Potty classes

Demi Moore lied!!!!

This:

SO isnt as easy as she makes it look! I'm talking about the pottery, not her half naked, half deceased husband pretending to look interested at her pot.

IT IS SO DIFFICULT!!!!

Either i can't get it to stand up, or the rim becomes a curvy coral, or the thickness is all wrong, or ruin it while transfering from the wheel to the plank

*looks to the heavens*

Wheel throwing just isnt my calling.

BUT i did find Demi-Moore-The-2nd!

All this while, she's been disguising herself as Choo Hwei Wan! Right under my nose!

She is super pro!

Just turn your back for 5secs to wrestle with the stubborn glob of wet clay on your wheel and *poof* she's made this perfect maggie mee bowl (which i LOVE by the way).

She has about 15 perfectly made pots by now, and i have...hmm..about 3? wobbly ones? ...

hehe. *salute*

Anyways holidays are coming to an end, next monday to be exact.

But before anyone gets TOO depressed, delight yourself in some pieces of art =p

The Flowerly Teapot for grandma

I wonder if you can see it, but do you see the lil ladybug

right next to the spout? EeEee...my fav part of it!

Meet Cross-eyed-Joe. The cross eyed turtle who was

actually ONCE a bowl. But ah well, things change.

Cross-eyed-Joe's swirly shell. (@.@)

This is a mug.

Instruction manual: THIS is wat a mug is for, getting drunk.

*burp*

Old school

Back in primary school, it was the ‘in’ thing for every girl to keep a diary.
If I had a diary, today’s entry would sound a little like this:

Dear Diary,
Today I woke up at 10am. Realized Lesley was late for her class, AGAIN. Drove her to collage with cacat-ed hair and a face ready for Halloween. Drove back home, couldn’t go back to sleep though I tried, so watched “Mr.Bean’s Holiday” which was a major let down by the way. Am realizing most movies don’t impress me anymore. Hmm is this what they refer to as ‘growing up’? Haha I hope not, then it would be boring.

Lunch was rather uneventful, in fact now I think about it, I cant recall what I had…hmm… anyways moving on…

Went to church to help with the special kids tuition. But only half the class showed up today. It was great to see them again after their school holidays. But I did regret not getting to say goodbye to Brian the boy I had been coaching the past weeks, as this was my last week before uni reopens. Reasons to smile today:
He threw the ball in a straight line today =)
She made eye contact with her workbook while coloring =)
He sang out loud today =)
He couldn’t stop smiling and laughing =)
She helped pick up and return the balls that fell down from the cupboard =)

I wonder if I will end up teaching one day.

Came home, and slept (can you believe it?) more.

Had noodles for dinner. But am beginning to feel it was a little too spicy to agree with my tummy.

Heard some song (wonder how it got there) on my laptop that made me want to emo. Then I changed it to one of Rachel’s-don’t -make-sense-lyrics-song and its kinda hard to emo with those kinda songs. Sometimes I really can’t understand what goes on in that little head of hers.

Achievement for the day: I read the whole newspaper.

It’s 7.45pm and I’m running out of things to say. I’m wondering if you could talk, what you would say to me. Oh well, good thing you’re a blank notebook then.

Ps: I think I will marry Michael Bubble when I grow up.

(signed in very cursive writing)
(27/8/07)

Haha if anyone EVER tried to steal my diary, they would be in for a total bore.
G’nites!

Come to think about it, i found my old diary, haha the spelling is like a da vinci code!

Sha ba do ba... A wham bam boom!!!

Ok, so maybe

Fishes sometimes walk
Hippos can try to fly
Flies might hop
Birds could pretend to dance
and Mice start cooking

but not without ALOT of help.

The EMF is over, and after a months of practice, it all boiled down to that 20minutes in the glaring spotlight.
But with guts of steel and help that could only have comed from above, we performed =)
Hehe it was great to tell The Story in song and music, it was even greater to tell together with friends who are dear to you! I just love being part of a team *salute* =)

The adrenaline rush (hehe i'm wondering if i gave Eunice blue blacks when i was grabbing her arm so tightly before the results were announced),
the sea of faces (all those round eyes.staring.woo),
the pounding beat (lub dub lub dub),
the anticipated wait (stomach felt knotted like a pretzel),
the cheer of excitement (didnt realise i could scream that loud, i amaze myself sometimes),
the team spirit (my favrourite part),
the lessons learnt (the important part).

Not things to be easily forgoten.

*w~o~H~o~O~o*

But I dont hav the pictures! <---(this was hint to all those who DO have the pics and are holding them ransom)

ps: I still cant believe it! Pinch me!

Simple Logic

Fishes dont walk
Hippos dont fly
Flies dont hop
Birds dont tap dance
Mice dont cook

And there are just some things i CANNOT do!!!
So why am i trying to convince myself to defy the laws of logic?
It astounds me!
Gah... i frustrate myself to the point of insanity!

I cant do this on my own.
It now sounds like a big fat joke to me.
She was right, you know.

New-old

The new-old phone is here.

By that i mean, with ALOT of help from Lesley, i managed to sneak out and buy the identical phone i lost about 2 weeks back (still kicking myself on the hind for that genius act). And i must say, when so much ringgit is being pinched out of your own wallet, it is P-A-I-N-F-U-L-L.
Every rm50 note i lay on the counter felt like it weighted a ton.

First rm50 = Ok Denise be strong
Second rm50= You can do this, just...stop thinking about all the food you will be missing out on
Third rm50= Tha disney Rat movie cant be THAT good, you can live without movies for awhile
Fouth rm50 = You dont need a squash raquet, you dont even EXERCISE!
Fifth rm50= Aiyo, so memalukan have to borrow money frm lil sister. *sticks sorry head in the ground*
Sixth rm50= Is this nightmare ever gonna END?
Seventh rm50= oOo..that girls's shoes quite cute leh
Eighth rm50= *slaps self*
Ninth rm50= Ouch that hurt Denise! Oh..bye bye rm50 yang tersayang...
Tenth rm50= tahAaAaAaaan
Eleventh rm50=anyways "the love of money is the root of all evil" yes yes just keep yourself reminded of that
Twelveth rm50= Somebody hold me! *faints*

THAT was alot of money.

Then the kind sales lady must have kesian me, cos she gave me back : RM1.00 change, and a free SIM card.

Gosh...this phone had better last me for the rest of my mortal life or else...

Anyways after getting my new-old phone, and new MAXIS number (wohoo! i am now contactable even in the library! Bye bye horrid digi coverage!) i came home to find out i was invited to dinner =)

Adelin's "friend" was here for holidays, so we were to meet up with Ian Zing and Jin Thian for dinner/supper. While getting ready to go out, i had my first scare of the evening. WHERE WAS MY PHONE????
I panicked! Ordered Rachel to perform a search and rescue routine through out the house. *phew* found it in my bag which is geniusly threw around the studyroom.

Then Adelin picked me up and we made way to Ian Zing's house. We trooped into Jin Thian's car and ended up in ss14 for steamboat which i wasnt supposed to eat taking into consideration my financial status. Then i had my second scare of the evening WHERE WAS MY PHONE?????
I panicked! But it was no where to be found.

So no choice lor, survived dinner without a nervous breakdown by indulging in animated conversation. But dinner was fun! Been such a long time since i've had makan with friends since the holidays started. heehee.. and i DID end up eating in the end, despite my attempt to practice self control *sigh*

Habis makan, habis cakap, habis gelak mau buat apa lagi?
Balik rumah cari handphone la!!!

At the end of the night, we found the new-old phone taking a break in the back seat of Adelin's PURPLE wira (Adelin doesnt know the colour of her own car, so must remind her). *phew*

Sometimes it really feels like i wasnt destined to own high tech phones.

ps: and the countdown to the new semester starts.

Do you know me?

Hello.
Do you know me?

You do?

Well thats great!

So

If you did not see my face

If you did not hear my voice

Would you recognise me?

If i spoke another language, had a different tan, put on a new outfit

Would you be fooled?

If i was at a another place, at another time

Would i be me?

What if

The the person you think me to be

Is only the littlest fraction of me?

Then you would'nt know me that well, now would you?

Say

That all of me was too much for you to handle

Then who exactly am i to you anyway?

I guess

You would not notice my absence

Since you really never knew me at all.

LG-SC300

This

IS MISSING

I remain uncontactable for the time being

For condolences or in the case of emergencies please call house.

Shocked? Yup

Sad? Yup

Confused? Yup

Heartbroken? Yup

Incomplete? Yup

Tell my parents? NEVER!!

So according to my genius-master-of-all-plans i should be owning a phone identical to this one

in about (i hope)a months time.

*sob*whine*sulk*