peanut butter monkeys
i have decided that i will skip a day of school every week to keep meself sane. you know how some people simply thrive on breathing school air, going to school toilets, and eating school canteen food? obviously i am not suited for this kind of hostile environment and i would simply ignite into flames one day if i keep throwing meself into these pits of hell called School.
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the thing about Birthdays, is that i never really cared much for them.
not that i don't bother to make my frens jolly and hairpee on their birthdays of course, but i just don't think that the Birthday is a very significant event unless it's Sweet Sixteen, Energetic Eighteen, or Tamade Twenty-one (when everything goes downhill thereafter).
i mean seriously, a Birthday can only happen once in a lifetime, and that is the day when one is born of course (Birth-Day, see?). wat is the point of celebrating the same day many years after? in remembrance of how you plopped out covered with blood and mucus and wailing like an ugly old person? (all newborns look like ugly old people). and your mother was probably screaming her lungs out cos she was in so much pain at that. Happy Birthday! indeed.
but if your parents managed to throw fanfare celebrations at that very instant in the surgical theatre, congratulations. but for the rest of us, i guess we missed the boat. too bad.
albeit it is always nice to have a surprise party thrown for you, or receive lovely gifts that day, i still think that Birthdays are overrated. we can do spontaneous stuff to bring some cheer to our dear frens at anytime of the year.
so i guess that's the reason why we celebrate Birthdays and Valentine's Days(useless day). to REMIND ourselves that we shouldn't take this special person for granted today. the other days of the year, we can just pretend he/she don't exist.
personally, my favorite celebration is Lunar New Year. i get tingling sensations up and down me spine when i see bak kwa and abalone commercials on tv. i find myself singing irrepressibly to the cheesy new year songs they blast in supermarkets. dong dong dong ciang!
ooh New Year. the festival of new clothes, food galore, and moolah. now, this is an event we can all celebrate every year, cos it happens every year - for real! not the Birth-Day, obviously. just another excuse to party that's all.
**
on a personal footnote, within the last 24 hours there have been 2 individuals of completely different backgrounds, gender and agenda who asked me the same question :
"do you speak english?"
oh yesh i spleak engrish velly weil indeet. vhy u ask?
BAH. GO AND DIE LA.
not the first time obviously. my rugby coach didn't speak to me for 2 months cos he thought i am taiwanese and since he's a true-blue ACS boy who can count the number of times he spoke chinese in his life with his 10 fingers, he communicated with me thru interpreters (aka my team mates).
imagine the shock on his face when he heard me speak one day, in articulate Queen's English with such crystal clear diction and poetic flair!
and during the first 3 months of jc, this River Valley honky-tonk girl actually asked me if i'm from China. i took one incredulous look at her uniform and tried to hide my evil smirk.
but i have to admit that i really hate conversing in engrish. it's terribly annoying to speak in haltering sentences and break off into a spontaneous chain of cheena words cos my puny brain cannot process me thoughts and translate em into engrish fast enough.
BUT it is okay. i guess i am an ah lian at heart, and since i am from Nanyang Girls, took chinese literature and speaks Mandarin in ten different fluent accents (shandong, hubei, beijing, eskimo etc) i guess it is okay for people to assume that i do not speak a word of engrish.
"can u speak english?" - random human
"apa ini? varnakam!" - Me
**
the thing about Birthdays, is that i never really cared much for them.
not that i don't bother to make my frens jolly and hairpee on their birthdays of course, but i just don't think that the Birthday is a very significant event unless it's Sweet Sixteen, Energetic Eighteen, or Tamade Twenty-one (when everything goes downhill thereafter).
i mean seriously, a Birthday can only happen once in a lifetime, and that is the day when one is born of course (Birth-Day, see?). wat is the point of celebrating the same day many years after? in remembrance of how you plopped out covered with blood and mucus and wailing like an ugly old person? (all newborns look like ugly old people). and your mother was probably screaming her lungs out cos she was in so much pain at that. Happy Birthday! indeed.
but if your parents managed to throw fanfare celebrations at that very instant in the surgical theatre, congratulations. but for the rest of us, i guess we missed the boat. too bad.
albeit it is always nice to have a surprise party thrown for you, or receive lovely gifts that day, i still think that Birthdays are overrated. we can do spontaneous stuff to bring some cheer to our dear frens at anytime of the year.
so i guess that's the reason why we celebrate Birthdays and Valentine's Days(useless day). to REMIND ourselves that we shouldn't take this special person for granted today. the other days of the year, we can just pretend he/she don't exist.
personally, my favorite celebration is Lunar New Year. i get tingling sensations up and down me spine when i see bak kwa and abalone commercials on tv. i find myself singing irrepressibly to the cheesy new year songs they blast in supermarkets. dong dong dong ciang!
ooh New Year. the festival of new clothes, food galore, and moolah. now, this is an event we can all celebrate every year, cos it happens every year - for real! not the Birth-Day, obviously. just another excuse to party that's all.
**
on a personal footnote, within the last 24 hours there have been 2 individuals of completely different backgrounds, gender and agenda who asked me the same question :
"do you speak english?"
oh yesh i spleak engrish velly weil indeet. vhy u ask?
BAH. GO AND DIE LA.
not the first time obviously. my rugby coach didn't speak to me for 2 months cos he thought i am taiwanese and since he's a true-blue ACS boy who can count the number of times he spoke chinese in his life with his 10 fingers, he communicated with me thru interpreters (aka my team mates).
imagine the shock on his face when he heard me speak one day, in articulate Queen's English with such crystal clear diction and poetic flair!
and during the first 3 months of jc, this River Valley honky-tonk girl actually asked me if i'm from China. i took one incredulous look at her uniform and tried to hide my evil smirk.
but i have to admit that i really hate conversing in engrish. it's terribly annoying to speak in haltering sentences and break off into a spontaneous chain of cheena words cos my puny brain cannot process me thoughts and translate em into engrish fast enough.
BUT it is okay. i guess i am an ah lian at heart, and since i am from Nanyang Girls, took chinese literature and speaks Mandarin in ten different fluent accents (shandong, hubei, beijing, eskimo etc) i guess it is okay for people to assume that i do not speak a word of engrish.
"can u speak english?" - random human
"apa ini? varnakam!" - Me
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