Yeah. The tag was like, cacat-ed, so Sammie's editting it.
1.) Besides your lips, where is the favorite spot to get kissed?
My forehead. :) My nose? XD
2.) How did you feel when you woke up this morning?
Not lazy enough to stay in bed.
3.) Who was the last person/people you took a photo with?
My sister. I think.
4.) Would you consider yourself spoiled?
I know better than to let myself be.
5.) Will you ever donate blood?
Yes. When I’m old enough.
6.)Have you ever had a best friend who was the opposite sex?
Yeah, I have a team of them. :)
7.)Do you want some one to be dead?
No. Because not everyone I know has fully lived life.
8.) What does your last text message say?
"I'm not coming on the 8th." Okay, I'll skip too!
9.) What are you thinking right now?
Ishh...I'm actually redoing this tag.
10.) Do you want someone to be with you now?
I wouldn’t mind. :)
11.) What was the time you went to bed last night?
Like...twelve-something-ish.
12.) Where did you buy the tee that you are wearing now?
Central Chidlom, Bangkok.
13.) Is some one on your mind right now?
Yes.
14.) Who was the last person who text you?
Yun Lynn.
TEN Lucky Person to do this quiz...those who did this before would not be tagged again (do it if you want to)
1. Jason Chen Kok Ho
2. Chong Phei Fern
3. Esther Tan
4. Hong Han Xiang
5. Rachel Law
6. Lim Hong Wei
7. Wan Yun Lynn
8. Gavin Ng Joon Wai
9. Danush Parameswaran
10. Roy Beh Huai Jun
15. Who is no.2 having a relationship with? [Phei Fern]
No one...as far as I know.
16.Is no.3 a male or a female? [Esther]
Female. Definitely.
17.If no.7 and no.1 got together would it be good? [Jason and Yun Lynn]
OMIGOSH. OMIGOSH. OMIGOSH!
18.what is no.1 studing about? [Jason]
Everything I’m studying.
19.When was the last time you chatted with them?
All of them: within the week. Except for Beh.
20.Is no.4 single? [Han Xiang]
Yes. I would know. XP
21. Say something about no.2. [Phei Fern]
She likes pinching my cheeks? LOL.
22.What do you think of no.2 and no.6 together? [Phei Fern and Hong Wei]
Um...um...um...omigosh?
23.Describe no.9. [Danush Parameswaran]
Our gold medalist! \m/ >.< \m/ And critic of my brownie recipe. X)
24.What would you do if no.6 and no.7 fight? [Yun Lynn and Hong Wei]
Don’t you dare. Both of you.
25.Do you like 8? [Gavin]
Sorry, but he’s taken by a certain someone...XD We wonder who.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Canai-ed. (editted)
Before anything else, this comes on Hong Wei's request.
Sorry that the only thing I remember about my speech for the public speaking competition was the roti canai part. X)
"Bahasa Melayu can in fact be compared to, say, a roti canai. Now, if we added eggs to the roti canai, thus making it a roti telur, would it lose it's identity as a roti canai? No, the essence of the roti canai still remains within the roti telur. Such is the case of studying English while still up keeping the values of our national language, Bahasa Melayu."
That's what kind of on-the-spot nonsense I come up with for not preparing at all. But my spontaneous crap was so much better than my memorized script and notes. XD
(Which I am too lazy to type out. So just ask me personally for my chicken-scratch points. XP)
There was once a wise guy who shared this philosophy: Life is like a roti canai. :) You should hear it, it's awesome. I bet he would have been so proud to hear me earlier today. X) Right?
All the other contestants were so much more prepared. I loved the DJ participants, they were so awesomee. :) Monica and I were like, the last few. Thus giving us more time to freak out.
If either of us get picked for the finals, it'd be like...a miracle. We were so nervous we couldn't even eat. And during this short period of total hyperventilation (on my part), I think one of our biggest mistakes was to compare Praveen...to Danush. O.O What re-tard-ed-ness.
I think among the other participants, we were like, the youngest. All of them were so experienced. Compared to us. Utterly clueless. But, like Monica said, it was good exposure. (Therefor we are so going back next year, right?!)
I wanted to stay back. But Pn. Vee had to leave. So we went back to school to lepak. :)
Out of the number of Sam-where-were-you-why-didn't-you-come-to-receive-your-medal-???'s, Zoe's was still the best. :)
"Sam! Where were you today? How come I didn't know there was a public speaking competition?? Oh well. I still screamed for you the loudest during assembly!"
Lol. Thanks, dear.
Sorry that the only thing I remember about my speech for the public speaking competition was the roti canai part. X)
"Bahasa Melayu can in fact be compared to, say, a roti canai. Now, if we added eggs to the roti canai, thus making it a roti telur, would it lose it's identity as a roti canai? No, the essence of the roti canai still remains within the roti telur. Such is the case of studying English while still up keeping the values of our national language, Bahasa Melayu."
That's what kind of on-the-spot nonsense I come up with for not preparing at all. But my spontaneous crap was so much better than my memorized script and notes. XD
(Which I am too lazy to type out. So just ask me personally for my chicken-scratch points. XP)
There was once a wise guy who shared this philosophy: Life is like a roti canai. :) You should hear it, it's awesome. I bet he would have been so proud to hear me earlier today. X) Right?
All the other contestants were so much more prepared. I loved the DJ participants, they were so awesomee. :) Monica and I were like, the last few. Thus giving us more time to freak out.
If either of us get picked for the finals, it'd be like...a miracle. We were so nervous we couldn't even eat. And during this short period of total hyperventilation (on my part), I think one of our biggest mistakes was to compare Praveen...to Danush. O.O What re-tard-ed-ness.
I think among the other participants, we were like, the youngest. All of them were so experienced. Compared to us. Utterly clueless. But, like Monica said, it was good exposure. (Therefor we are so going back next year, right?!)
I wanted to stay back. But Pn. Vee had to leave. So we went back to school to lepak. :)
Out of the number of Sam-where-were-you-why-didn't-you-come-to-receive-your-medal-???'s, Zoe's was still the best. :)
"Sam! Where were you today? How come I didn't know there was a public speaking competition?? Oh well. I still screamed for you the loudest during assembly!"
Lol. Thanks, dear.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Drama.
"I need to reload this!"
"Can we go now?"
"I like it hot."
"That's what my mom used to say!"
XD
Presenting: Adri and I. Plus Riyal, our Taliban commander. XD
Today, we decided to have a total syok-sendiri drama session. =) Unfortunately, "Jin Tan" and Danielle went to McD's for lunch, Neil was in Interact (probably cursing us XP) and I don't think the others were informed...but oh well. :) Lyn, Esther, Zoe, Riyal, Adri and I were good enough. :)
We were late! (Miss Ann would have made us "run rounds". XD) Thanks to lepak-ing at our "drama table" in the canteen. X) Ended up behind the hall. Where we started being the retards we were. Actually we were retards from lunch until three. :)
I've still got the Irish drinking song stuck in my head. XD We so have to continue next week. And the week after that. And the week after that. And I think the week after that we need to start studying for trials. Never mind. We'll have "study sessions". XD
I didn't know I could speak Mandarin and Cantonese until today! o.O But I can. :) I fascinate myself sometimes.
We'll have the time of our lives keeping this tradition next year. Half our team is leaving. But I can't imagine life without drama. Remember what Pn. Ernice said right before our competition? Even if we lose out, even if we disappoint ourselves, the thing about our team is that we'll never give up, we have to continue striving for this. (Well, somewhere along those lines.) Even if Pn. Ernice is leaving us.
I still don't believe Michael goes to our church. Omigosh. (He scares me. I can't imagine casually seeing him one day.) How come we never invited him to give us a drama workshop?! (Even though the exercises he did with us still scare me.) I mean, we have a dramatist right here under our nose and we had to ask Colin to come? (Katanya, "she wants high-profile". I can believe that.) I don't believe I've never like, noticed the guy. I thought he looked familiar. And he used spiritual foundation that seemed almost too familiar. Oh well. I don't believe this is new to me.
My days are numbered. Soon there won't be any more "Little Sam". Soon there'll be "Only Sam". *sighs.
I lost my precious singing voice. I think it went up like, half an octave. And the worst part about it is that I know exactly what caused it. Remember the time my voice used to be like, my greatest pride? I wish I had those sore-but-honeyed vocal chords back.
I don't need these issues in my life right now. If you do, I suppose I can't do anything about it.
"Can we go now?"
"I like it hot."
"That's what my mom used to say!"
XD
Presenting: Adri and I. Plus Riyal, our Taliban commander. XD
Today, we decided to have a total syok-sendiri drama session. =) Unfortunately, "Jin Tan" and Danielle went to McD's for lunch, Neil was in Interact (probably cursing us XP) and I don't think the others were informed...but oh well. :) Lyn, Esther, Zoe, Riyal, Adri and I were good enough. :)
We were late! (Miss Ann would have made us "run rounds". XD) Thanks to lepak-ing at our "drama table" in the canteen. X) Ended up behind the hall. Where we started being the retards we were. Actually we were retards from lunch until three. :)
I've still got the Irish drinking song stuck in my head. XD We so have to continue next week. And the week after that. And the week after that. And I think the week after that we need to start studying for trials. Never mind. We'll have "study sessions". XD
I didn't know I could speak Mandarin and Cantonese until today! o.O But I can. :) I fascinate myself sometimes.
We'll have the time of our lives keeping this tradition next year. Half our team is leaving. But I can't imagine life without drama. Remember what Pn. Ernice said right before our competition? Even if we lose out, even if we disappoint ourselves, the thing about our team is that we'll never give up, we have to continue striving for this. (Well, somewhere along those lines.) Even if Pn. Ernice is leaving us.
I still don't believe Michael goes to our church. Omigosh. (He scares me. I can't imagine casually seeing him one day.) How come we never invited him to give us a drama workshop?! (Even though the exercises he did with us still scare me.) I mean, we have a dramatist right here under our nose and we had to ask Colin to come? (Katanya, "she wants high-profile". I can believe that.) I don't believe I've never like, noticed the guy. I thought he looked familiar. And he used spiritual foundation that seemed almost too familiar. Oh well. I don't believe this is new to me.
My days are numbered. Soon there won't be any more "Little Sam". Soon there'll be "Only Sam". *sighs.
I lost my precious singing voice. I think it went up like, half an octave. And the worst part about it is that I know exactly what caused it. Remember the time my voice used to be like, my greatest pride? I wish I had those sore-but-honeyed vocal chords back.
I don't need these issues in my life right now. If you do, I suppose I can't do anything about it.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
in the shadow of Your wings, Hide me. (editted)
I feel so suffocated.
Pressured. Trapped. Forced.
All I want is for everyone else to BACK OFF.
Everything seemed to be going so right.
It still is.
But I don't want this daydream. I don't want to go on living like this.
I want my focus-driven self back, even if no one cares. Even if they're the ones tying to pull me away from achieving it.
I've got a better measure of myself than anyone ever will. And that small part of my brain that hasn't been dented is screaming, "What on earth do you think you're doing?!?! Get back on track now, you out-of-control maniac!"
I don't want this smile to be the only thing in my life right now. I want and I need more substance than that. I'm not shallow. I'm not willing to sacrifice my time, my studies, my family relationships and my love for God on top of everything else just because the rest of my friends are so obsessed with it. I don't mind walking away. I don't mind losing the high I get from it. Because I know myself better than that, and all I want is good for me.
This is as far away from "good for me" as smoking is.
It's not that I don't want this. It's not that I don't want you. But why do things keep coming in package deals? Why are complications always the cons? All I asked for was the simplest of sparks. But when I got it, everything else exploded on me.
Be careful what you wish for. Because God loves pampering His children, especially the little ones. You're gonna get more than what you ask.
I don't have the choice to keep it simple anymore. Because simple this is not.
If the world was my stage, my life would be a drama series. And it's up to the audience to interpret it the way they want. I play the part the way I feel it should be played, that's my job done and I don't care what other people think. (Thick skin, that's what we got from that. XD) I'm in this role because He knew I could handle what it was going to bring on me.
But I just can't expect everyone else to be able to cope with me. I wish they knew that the only way out is to change their own attitudes.
"Life is not a problem until you make it one." -Marcia Yap
People choose to make things more complicated for themselves. Everything is so simple. They just don't want to see that.
I can work with anything. I'm not sensitive. I'm not picky. You choose to think that way; you make me what you think I am. People think I'm like a ticking bomb liable to explode at any moment. Ha. If they think this is explosive, they have not been shot off the face of the earth yet.
Some people are soo touchy. I suppose they just have nothing better to do.
Pressured. Trapped. Forced.
All I want is for everyone else to BACK OFF.
Everything seemed to be going so right.
It still is.
But I don't want this daydream. I don't want to go on living like this.
I want my focus-driven self back, even if no one cares. Even if they're the ones tying to pull me away from achieving it.
I've got a better measure of myself than anyone ever will. And that small part of my brain that hasn't been dented is screaming, "What on earth do you think you're doing?!?! Get back on track now, you out-of-control maniac!"
I don't want this smile to be the only thing in my life right now. I want and I need more substance than that. I'm not shallow. I'm not willing to sacrifice my time, my studies, my family relationships and my love for God on top of everything else just because the rest of my friends are so obsessed with it. I don't mind walking away. I don't mind losing the high I get from it. Because I know myself better than that, and all I want is good for me.
This is as far away from "good for me" as smoking is.
It's not that I don't want this. It's not that I don't want you. But why do things keep coming in package deals? Why are complications always the cons? All I asked for was the simplest of sparks. But when I got it, everything else exploded on me.
Be careful what you wish for. Because God loves pampering His children, especially the little ones. You're gonna get more than what you ask.
I don't have the choice to keep it simple anymore. Because simple this is not.
If the world was my stage, my life would be a drama series. And it's up to the audience to interpret it the way they want. I play the part the way I feel it should be played, that's my job done and I don't care what other people think. (Thick skin, that's what we got from that. XD) I'm in this role because He knew I could handle what it was going to bring on me.
But I just can't expect everyone else to be able to cope with me. I wish they knew that the only way out is to change their own attitudes.
"Life is not a problem until you make it one." -Marcia Yap
People choose to make things more complicated for themselves. Everything is so simple. They just don't want to see that.
I can work with anything. I'm not sensitive. I'm not picky. You choose to think that way; you make me what you think I am. People think I'm like a ticking bomb liable to explode at any moment. Ha. If they think this is explosive, they have not been shot off the face of the earth yet.
Some people are soo touchy. I suppose they just have nothing better to do.
Thanks to my darling, ballet-pro, way-too-skinny, cheerleading-obsessed flyer of a sister who was happily using the computer yesterday afternoon, I just got 10 bucks of credit for free.
No, it is not a good thing. I am going to feel so guilty if I don't use it back on him.
I already feel guilty for the fact that it was snuck into school illegally and Li Hui was freaking out about the fact that there was going to be a spot check and it was in the hands of a student sitting next to a prefect.
No more free credit. Understand? No more.
I am never going to let a guy buy me credit ever again.
Unless I deserved it. ;)
Every one of my friends is so hurt. It hurts me just to see them hurt like that. It hurts to know the reason why and not be able to do anything about it. It hurts to not be able to give advice they could use. It hurts not knowing what to say.
But I can't solve their problems for them. Those are not mine. I'm the one making my life the problem-free fairytale that it is right now. And just because they're problem-fied, that doesn't mean I have to be problem-fied too. I'm perfectly content being problem-free.
You guys will live through it. People always do. X)
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