Naomi Alexis Lim Huiling
Just your not-so-average Twenteen-Year-Old
Madly addicted to drama and romance
Totally and undeniably crazy... Just a little ;)
With the imminent arrival of the much dreaded Economics, 25 mark, essay on macroeconomic policies, Naomi turns to her addiction to all things metal and gadget-y once again.
[Pause] Note to self: Add clock and hit counter [Play]
Right, getting straight to the point so that fiscal policy can torture me some more.
The 2nd level of my terrace house is parquet floor. Let me please emphasize that it is chipped in places and warped in others, seeing as the wonderful contractor made off with the better part of our money after doing such a half-baked job on my house. However, it must be noted that it was quite exciting really, living, eating, studying (as if), sleeping watching TV in only the upper floor and attic. Like how, in order to cook, my maid has to weave her way through throngs and masses of Bangladeshi workers brought in in a desperate attempt to fix the mess that was the first floor (the kitchen was still functioning though). I will never forget the time when eating was allowed and even encouraged in my bedroom (I had a fridge, yes, a fridge, not a mini one in my room).
I digress. Anyway, i stubbed my toe on this chipped part of my floor, so much so that a wee sliver of wood embedded itself under my skin. For a moment i thought i merely scratched my toe. Little did i know that i had in actual fact i had acquired a splinter as a new addition to my already flawed anatomy.
I must say i pretty much made for a poor first aider at that point in time, seeing as i just stood gawking there in shock at the rapidly swelling middle toe on my right foot. Lynn, being ever so kind, ran to fetch Mr Scissors and Ms Tweezers to aide me in my removal of this unwanted splinter. Let me tell you, it was horrifying. Not so much from the pain itself, but by the fact that there wasn't much of the splinter sticking out of the wound, so there was virtually nothing to grasp at to pull it out. Well, to cut the long story short, it took about 5 attempts for all the lil bits to vacate my toe and leave me in peace.
This incident brings back so many memories. Particularly the one when i almost impaled my foot on a skewer/sparkler thang. 'Almost' meaning it penetrated my foot but just didn't exit at the other end. What spurred me to remove both foreign entities myself was the ever looming threat of having whatever it was yanked out unmercifully by first Mei Xia and now Lynn. Thank God both these incidents occurred in the presence of calm, capable people. Is it not ironic to some extent that i had my biggest boo boo when i was out with the Rose Gang, which is filled with Red Cross peeps, by the way.
I had a Damn HOT 'lifeguard' to sweep me of my feet (literally) the other time though. [Swoon]. Too bad he was a smoker. He impressed me with his calm and the fact that he could carry me. [Stupid grin inserted here].
Well, no such luck this time. Do i even dare hope that some other guy like that exists somewhere out there.
02-08-07 - Gerard Butler Gets in Shape for 300 (Men's Health Video Shoot) AHHHHHH!!! Hot haaawwwt!! Ok, a horny alien just possessed me. nothing I say or post shall be held against me.
I just watched the Phantom of the Opera. Awesome. I know the original opera on Broadway was and is probably tons better, but since my pocket has been rather empty of late, i am stuck with the 2004 movie starring Emmy Rossum (The Day after Tomorrow) as Christine Daae, Gerard Butler (Yes, the one who acted in 300, and opposite Angelina Jolie in Lara Croft Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life) as the phantom himself as well as Miranda Richardson (Rita Skeeter in Harry Potter: The Triwizard Tournament) as Madame Giry and Patrick Wilson (the pedophile sexual predator in Hard Candy) as Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny.
I don't know about everyone else, but i find the whole story absolutely fascinatingly creepy and yet romantic. I mean, it's full of convoluted twists and love stories of many kinds. Between Madame Giry and the Phantom, Madame Giry must love the Phantom so much, to protect him for so long, but the Phantom fell in love with Christine, crossing the border between tutor and father to obsessed lover. And of course the Childhood sweethearts Raoul and Christine, who meet again years later, rekindling their love for each other. However, Christine grows to pity the Phantom, putting her in a difficult position, having to choose between Raoul and the Phantom. Ok, getting mushified now. You get the picture.
So a little bird told me that no one knows the reason for my past moodyness. I changed my seat for a reason, but please don't speculate. You know how it is, the story will always get exaggerated with every re-telling. So yeah, don't get the rumor mill going. The reason why i'm trying to stamp out any speculations is that someone has actually come pretty close to guessing my reasons. You know what's really funny? That everyone has sort of guessed a part, but noone has the full picture. Which is really bad if you think about it, cause you know it takes all parts to make the whole and all that. Anyway, just to clarify some stuff. It's me not you and not anyone else. I'm trying to handle it the way i think is best for me. I'm a warped person, so sue me. Noone's perfect, it just so happens that i'm more flawed than others. Damn, this is getting depressing. Ok, not trying to copy tricia or anything but, I'm launching the project smile- no more sad thoughts. So, to kick things off, i shall begin by really REALLY hoping i have some positive attributes. (Note to self: don't become an egomaniac either, it's just not nice)
I BeingME!!
well. On a lighter note. I found some really cool stuff. Courtesy of Youtube: Drawing Mona Lisa on MS Paint
Wow. Finally. I am finally riding out the last wave of emo-ness. I think physical separation and all helps. I feel kinda liberated, as in really. 'nuff said. Maybe now i can settle down for the year and focus? Hmm, like what I'm doing now for instance :] Anyway. Yeah. Sorry Nian-Rong.. I don't think I'm gonna move back. Hell.. Ok. Back to the mindless dribble that so attracted all you non-existent readers out there.
Well. Ma Butt hurts like.. like.. i give up. It's indescribable. i think I'm gonna live life as a hunched back. Like erm, the hunchback of joo chiat road? Hmmm, let's see. I'm losing whatever ability i had to crap out mundane dribble. or is that drabble. Ahhh...
Oh Crappola. Me thinks me needs to sleep. So me shall. Good Night, so long and farewell!
❤slipping on a banana peel at 11:57:00 pm
Monday, April 02, 2007
I'm confused. so maybe a made a few mistakes. There's nothing i can do about it. It's not like i can take back anything. I'm not even sure i want to take back anything. how? Ok. Move ON!! I have to take my own advice. right break's over, terrorism essay here i come!!
