a couple of things that have been disturbing me:

- why do people complain so much about singapore? i dont think its that awful as they always like to make it out to be. maybe i'm being mountain tortoise-like but sometimes, you really just gotta ask yourself and when i toughen myself up, THEM why they grouse so.

is it because they truly feel opressed, restricted and oh i don't know, like dying stuck on our island? or are they just angsty for the sake of it and *raises eyebrow* because it's the 'hip' thing to do?

what is wrong with the chewing gum ban? it makes the country look better does it not and yay no eewy stuff on the lift buttons and bus stop seats. besides, we /already/ have enough Miscellaneous Unidentified Yecky stuff around why add chewing gum to the problem.
and geez if you honestly need a fix, its not as if their SO stringent in checking to make sure you're smuggling in *gasp* candy. im pretty sure their more concerned in looking out for sticks of explosive material wrapped in duct tape with a ticking clock with lots of intimidating wires snaking through the contraption.

really.

what the hell, why DO they make such a big fuss over GUM?? get a life.

you know, this rant has induced a flash back. i remember when i was really short [ie. a kid] maybe

- on a more superficial and no-biggie note, i think my sister [or Mother Dearest for that matter] have been filching with my stuff and buying replacements. *glances furtively around* tsk tsk she is not good at being well, sneaky at all. have i not teached her anything at ALL? well, i suppose not since she's never realized once in awhile i take her stuff too oh i am good! anyway, i had a porepack on the other day [yes i know - Bimbo Moment]when sniff sniff, how come this one smells different? i checked the box and realized that hey, i ddn buy THIS Aromatherepy set! no way would i buy something with Green Tea [i hate the stuff] - mine had pink flowers on it and smelled um, pinker. i looked into the box to see that the Culprit had even removed a couple of 'em so it wouldn't look so suspicious but HAH she forgot the most important detail.

i bet it's cuz it was the only box they sold in NTUC and she grabbed it in her blind panick.

hehe i am quite amused by this whole event. more so if it is actually my lil sister. and if it actually happens to by my mom, mwaha i'll have a valid reason to use her stuff without asking oh whoopeedee!
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today for some reason, appeared surreal to me. although it wasn't as if a giant green bubble spaceship had landed in front of me and transported me senselessly to the north pole where i then had breakfast with the polar bears there.

it was a perfectly normal day.

i had my religious class exams today where i was very tempted to write sarcastic and witty answers for the majority of the questions that i had no idea what they were talking about but i realized that they wouldn't be awarding sympathy marks to smart-ass answers so i decided against it.

oh i exagerrate. i only ddn know how to do maybe a handful but somehow i know that according to the Law of Exam-Taking When One Does Not Study, i'll still probably fail.

you know, there is this teacher who would find my rhetorical and wry answers oh so funny and he'll be chortling along giving me marks because he actually has the rare 'Cool and Hip' element that is NOT found in religious teachers.
and yes i do know that by using the terms 'cool' and 'hip' i have absolutely killed the perception that i am funkeh. oh whoops there's another murder!

i would use the word radical to describe him but *sneaks furtive glances around* goverment officials may be spying around blogs of teenage girls and think i am referring to a terrorist mentor and arrest him for suspicions that he has plans to inconspicuosly leave a bomb hidden in a tacky teddy bear that was probably made in china on the left corner of a mrt station bench tsk tsk.

i digress.

he would be giving me marks only to have my paper suddenly snatched away by theother Eville Teachers just because they hate him because he is the only one we listen to and have no intention to sleep in his class. and i know that sentence is rather in coherent but yeah i do not care.

there was this Islamic History question asking about this guy that i know nothing of. it was on the last page and the answer lines they gave filled up the whol epaper and it would be very bad to leave such Emptiness in a very obvious place so i wrote a short note apologizing for my augh, incompetence and proceeded to vomit out what i DID know about the other guys. heheh.

i hope they'll be nice and at least read through it and not slash it with angry marks of Teacher Red Ink.

afterwards, i went to jurong cuz i wanted to check out their newly-furnished library because the very much hyped-up Teens section is really cool with music playing and it even has those dj decks that you can fiddle around with. but you know what i really went there for?

beanbags.

replacing stiff benches and un-ergonomically designed stools, they have giant beanbags littered all over the place! oh what fun - i had my heart set upon settling down in one of them reading a book while eating chocolates [you're allowed to eat there, another whee-ness factor] but in my euphoria, i forgot of course, that it only opened yesterday and the Kiasu Crowd spillover from the day before, would be here today. *sighs* i saw the crowd gathering outside the entrance and felt my heart falter

so instead, i went to the Popular and got my sister her birthday present. i was at first going to get her one of those pop-ish books [ala Princess Diaries] but decided that being 12 years old, i shall not allow her to suffer years of having to read less than Good books so she would not have to suffer like me who had ploughed through an unfortunate number of books not worth the Brain Bother.

i flipped through it and liked it alot. it had a dry sense of humour to it without being overly dark so that she'd end up traumatized or worse, not get it and completely waste my money.

"The Curious Incident of the Dog in The Night-time - Mark Haddon"

snug in my bag, i was heading home on the mrt telling myself 'dont read it dont read it let her read it then YOU can but oh oh she reads so SLOOW' and the temptation was too great and i ripped it out from its shrink-wrap and happily proceeded reading.

so i sat on the mrt calculating that when i reach the halfway mark in the book, i'll drop off and take the opposite train so that by the time i reach my stop, i would finish the book. and so i did.
its surprisingly very nice reading on the train. i was snuggled on a seat nearest to the door leaning on the glass thingy and not thinking about the butt pressed against my head seperated by a thin sheet of glass. except when this weird looking guy in a Mat Rock get-up sat beside me even though i sent out Psychic Vibes of don't sit beside me don't sit beside me but i suppose cigarettes dull your senses to receive said Vibes because he also stank of stale smoke yeck.

the book is now under my dictonary being Flattened because there is no way of retaining a new unopened book's fresh crispness and flatness. even though i opened it barely a crack.

yeah right. ok so i didnt but i took care not to make those wrinkles on the spine thing!..i really hope she likes it.