Wednesday, June 30
i started school in ngee ann.
nothing fantastic.
nothing revolting. (except for the way you'd half-expect some np students to be ready to campaign for prom-queen on the spot, with their extravagant dressing, every single day)
i love the way poly works.
go your own way.
don't bother about your lecturers, or your classmates.
you don't want to come for tutorial again today?
fine, suit yourself.
just don't bear grudges for the failing mark you may get.
i don't care.
you're your own hounder, responsibility and discipline mistress - all rolled into one.
awesome.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 9:26 PM
Sunday, June 27
surprise, surprise.
remembered that i went through tremendous efforts to participate in the commendation. imagine wearing that blazer when you yourself are already blazing at 39degrees. not too pleasant, i must say.
DISCLAIMER: it's a lie when they say only the prettiest babes and coolest dudettes go into SAJC's council.
that's our entire 26th council of SAJC. a crazy bunch of silly twats, who really are enthusiastic even about the most meagre things, like sweeping the council room. you know, they say without experiencing defeat, you'll never know how sweet success is? looking at my poly-mates and seniors, i realise SA-mates were the better lot. at least i had funny div-mates, funky art-mates and quirky council-mates.
then by far, my secondary scholl-mates were the best. there may be haughty ones, smarty-pants, know-it-alls and really intense competition, yet all of us knew we were there to learn and get good grades. definitely not for popularity polls and fashion walkways. i'll add on to my wonderful DHS-mates in another entry.
still, i'm praying for the best to come out of the next three years. i'm going to be a staunch and ultra-devoted christian, refusing to conform to the not-too-advisable trends of mass comm-ers. all of you, reading out there, please pray that i will get my scholarship from ngee ann so that i can survive better on my own, and i'll be empowered by God so that i can get a shot at topping the school.
i'll mug, i'll strive, i'll run the race. cheer for me.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 9:31 AM
Friday, June 25
What's your usual [mood]?
Which [Movie Genres] are you?
Which [Seven Dwarfs] are you?
Do you need a boy/girl friend now?
What [Cakes] are you?
Which [Romantic] movies are you?
d e b b e e e kvetched at 6:54 PM
chronicles of the not-so-interesting-ongoings
1. it's been ages since i watched movies in cinemas. it's a luxury i seldom indulge in, since the existence of metal plates, better known as VCDs, which grants endless, repititive satisfaction when compared to the movies.
okay, i digress.
anyway, i was itching to watch Harry Potter film. smarty-pants-debbeee conveniently scooted off to bedok central, the infamous princess theatre, to be exact. the potter film cost me 5 bucks only. can you believe it??! i saved 3 bucks, at the expense of fancy commercials (they had those kind of lao-ya slide show that goes 'chi-kkkkrrrr!!), IT WAS ALL SO WORTH!! so officially, my favourite cinema theatre is princess at bedok central.
2.
Slytherin! You're classy to the core, favoring the
traditionally finest things the world has to
offer. While you may or may not be evil *wink*
you certainly have the power and attitude to
get what you want. You're clever as all heck,
and tend to be a couple steps ahead of even the
most astute Ravenclaw.
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dear me. i thought i was really going to be in gryffindor, or maybe hufflepuff. of all but slytherin? the house everybody hates? this does it. i want to be classy and clever, but definitely not dark.
3. my fms (film and media studies) orientation wasn't all that great. well, it fell short of my original expectations. i expected more class and creativity, but all that was churned out were dumb games like 'blow-wind-blow' and 'wacko'. sheesh. i feel alot dumber after the orientation. it's more like disorientation. my classmates are o-kaaaaaaay. and that's just the first impression. yet, thank God for the few whom i find being very comfortable to be with. incidentally, they're both malays. hafana and nurul. the bad part was when my senior assumed and insisted i was from overseas. i do not think that as flattering.
4. i went for the j21 mission xchange at acjc. i bought nice shirts. i received valuable information on mission trips that very much, intrigued me. i realised acjc's chicken rice is cheaper than sajc's. and i thought all along that acjc charges exorbitant rates for every single thing, on the account that most of the student body consists of rich brats and filthy-rich snobs. right, so i was wrong.
5. -still on the mission xchange- i decided to boycott fastfood bacause of their steep prices and unhealthy distaste. the money saved would go to missions and perhaps, sponsoring a child in africa. i'd love that. i'm definitely gonna adopt children when i grow up. i'm going to be oh-so thrifty. just so that the slums would have a chance to see their rainbows.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 4:54 PM
Wednesday, June 23
alright.
look.
i'm ready to shift back to my old address.
http://debbeee.blogspot.com
i'm at the point of self-indignance - unjustifed, yes, but all set to throw tantrums and wail like a petulant child.
i'm evil.
i'm evil.
i'm evil.
i want to go my way. enough of shoddy manners, hesitant and unsure. cowardy and wussified.
come step with me, into the bright entity of self-worth. you can't see a future for this wild leap. miscalculated, you say? quite the contrary, the future's so bright, it dazzles the mind and blinds the eyes. every bit a prized investment. risky, no doubt, but prized.
if you take my hands, and follow my lead, you will know i do make sense
d e b b e e e kvetched at 5:55 PM
How to make a debbeee |
Ingredients:
5 parts intelligence
1 part humour
1 part instinct |
Method: Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Top it off with a sprinkle of sadness and enjoy! |
Personality cocktail
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How to make a Debbie |
Ingredients:
5 parts intelligence
5 parts arrogance
5 parts beauty |
Method: Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add lovability to taste! Do not overindulge! |
Personality cocktail
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d e b b e e e kvetched at 5:49 PM
forlorn frenzy
it's all settled. i'm now writing this entry at far, far bukit timah, sixth avenue. alamanai road, to be exact. oh whatever. it's not as if i am very good at road directions and names, and the like. what's important is, after the frenzied trips with all my barang-barang, i'm settled with sort of a sick forlorn in my mind. and it's not just the dog.
ooh! ahh! it's a dog! yes. debbeee-the-anti-dog-freak-who-does-not-NOT-get-petrified-by-canine-companions, is actually living with Mambo, a Jack Russell (i thought he wouldn't like it if i spelt his names and such in small caps), under one roof. yes, yes- you'd think i've kept the entire bukit timah area vigilant with my awful 'eeeek!'s and 'aaaargh!'s yester-night, but NO. i did not.
i am okay with Mambo, and only Mambo. he's the only dog i can put up with, and the only dog who understands that debbeee is not one to be trifled with, i.e. never put a friendly paw without warning on her lap; never grope or swipe at food in her hands; never jump on her; never EVER lick her even if it's an act of fancy.
He's currently sick, he's eating even more medicine than me (which speaks volumes about his state of health). i just got to know that dogs can't eat beans, nuts, salty stuff and CHOCOLATES. it's quite an amazing discovery, considering Mambo's appetite. i thought he literally sweeps everything and anything off the shelves into his pitless stomach. ah well.
this is a long entry, yes. and i still have lots to say. perhaps another entry at a later time. say, 3 minutes after?
d e b b e e e kvetched at 11:12 AM
Saturday, June 12
hah. take a good look and have a good laugh. that's a good one.
Informationi |
| debbeeeeee is a restricted area. Authorised personel only |
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debbie teo may explode without warningM EXPLOSIVE |
"ACHTUNG! |
| Debbie Teo may actually be a spider-human hybrid |
PARENTAL |
| ADVISORY |
| DEB CONTAINS EXPLICIT LYRICS |
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and so many more, that i didn't bother to post them. so i explode without warning, sontains explicit lyrics and am actually a spider-human hybrid. just call me spider-girl. i'm off to spin a web for wilbur that spells 'HORRIFIC'!
d e b b e e e kvetched at 11:08 PM
Thursday, June 10
ugly tapestry
i'm really in for pre-semester trauma. you know, just like pre-natal trauma. no amount of chocolates can help lift my spirits now. (not to mention the fact that i'm slo-o-o-wly merging into ONE with the couch)
someone once said my blogging trend tends to follow the hilly-valley pattern - ups and downs, in drastically stark contrast. it's been a long, cold moment for this spot. i'm rapidly losing confidence in this make-believe haven of mine. perhaps some things are, indeed, better left unsaid. an unfocused picture could perhaps look more pleasing to the eye, before the mist clears and the view turns unsightly, blemishes au naturel.
i'm helplessly addicted to the 9p.m. show on channel U. it's got me yelling, grumbling, laughing at the black box alone. it doesn't even matter if i resembled a madwoman. teevee is really my sole sustenance nowadays. (together with quality junk-food, of course) ada in that show, makes me feel like a shrew. make that a shrewd shrew. quite a mouthful, isn't it? i expect everyone aspires to be like her: full of integrity, charm and elegance. demure and gentle; feminine and coy. but let's face it - being like that in today's context would be equivalent to being lem-bek. no, not the whiny kind.
ho-hum, ahem.
more of the i-am-just-a-girl-so-i-can't-fend-for-myself-but-am-full-of-feminine-beauty-and-genteel-strength kind. that sounds complicated. doesn't really matter. nobody really reads these entries anyway.
alright. i digress.
talking about being a girl, i just realised that i have 10 bags. handbags, slings, backpacks, you name it, i've got it. kind of ridiculous, since i don't like to go through the hassle of changing bags. it's all so messy. i'm a very messy person, in case you didn't know. i like my things strewn all over. THAT makes the room look like MINE. sort of like marking out my territories. just like Locky. but that doesn't make me the equivalent, not literally nor metaphorically.
i'm itching to watch Potter and Black on the big screen, but i'm greatly discouraged by many whose criticism damaged my interest greatly. but no doubt, my sheer admiration for Cuaron (director of all-time-fave Y Tu Mama Tambien) stands unwavered still. just the trailer alone has whet my appetite greatly! but i don't like the Black they have. it's just not him. Black's supposed to be a burdened, cynical yet charming man. like a dark prince. okay, not prince, but a dark paladin. or a dark Grim, perhaps most appropriately put in words, hah.
it's a long entry, yes. i'm still deciding whether to go for it. it's been ages since the last of the smirks. i've grown a hide of nonchalance and perhaps skimming insights of bitter justifications. as i type each letter out now, it's a deeply rooted fear churning inside out. i'm less convinced of myself. maybe it was my mistake. mistake(s), if you would.
at this point, i shall just say i love my mother alot alot alot. even though she sometimes does not see my perspective, scolds me too often and is a tad unreasonable, she loves me like i love her, all the same. i shall save this intriguing love-hate issue for another time. for now, let's just say i'm an unfilial daughter twice too frequent.
i hope God saves her.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 9:20 PM
Friday, June 4
this is my fourth attempt in writing an interesting entry. i've deleted the previous three. blogging has become a chore, after a brief hiatus of four days. i've lost the craving to just come online and tap away my thoughts. no privacy, no guarantee.
so i shall just advertise something here.
who wants to buy a less-than-a-month-old black, zinc bag? i'll let it go for $10 (up $18). who wants to order some nice, handmade, definitely one-of-a-kind cards for any occasion, price upon request.
i'm going mad. i'm going mad. i need to find some work of some sort so that i can get my digicam, and the metal-encased bible i saw and drooled over in Mount Zion. anybody needs a part-time maid to help clean up your room or something? anybody decides to go mordern and wants to have a sophisticated abstract painting at some very low prices? basically some work i can do.
oh whatever.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 2:12 PM