A creepy crawly episode~
COCKROACH in my room!!
First, a short crazy cockroach episode from Gintama anime as the introduction... :P



Cockroach
An insect that strikes fear or anger in everyone.
A single word can cause havoc. Suddenly you can hear screamings and whackings.
Well it happened that a cockroach ran into my room yesterday night. And I screamed! lol. A common reaction among girls I think. Screaming for their parents' or brother's help. Though there are some brave girls.
So while my father was bravely trying to find and catch that creepy thing, my mum, my sis and me were just cowering outside in fright.
Hey! We didn't just close the door and leave him alone to fight the cockroach while we comfortably soak in the cockroachless living room. Although there was a strong urge to just run away. lol.
So we helped by handing him some weapons as my father ordered.
Dad: Broomstick!
Me: Wah Dad, catching the snitch or the cockroach?
Sis: Hmm, a flying cockroach looks like the snitch.
Me: Oh ya hor! But I've checked. We don't have Firebolt or Nimbus 2000.
Dad: Oi! The kill cockroach broom la!
Me: Oh! You mean parang? Or katana. Or Zanpakutou, or--"
Dad: Normal broomstick! Or you catch it yourself hor...
"Oh okok..."
Ignoring the above "made-up" speech, we got him a broomstick, a chair and a plastic bag.
So while he was finding the cockroach after it zoomed out of my cupboard and to somewhere near my table,
The rest were doing some sort of cheerleading.
"Dad! Do you want a torchlight?"
"Dad, Do you need an insecticide or pesticide?"
"No need la! I'll just whack till it suicides."
With that, he and we(behind) were trying to find that creepy crawly for a few minutes.
In vain.
No way will I spend my night in my room knowing that a cockroach is crawling around somewhere!
Although some pro life activist will protest against cockroach homicide,
I really think I'll get a nightmare, probably imagining some huge dark brown oval creature with six hairy legs and feelers crawling over my face.
Or about Fear Factor and its ice blended cockroach juice. GROSS!
Ok I shall not go on with the description lol.
After a search with the torchlight, we found it!
Hiding at a dark spot at the corner of my room, where my room light failed to reach.
Smart HOR!
I think it must have read the hidden stack of ninja manuals in my room.
(There are lots of books in my room as I've recently borrowed them from the library)
So yeah! It's caught! Three cheers for the brave hero! lol.

End of creepy crawly episode~

*I think I should do a cockroach poll.

Book finished: Kite Runner! Great book! A must read! :)

Badminton @ NUS hall from 10-12noon.
Actually since both of us were late, we started 45 mins later. Lol.
10:45-- Game start! Theme: Forget the rules! hAvE fun!

Tactic 1:
Scary martial arts pose then... haiiiyaaaa!!! Served!
Lady Hellebusch strike 1!
YH down!!
Huh? Strike 1 only??

Tactic 2:
Backward serve using 2 hands... Kachaa!!! Served!
YH strike 1!
Lady Hellebusch strike 2!
YH down!
Huh?! 2 only??
Those pros in the other courts must be laughing! :S

Tactic 3:
Lefthand whack! Beginner's luck tactic.
Hmm. Lefthand cannot serve so use normal righthand serve. Pakk!!!
YH strike 1!
Lady Hellebusch strike 2!
YH strike 3!
Out!
Oh but Lady Hellebusch strikes it back! strikes 4!
YH down!
Oh gosh.

Tactic 4:
Lady Hellebusch serves! strike 1!
YH chiong ah!!! Oops!! Slipped and fell! Owww! :S
Half time!!

So after much sweat and blood is lost, after employing many strategic tactics, after my legs had turned wobbly from the fierce fight and after hungry pangs struck from 1hr of badminton,
I lost.
And Lady Hellebusch won.
lol. Congratz!
It was a great and fun game! Lots of laughing and joking around :P

Here's a video from the anime Gintama -- a badminton game! so exaggerating LOL.



Yay! So we changed clothes and I grabbed a 100Plus drink before we headed down to Vivo City for lunch.
Ate: Lemon chicken rice and swiss fries @ the Banquet at B1 --> Verdict: Fantasic! 5/5!
Mood: Great! We'll do that again!

Thoughts~

I love to walk along the path from the mrt to my home after the rain. As I strolled under the shady trees, the cooling breeze of the after-rain felt fresh on my skin. And the breeze would sweep through vast green fields gently, forming what seemed like the waves of an ocean. On the path I took, few cars would travel along the roads, thus the air was quiet and clean.

Normally, I would think about just going home to rest, or ways I can buck up on my studies, or how much homework I have to do when I reach home. But today, as half of my holidays are gone and as I took my time to reach home, I thought about a few things. And while sitting here and typing, I thought of a few more things.

Along the path, I questioned my existence. Why am I here?
Well, the simplest answer would be that my mother gave birth to me, so I am here. But to ask further back, why did my mother give birth to me and to no other? How did ‘I’ come about? And why is there an ‘I’? Why am I ‘I’? As in, why am I who I am? And why here and no other places?

And as I sat at my table and staring into the computer screen, I questioned the purpose of my existence. Am I here to eat, study, work, spend money then die? Am I here to seek temporary material and non-material satisfactions? Am I here to slack, play computer games and enjoy my life while other people elsewhere suffer? Then what is life? What is enjoyment? Why do some have it while others don’t? Where do the rights come from? Why the sufferings? Why the unfairness?

Ok if I continue thinking, I *might* end up being a nun. lol
Well for some questions, there are no answers. So it is what it is because it is just meant to be that way. As for answerable ones, it differs from person to person. And even if I answer it now, I may have a different answer some time later. So I’ll keep it to myself :)
What’s your answer?

~~*Society is like a huge picture puzzle and we make up the pieces. And there are no identical pieces although some have similar characteristics with another. Also, just like how a piece affects those around it, we affect the people around us too.*~~

I've been having a bad stomachache for almost 2 weeks. And the Doctor told me to abstain from dairy products till i'm fully recovered.

I can do it! I told myself.
I shall not falter at the sight of the delicious peanut butter spread, the tasty butter and the creamy cheeses in my refrigerator.
No, I'll ignore them all.
I shall use only Jam for my bread.
Come on. Jam is tasty too right? And it's all the way from US.
And there shall be no savory milk in my cereals.
None for my hot tea, coffee and milo either.

And when I go out, I must resist the cunning voices in my head.
They are trying to tempt me to the Dark Side.
I will defy the other voice that told me to Just Eat It.
How can I resist them anyway?
Shut up! I can!
I mean, I believe I can.
My tongue shall not seek the divine milk bubble tea on my left.
Neither will I believe that what I'm smelling is the aroma of some cheesy lasagna.
Impossible.
Pastamania doesn't have lasagna.
To confirm, I asked: "Is there lasagna?"
"Yes, we have beef lasagna."
No. He said no.
Just as I thought, they didn't have any.
Scanning down the menu, I must be imagining the sumptuous creamy pasta too.
It's all just an illusion.
I don't think they have that either.
Somehow my stomachache is having a bad effect on my brain.
Must be the medicine I took.
Will check with the doc again later.
Now all of a sudden I felt someone walk past from behind.
Without knowing why, I turned.
I blinked. Then turned away quickly.
I didn't see anything did I?
No, wait.
I saw someone feasting on a hot melted cheese and ham takoyaki from takopachi.
No!!
I mean, I saw a shuai ge then I turned away because I'm blushing.
Really!
I'm really not that interested in hot melted cheese and ham takoyaki.

"I feel like eating nachos cheese!!"
uh?? WHO SAID THAT?! OWN UP!
"Me too!" PJ said, looking at me.
Huh?? That was me??
No way!!
"Eh..."
"Hmm, but maybe next time ba. Cos' later not enough money to buy shoes." PJ added.
Phewwwww.

Ah... I wonder if Bugis has delifrance.
With my favourite hot chocolate and whipped cream.
But. Milk again! Why does every of my favourite food contain milk or cheese??
Sigh.

"Uncle, one milk tea pearl please."
"$1.50"
"Thanks"

Oops.

Yesterday--
Went for a swim with PJ
Then to Bugis. Bought 2 $5 watches, 1 Billabong bag and 1 Everlast canvas shoes. I shall not give the prices for the last 2. lol.
Ate beef noodles w chilli @ Honguo. Nice! but oily. Verdict: 3.5/5
That's all~~

A Day at PS~

Sister has changed into outing clothes.
Brother: Where are you going?
Sister: Out.
Brother: Of course going out la! Where are you going to?
Sister: Somewhere.
Brother: ...... Of course somewhere la! Where exactly?!
Sister: Plaza Sing la. Why you ask so much.......
Brother: Huh?!
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Went to the ladies~
Girl in washroom cubicle. Mother walks into the ladies washroom.

Mother: Girl ah! Where are you?
Girl: Here.
Mother: Where?
Girl: Here!
Mother: Which cubicle?
Girl: One of them.
Mother: Of course la! Aiya never mind. I'm going toilet too... Wait for me hor!
Girl: Ok.

Girl comes out of the washroom cubicle. Mother still hasn't.

Girl: Mummy! Where are you?
Mother: Here.
Girl: Where?
Mother: Here la!
Girl: Which one?
Mother: One of them.

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After watching a movie (PS)
Along the path from cinema exit to PS main area.

Lady Hellebusch: Wah. So many turnings after the cinema exit.
June: Yeah! It's a long way to Narnia..
Lady Hellebusch: Ah. We'll never get there like this...
June:We must believe in Aslan!
Lady Hellebusch: Aslan? He isn't real, he's a myth.
June: He was real seconds ago. I saw him. My eyes didn't fail me.
Lady Hellebusch: Your glasses looks more real to me.
June: What's wrong with glasses? Harry Potter saw Hogwarts very clearly.
Lady Hellebusch: Harry Potter isn't real either.
June: Oh he is. I read his bibliography.
Lady Hellebusch: Oh yeah? Well he's the boy who lived-- in storybooks.
June: Oh yeah. He Lived in storybooks but Lives for real. That's why it's called a biblio.
Lady Hellebusch: Alright alright... Then, shall we take platform 9 and 3/4?
June: No way! It's the school holidays! And it only gets us to NUS.
Lady Hellebusch: Ah. The boring lives of muggles...
June: Muggers you mean.
Lady Hellebusch: Indeed!

*"Aslan? He isn't real, he's a myth." (Some Telmarines didn't believe that Narnians existed)
Movie watched: Prince Caspian!

Should I change my major?
Economics has turned into mathematism and I'm going nuts. lol.
Considering English Lit, Psychology and Japanese Studies.
English Lit because I'm currently writing stories.
Psychology because it's interesting.
Japanese Studies because I like the Japanese language.
Well that's unless I can switch to accountancy or somehow miraculously get a scholarship to study animation in Japan. :)
Although we should not be so fickle and stick to one path, but one path can be splitted into many others and may be joined with other paths too.
Hmm, I really don't know. Although "not all who wander are lost", I'm like a lost wanderer.
haha. :S

J: 8-year old

Teacher: J, please seat with David over there.
J: But why teacher? He's naughty and bullies people all the time!
Teacher: Because you are a good and quiet girl, and he can learn to be good from you.
*In J's mind: But he might bully me! And why put me with bad company?
J: But teacher!--
Teacher: No buts! sit there as i tell you to.
J: (walks reluctantly to her new seat) Yes teacher.

Everyday, he bullies her and makes fun of her. Spitting at her was his favorite joke. Even when she was bullied during lessons, the teachers seemed blind to it. And being quiet, she didn't know how to speak up and just tolerated. As time when by, her only "friend" was the bully who sat beside her.
Soon, she dreaded going to school. But her parents only chided her for being disobedient when she begged to return home. Also, they only cared about her grades and since they weren't good, she would be punished & caned , therefore she didn't talk about other "unimportant" things. Crying all the time, she was soon known as the class crybaby.
But who really understood? Who even asked?
**
Please use an adult's positive influence on a bully instead. Grades aren't everything and observe beneath the child's surface behaviour. Don't assume.