thought [was that redundant :O]...

Team Jaguchi Pants.: IT'S LIKE CATCHING LIGHTNING THE CHANCES OF FINDING A CAPPERRRR...

HSM3. THERE ARE NO WORDS EXCEPT FOR EPIC.

IT NEEDS TO BE WATCHED AGAIN AND AGAIN. Thrusting!

Came home at like 12 plus. Felt like sew muppet gangsta.

omg so the first time round -hahaharoundyroundomgok- joyce, jody, justine (the j trifecta), nadia, ash and me. Got yelled at by some bitter middle-aged British bitch. Whatever. Our commentary fucking makes the show kthx and your kids were fucking orgasming in the front okay? Nadia provided interesting audio, although lack of commentary. But "SHE NEEDS TO STOP" was good. I think she, like benedict, was mesmerized by the Zefron.

"TROOOOOOOOOOOY~"

--> Mandatory to screech whenever.

Lamda fail. Go home. And stay away from my Matt Prokop bb. 2 COOL 4 U.

So second time. Everyone was freaking late and I fucking screamed at the ticket lady but all was well in the end and we came just in time for the bb hamster thing screeching to bet on it. Anyhoo. It seemed to pass so fast! I think me and Cassie and Greg's commentary was like beyond epic. And the prize for most sexual innuendoes ever the be uttered in a cinema at any given time goes to... US! But Bendy was different. Omg benedict hay we saw you being mesmerised by unclothed zefron. We saw you stroke that pumpkin bb. Lol the kid behind was so excited especially whenever Zef came on he was all screaming and dancing and his parents were all STFD but he didn't. Waved flag like bitch at the end. Showed peoples my hm socks. Note: Do not ever leave popcorn with Greg/Bendy because those bitches WILL eat it all and later leave the pumpkin behind like a used... never mind.

"TRANNY THROWDOWN!" Lol I'm so amazed people did not like cut him.

GREG IS NOT ALLOWED TO JUDGE CAMASHIE WHEN WE DO OUR THING THANK U. Or when I ~experience mochi. But really we should like busk and like freaking get crack money.

So we went to nydc and I was persuaded into trying a boney cake and there is this speshul way of eating it that is supposed to induce orgasm. But I had a ~disappointing rxn. It's really fucking good though, sweet as hale. :D Only afterwards did I finally felt the effect of the boney.

... Boney CAKE~ Gotchu thurr. Ergo laughing at anything basically ensued.

"ONCAR ONCAR!!111!!"

"ONCALL ONCALL!!!!"

"Debra's missing. GEDDIT LIKE DEBRA MESSING?!"

Punnage.

We sneakernighted on the street which was rly fun but we need to do it properly next time and have the song play out loud. LEARN THE DANCE, BBS.


Borders after hours:

"I have a habit-" *sniff*

"SO DO I BB"

atm bbg is trying to think of quotes. will post them when he is done. omg he is dirtier than me srsly. protect the kids! Omg no one make any pointed paedophilia remarks. Btw everyone colour failed except for cashie and i h8 you.

Next year, we should be all "SIXTEEN SIXTEEN SIXTEEN..." geddit cuz we turn 16.


ILU GUYS.


p.s. i'm sry i was supposed to blog about tbp but i'll do that when my brain is functioning again. no wisecracks pls.


edit here is massive quote-ness. copied from bbg starting nao [jsyk the me there is bbg.]:

An assortment of quotes while watching High School Musical 3:

Gabriella: TROYYYYYYYYYYYYY~!

Me: [laughs uncontrollably]

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Ms Darbus: Okay everyone, take five!

Me: ...I bet Sharpay can take five. <-- I died there omg I couldn't stop luffing.

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Taylor appears onscreen.

Me: ...I totally have that exact same necktie. Holy crap.

Later, an extra wears a velvet tie.

Me: Gross. I'd totally rather wear Taylor's tie.

Marie: You'd totally rather wear Taylor.

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Ms Darbus: You need to discover yourselves.

Me: ...Isn't that something you do when you're like, 11?

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Gabriella shows her Stanford acceptance letter to Taylor, who expresses shock.

Me: "Oh my God, are these your naked photos?! Damn that's hairy!"

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Marie: [about Gabriella] Why are there daisies in her hair?

Me: Because she's a virgin.

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Ms Darbus: [appearing in the dark theatre after Troy's solo angst scene] You seem very comfortable up there.

Random voice: I bet she sleeps there!

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After Troy dances stripper-ly on a transparent stage.

Me: "Oh no, now I have dollar bills in my panties!"

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Martha Cox: I thought you might need more dancers!

Marie: Bitch, please. She is 3 dancers all by herself.

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Chad: You know guys don't take girls beyond high school.

Marie: Yeah, just take her virginity and go!

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Cass: She's totally raping the dog!!

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Marie: [fishing around in the pumpkin popcorn box] There's nothing in there!!

Me: That's what Gabriella said when she had her hand in Troy's pants.

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Me: Troy is totally a lesbian. Just look at that butch haircut.

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Troy: Think about all these possibilities spread out in front of us!

Me: It's not the only thing spread out in front of you. Right Chad?

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Gabriella yelps orgasmically.

Me: All over the world, millions of paedophiles are experiencing simultaneous orgasm.

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Troy takes off his shirt.

Me: All over the world, millions of preteen girls are discovering themselves.

We all laugh, except Benedict. We turn to check on him.

Me: Benedict? Benedict? [Benedict does not reply] ...He's totally mesmerised.

Marie: He's stroking his pumpkin.

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Ryan wears pink pants.

Cass: I want those pants.

Marie: I want to be those pants.

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Tiara: It's called acting. You should try it sometime.

Marie: Ooh, burn.

Me: Ooh, bad accent burn.

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Troy: Was that what you were going to tell me?

Gabriella: One of the things, yeah.

Benedict: The other was "I'm pregnant!"

Me: "With Chad's baby!"

Marie: No, Taylor's!

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Troy: Gabriella Montez. Stanford University, First Year Law!

Marie: What? LAW?!

Me: Exhibit A: COOCHIE!!!

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Sharpay and Tiara have a face-off onstage.

Random voice: [about Tiara] Fail!!!

Me: [shouting] TRANNY THROWDOWN!!!

SOOO IT'S LIKE 1.24AM AND I'M LIKE SOOO PSYCHED FOR THE BITING POINT IN LIKE 15 HOURS.

me and bbcass will cheer our bbgreg ON~

yay cashie is coming -dances-

Cassandra Sim Hui Zhen is attending The Biting Point. Comment

^HOLLA THANK YOU.


ehh so school will be foregone under the lame excuse of my fucking feet and the fact that i really just do not feel like attending. but my feet really do hurt like hell. it's the sellout shoes. they are EATING MY DAMN FEET. omg the blisters hurt so fucking much i walked home 1km BARE-FUCKING-FOOT on ground fresh from rain. but eh. there are worse things I could do~

so rn i'm just looking at the fierce little bb hsm costumes. the cheerleader ones are just PRIME. o i know greg wants the little bbs of colour. DOAN DENY.


i will wear hm socks in honour of TBP. no not black parade.


mother tongue bridging leaves much to be desired.

i'm sleepy. but i want to practise lucky until it doesn't sound like a bunch of bananas pounding the poor innocent ivories. but i'm getting better. now if only i had the focus to learn stronger. so far i have against all odds in my pocket, and lucky is almost there. i feel so accomplished omg. and the best part is learning it all by myself, without a teacher to nag me or anyone to push me. i don't get agitated and feel like it has to be perfect on the first try, and instead i just keep working till i get it right. -do not insert a song pun here-

i cut my hair. it is awesome. do not be jealin on my gay hairdresser and his awesomeness.

You talk to me on the premise of not knowing what tiny hot chocolates they make, and for that I am forever grateful. You mark a milestone in my existence.

That is simply why secrets are so delicious, for this one is all mine.


I do not regret a single question, and even if I did at the time, it was wrong of me not to have asked, but to have expected you to give me the right answer.

I'm stuck for Katie Newark and her taxi driver dad.

Inspiration, come to me.

i'm mentally replacing diane kruger.

paceyjoshua jackson is delicious. that is all i want to say. except for this.



"Even fox news disputes this!"

hay thurr obama.

Weeell i just got back from like four hours of math tuition and my brain is fried barbequed toasted smooshed. I totally spaced out for the last fifteen minutes and I have the world's most charming headache.

Send dates.

Come up with amazing storyline for Journeying the Fuck Home.

Not fail everything, but I hate being a whiny bitch so I'mma shut up about that. It's over, what can I do?

I keep rewatching Pan's Labyrinth. El Laberinto del Fauno is a much nicer title. She's ridic beautiful. Ivana Baquero I keep wanting to call Baroqua. I think it's my sudden urge to listen to classical music. Influence. I am currently getting my Mozart on. What I really wanted was the Tchai-man but I couldn't find nutcracker so i gave up. I am demanding a piano from my mother tomorrow. When I'm in a better mood and my head doesn't throb like the four horsemen of the apocalypse with double hooves. Poor Miley. You have been upstaged by a dead man. I seem to be alternating between motown and classical. strange moods.

Why is my catcher in the rye so... hmm, let's put it this way, well broken-in? Here's looking at you, hobo.

I think I'm half drunk. Drunk on lack of sleep. Ilu world not.

I should stop being addicted to drawing Vivian Leigh's perfect portrait, though I think I got a reasonable amount of herness in. Or attempting Bette Davis because I just fail at capturing her awesomeness. Let's not even go into KatHep.

A growing addiction seems to be movies that make me cry. Every afternoon I can go through like two. Though usually this consists of one being Pan. Omg terrible sentence structure shoot me.

I should be bathing so I can tallyho off to sleep and wake up just a little earlier to try my hand at some loverly math sums. Though nothing before 5.45 because then... Well i'm too lazy to expand on this.

I plan to buy joyce shien ling ash a present because it is very overdue and i feel guilty. there will also be the purchase of some fucking school shoes which are not from bata and do not decompose. and also clothes because I can.


Oranges oranges oranges.

I was sitting down today and suddenly "WATCH IT FOOTBALL HEAD" came stumbling out of my unsuspecting mouth and I remembered hey arnold's massive goodness. gerald. helga petacky is essentially my bitch. thank you for letting me identify with you all those torturous years in primary school. omg today i tried on my old uniform for shits and giggles and i am SRY2SAY it fits better now. Ugh I do not even want to remember what I looked like. Though i did wear my specs to attempt to achieve the effect and ran away from the mirror screaming. i admit the shirt looked slightly questionable. -puberty happens fannahs-

F+MIDDLE NAME= FELENA.

I am a felena. oh em gee. DIDYOUHEARIM- k, no.

bath. i'll do it.

I'm not really sorry that this lame excerpt of a story is not going to make up for lack of blogging. thank you.


“On a scale of one to ten, how much do you miss me?” Joshua could hear her giggling through the receiver. That tiny outtake, unnoticeable by majority of the human race, she heard. His ears made this pop sound, like when the hydrogen splint extinguishes at the mouth of the test tube, except that Andie was the test tube of this operation. But a dead silence raced, poured out of the tiny telephone holes, spilling into his lap.

“Andie? You there?”

“Sighing. You’re sighing. You know what I want? I’m tired of you sighing. You want to know, what I want? Someone who’s thrilled to hear my voice the moment they pick up the phone and can’t wait to tell me that I’m all they ever think about and they’re fucking batshit crazy for me and they’d watch bad movies with me without feeling or acting like it’s some boyfriend obligation because it shouldn’t be that, it should be them dying to get close to me every five seconds and being unable to keep their lips off mine at any given time, and smiling stupidly at the ground because that song reminds them of me, and failing tests miserably because I was sitting next to them in AP History, not that I want you to fail Josh, but it’s true, I’m selfish and I’m human no matter what my straight shoulder-length blonde hair and straight A’s tell you. You’re always pushing me away for Isabel who I know you don’t have any stupid romantic feelings for but you talk to her, never me, you turn away from me whenever something’s going on, in the bus or at school or yeah, even right now, on the phone, on this line. You’re making a mess of us even more than I’m making a mess of us, and maybe I don’t know how to handle you, and we don’t know how to handle each other’s infamous moodswings and maybe you’re the worst person I could’ve chosen to love, just like you said,and yeah you break my heart every day that we’re in this with little things or big things or things you don’t even realize hurt me because you’re so thick-skinned and don’t notice anything that doesn’t directly relate to the world of Joshua and it hurts so much just to love you without taking any of our complications into consideration at all but I can’t let go, I can’t let go so if you ever leave me I’ll probably be stalking you or committing suicide and still wanting you to be happy because you couldn’t ever find that with me, you couldn’t find the crazy love with me. And it’ll kill me because I don’t want anybody else but you’d expect me to live with it, right?”

The vacant gap where she was supposed to continue. It didn’t suddenly cease to exist. It was growing instead. Like a fungal-

“I don’t think I can handle you making me into a science analogy right now, Joshua. Goodbye.”

sooo i'm here finally ending the chagrin of my fadia le fo.

my hhurt heads. <-- i typed this and then realised the extreme wrong. but i'll leave it there for you to ponder on the credibility of those scientifical claims that sports really do kill your brain cells. owell that's where running every day gets me. i can officially run 1.6 without stopping yay me. for someone who has always shown napfa the proverbial finger, this behaviour is remarkably out of character no? but armed with a silver and a yan xuan who constantly reminds me of the blubber I possess, i will conquer it by tallyho.

i watched the hot n cold video. hence dying.

umm watched first ep of boston legal season four. five? four. love u alan bb.

lips are chapped. no moisturiser. fuck.

bedtime. unfinished lit essays and untouched mole homework. Fuck this shit.


inevitable early wakeup call for me.

yaaaaay. i do not appreciate having only six hours of sleep.