special day

I am so contented here. It's great. Everyday someone new comes to visit us and annoy us to no end, um, I mean, to see us.

I experienced things entirely new today.

1) I went to a spa.
2) I got a facial.
3) I wore fake eyelashes.
4) I got complimented by people on my looks.

So this is what happened. It was my cousin's wedding today and it was held at an amazing Chinese restaurant incidentally called Midnight Sun. That is like the coolest thing ever, don't you think? For you non-Twilighters, this is the sequel to Twilight in Edward's point of view.

But rewind a couple of hours from that. My mother and I reached Persona Beauty Parlour, apparently one of the best parlours in the country, at 10.15 in the morning. We got slips of paper that said what we were paying for. My mom got a facial, I got a facial, an armcial and a legcial.

The demure people who worked there (they looked Burmese, but my mom told me they weren't) gave me a nice glass of mango juice when I went to sit in the waiting room of the spa. Then they put my feet in a bowl of fancy water (water can't be fancy, I know, but there were roses and lemons and stuff in the bowl and I don't know what to call the water) and rubbed them. The girl then wiped my feet and slid them into cloth slippers. I felt like a queen, really.

They put lots of complicated gunk on my face, arms and legs and the scary part was, I was closing my eyes all the time so I couldn't see what they were doing. The girl gave me a nice massage and started on my face.

"Um," I said, trying to be brave, "Ha-ha, uh, please don't prod my nose too much, I might get the sneezes. This is one of my problems."

The girl sort of nodded and continued kneading my nose until I couldn't stand it anymore. I started sneezing. It was embarrassing, but the girl didn't seem to mind.

"If I don't touch your nose, how will the dirt be removed, you know?" she told me gently, when what she meant to say was, "You didn't pay big bucks for nothing."

"Uh, yeah, OK, I kind of get that," was my retarded reply, when my brain was all for getting off the couch thingy and making a run for it before I exploded snot all over her again.

So yeah. After the appendagecial, I moved on to the saloon separtment (yes, Persona is damn huge) and got my hair shampooed and cut.

After that the professionals did my make-up. It was pretty intense.

The wedding was cool, the groom was good-looking. Ha-ha.

Well, till next time. See ya.

bye-bye

Leaving for Bangladesh tomorrow.

It's kind of exciting, yes, because I will see all my wonderful relatives and attend my cousin's wedding and basically have a lot of fun.

But I will miss Singapore. It didn't take me long to realise that no other country is as freakishly clean as Singapore. Not that I've been to or heard about anyway. I'll miss its cleanliness.

For one whole month.

And I shall miss all my lovely friends. Already do, for some of you.

And Mr Keong is scaring me again with his emails. I shall not check my Crezmail while I am away, so don't contact me there.

I have shoved my Shinglee book into my suitcase so that if I am able to somehow force myself to do it there, I could. My English homework document follows me in my thumbdrive. They will both no doubt do a good job of haunting me while I am on holiday.

I have written a FanFic about Matthias Water. Well, it IS only like two paragraphs long, but I shall be sending the author a copy of it, so that she might know how hooked I am to him.

I will miss my Tablet, because I'm not allowed to bring it along as my mother fears it might get stolen. There goes another chance to show off. Just kidding. So my thumbdrive carries all the fundamental documents and songs I would otherwise quite dramatically whine about, like I did the last time. I'm bringing along my notebook, too, so that I can exercise my fingers and writing.

I'll be at Changi Airport tomorrow, so if you see me, say hi.

I dare you to.

Best day of the year

Woah! The Musical Evening was effing awesome! We definitely improved a hell lot since the May concert. So we were extremely proud of our performance tonight. And for those who didn't go for the concert-well, too bad.

Twilight is out in the US and Canada. Lucky twats. We don't get it till December 18. The online world seems to have mixed feelings about the movie, some say it was absolutely amazing and they wanted to see it again, and others said it wasn't up to their standards. Whatever the case, I STILL WANT TO WATCH IT RIGHT NOW.

bleary morning

Good news. I have been upgraded one up to Venus. I think that's a so much better name because Venus is beautiful and all. Well, so is Earth, but Earth is so very commonplace.

Thank you, Zahin.

He banishes me to being Pluto I'm mean to him and stuff. Cause, you know, as Sarah Kabir very cleverly pointed out, and my little brother is also clever enough to know, Pluto is not a planet anymore, so that means I'm not cute when I'm mean.

This may seem like blabbering if you haven't read one of my last posts.

Andrew Lincoln (Mark)

Love Actually is such a great, great movie. It's British, it's hilarious, it's quirky, it's heart-warming. The movie isn't exactly new, but I watched it for the third time yesterday so my admiration for the movie and its actors have blossomed anew.

Did that make sense?

Hugh Grant is amazing in this. But my favourite male character was Mark. And actor Andrew Lincoln did an awesome job too, I thought.

By the way, only 4 more days till Twilight comes out in the US.

My REAL post

This is the real post for Saturday.

Firstly, let me just say that I've been mega busy the past few days, so if I've been neglecting your calls, SMSes, emails, or other online paraphernalia.

par⋅a⋅pher⋅na⋅lia

–noun

1.	(sometimes used with a singular verb) equipment, apparatus, or furnishing used in or necessary for a particular activity: a skier's paraphernalia.

2.	(used with a plural verb) personal belongings.

3. (used with a singular verb) Law. the personal articles, apart from dower, reserved by law to a married woman.

[Sorry, I just had to go search that word in dictionary.com cause although I used it, I didn't fully know what it meant. And it seems that I used it wrongly, but what the heck.]

So, anyway, the reason I've been busy is mostly choir practice. There's an awesome concert coming up that we're gonna be performing in. I'm really excited for this because we'll be dancing to ABBA songs Mamma Mia, Dancing Queen, Money, Money, Money and Chiquitita.

We're also wearing funky retro clothes, so the stage will be supremely psychedelic.

So, yes, it's going to be super cool.

Secondly, I love Muse.

Thirdly, it has been announced that there are going to be sequels to Twilight. New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, the whole fandango. Looks like Taylor Lautner got lucky.

And fourthly, according to US Weekly, President Obama and his daughter read Twilight together. If you were unsure of the series before, I'm sure you'll have no doubt in your mind now about Twilight's major awesomeness in general.

Well, I don't think I have anything further to add...

Oh wait! I saw this totally hot guy at Bukit Batok MRT Station the other day. And he used to be in my Primary School. Like, major wowie.

The Aaron Rose and Muse love is still blowing strong.

And can I say that I absolutely adore Yi Bin? Not only can she warm cold hands in the Ensemble Room, she can also play Viva la Vida on the piano. XOXO to you, my multi-talented friend.

Albums of fantabulous music

These albums are on my wish/buy list:

1. Absolution Muse
This is actually pretty old, so I don't think I might be able to get it in stores now. Sigh.

2. Black Holes and Revelations Muse
Want. It.

3. The Best of Radiohead Radiohead
I'm not a fan of Radiohead, technically, but I've heard only good things about their songs. And I do like "Creep" and "Fake Plastic Trees". Not to mention "Karma Police". They're weird and on first listen, scary, but later you realise they're brilliant. All introductory credit goes to my older brother. And no, I'm not trying to copy you, brother. I'm genuinely interested, thank you very much.


4. One of the Boys
Katy Perry. 'Nuff said.

Well, I might be able to get my hands on the Muse albums for a while thanks to my fabulous choir section leader, Lixin, so that's really cool. But still...owning an album is a completely different feeling. Trust me.

[love] you lot

Diyan: Yes, I know. Thanks!

Mith: Yeaahhh! We might get sick of each other eventually. Hahahahaha. We're going to be like in each others' faces all the time. But still, it's pretty cool, if you think about it.

Anon: How could I forget?

Yi Bin: This is exactly why I love you, Yibs. Thanks.

Adeline: Got an A in what? Oh, no! It's an imposter!

The Real Adeline: Ya, C3 all the effing way. It gets bland after a while, though. Thanks for letting me know about the paragraphs thing!

Alisa: Yeah, sure! But very unfortunately, I'm very, very busy until 22 Nov. There's a lot of choir practice. But if I find time, I know who to call!

I didn't know shit was a bad word. Well, OK, I did know, but does the tagboard really have to censor it? It's so common!

the latest love

I just adore Aaron Rose from Gossip Girl. He's the artisty type with a fringe over one eye and dresses really...artistically. It also helps that he's cute. Ha-ha.

Idiot to the highest degree

Orko, whyy do you have to be so completely infuriating? I understand that you like to spam my tagboard, but why do you have to DO IT TO MY FRIEND'S TAGBOARD? If you do it any longer, I swear, I'm going to tell my mother to tell yours that you're not to be allowed on the computer. Ever. I will tell her myself, even.

GROW UP ALREADY.

The name is Earth, planet earth

There are some things in my life that I will never understand.

Take for example my little brother’s obsession with the roundness of people’s faces.

It makes me so mad to hear him go on about how “cute” a certain person’s face is, ignoring the fact that that person might be standing two feet and a hearing range away from him.

He calls me “Earth”.

That’s right: “Earth”. My name is not in any way related to our planet, but according to Zahin, my face is. His theory is that the Earth is the third planet from the Sun, and since I am the third cutest in our five-member family, I’m the Earth.

Which is, of course, complete crap.

(For your information, the top two cutest people in my family are my mother and father. Our older brother is the least cute, in Zahin’s opinion.)

(Also please note that my little brother’s definition of ‘cute’ is very, very different from an average person’s.)

The guy, obviously, is a complete nut head. At age seven, no less. I fear for the boy’s sanity, really, I do.

Oh, anyway just something in a book I read recently that struck interesting to me: The protagonist was describing his English teacher and he said (in paraphrased form) that he “salivated over a particularly well-placed semi-colon”.

It took me only a few moments to figure out why that sounded so familiar.

The sentence structure in the previous paragraph is probably a little wonky and hard to understand, but I’m too lazy to review it.

I really should win an award for the ability to prattle on about one subject for the longest of times.

In latest Keong-email news (har-di-har-har): He sends a lot of emails, even during the holidays. But I don’t hold it against him, though. It is his job, and he happens to do it a little too well (note: this is a compliment). Nothing more to it. Although every time I see his name in my inbox coupled with the word “maths” I flinch ever so slightly and click on the email very cautiously. The only time I really panicked was the aforementioned email which suggested that the entire Sec 2 cohort had completed their Maths homework, excluding me, that is. Or something to that effect.

On to the latest email I bothered opening, it congratulated three people who received the Edusave Scholarship award in our class. I understand it is, to an extent, quite prestigious, but what about us poor souls who haven’t won a sodden thing who will look at that email and then look down at ourselves?

Rock on, Jynn Chee, by the way. For winning that award.

By the way, if Mr. Keong or any of the Crescent teachers read this, I mean no harm to anyone in any way.

[To the very few (but wonderful) people who actually occasionally peruse this blog: I have tried to break up my paragraphs into smaller paragraphs because I know my usual solid, massive paragraphs are tedious to read and make you want to rip your eyes out of their sockets...right?]

Cheers,
THE EARTH

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

This is what happens when one gets incredibly high, as my Facebook status so claims:

Me: YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo
Me: Um, sorry
Adeline: ?
Me: I'm incredibly high right now
Me: I just wanna jump around yelling my many forefathers' names at the top of my lungs
Adeline: haha it's okay
Me: and piss my parents off
Me: and get jailed overnight
Me: and then have a bad record for the rest of my life
Me: and see my hot neighbour give me a weird look
Me: SEEEEEEEEEEE
Me: OMG
Me: I am crazy
Me: HELP!
Adeline: hahahaha
Adeline: why?
Me: BECAUSE I AM COOL
Adeline: why you so high?
Me: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh
Me: I dunno, lah.
Me: SIGHHHHHH
Me: lol

For the record, I do not have a hot neighbour and may never have one.

If you read this and you're going, "I didn't know she was this crazy," I have to say this: You ain't seen nothing yet.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh

posts replies

Wow, there were so many posts that when I tried to reply to all of them, I kind of lost track of what I was trying to say, so I am dedicating this post to tag-replies.

Millicent: Yes, that would be very cool. And please add the Hossain part so people will know who you're talking about. :P I raved on about Water to my friend, Yi Bin, the other day and now she wants to be your illustrator. She's an amazing artist, so good on ya, Millicent. And please, stop responding to my lame cousin with cheem mega-huge paragraphs that no one can understand. :)

Shumi Apu: Thanks, my dearest cousin! And of course I don't mind. It's like an honour, you know? :) And yes, I have thought about writing as a career many, many times.

Adeline: Please, what fierce? I was just angry with Maths in general. Isn't everybody?

Orko: (Ignore)

Sham: You can go to a corner and curl up and die. But before that, let me copy your Maths homework. You will be remembered dearly.

I think that is all.

*face-palm*

Due to many questions on this matter, I have to clear this.

You do know I, me, myself am ZINE, right?

Yes, that's right. The blogger is me. And me is Zine. Also known as Mona, also known as Farzina, also known as Zina.

HAPPY, NOW?

Woo-hoo x500

Obama won, Obama won, Obama won!

Oh, yes! That is totally amazing.

But yeah, I'm not American, but I shall express no more enthusiasm than necessary.

What is up with my life lately? Do I hear a resounding "nothing"? Well, some of my friends came over yesterday and that was lots of fun cause we watched Stardust, fawned over Charlie Cox (on my part), played Would You Rather (a classic, I swear, you never go wrong with this game) and visited Abonti's beautiful home.

And now the Maths specimen paper, which we got for homework, is just begging me to do it already and stop procrastinating but I will not do it because, as I explained to Yan Yee, procrastination is, verily, what I am made of. And I shall not be wavered by the frown-inducing email Keong, uh, Mr Keong sent us saying that people have already finished ALL their Maths homework and are apparently thirsting for more. Which, I'm sorry to say, is possibly only true of a few very Hufflepuff-ish students in our class who don't suffer from the Procrastination Syndrome but one day just grabbed their Shinglee workbook and started doing all the Maths sums in sight.

Yes, I do realise I am rambling, but this is what I love to do, so I shall do it. And Regine was wrong because she mistook my love for Twilight for madness when the real madness ensues when I so much as glance at my Shinglee book and then recoil because I know that one day, in the probably very near future, I will have to touch the distatefully decorated thing.

Calm down, self, calm down.

Sometimes I wonder why I am so eccentric. Must be the genes. But being eccentric means not being boring, so that is good, I suppose.

I have also realised what a major beeyotch I am. No, really. As in, in my head. I am a terrible judge of character, especially when jealousy is involved. Or pissed-offedness. So yeah, I thought this particular person was a total *bleep* but actually that person is, and always will be, someone very close to me. And don't even TRY to guess who I'm talking about, because I will never, never tell you.

Oh, yes, anyway. I am very, very proud of Millicent. Good job! And remember, Water WAS FIRST WORSHIPPED BY ME. So any other fangirls will have to bug off. I mean, I have proof, okay? That list down there. Who's at Number 6? Huh?

Well, this was a very, very random and stupid post, but it IS my blog.