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weed it out
Tuesday, December 02, 20089:07 PM

omg omg omg i've been like talking about weed 24/7 recently. Janany and Lawrence can attest to that. esp Lawrence. poor guy. i think he's uber traumatized by me now.


3am in this morning. i was trying to do my bio homework while in the phone with Lawrence with a friggin headache. apparently the question i was trying to work on had to do with nicotine. here's what i asked him:

"Lawrence?''
"yeah?''
"why dont people make like, perfume and/or cologne out of weed..?"

silence.

laughter from Lawrence goes on for 10minutes. i sit there and wonder what the hell is so funny.


3+am in the same morning, and still on the phone. i got really hungry and could feel the gastric juices churning in my tummy, so i opened a bag of ruffles to eat. halfway while eating, i stopped and stared at the remaining chips in the bag.

"Lawrence..?"
"um hmmm...?"
"why dont people make weed flavoured chips? or opium flavoured ones..?"

silence.

laughter from Lawrence again, but this time he went "JERLYNE!!! STOP THINKING ABOUT WEED!!!'' :[ and i retorted "but what's so wrong about thinking about weed? and these are pretty good questions too!"


next day in school, i couldnt stop linking everything back to weed. from random people walking down the hallway, right to the name of our school, everything had some connection to weed. all thanks to moi :x (name of school -> Richmond Green. colour of weed -> green. so my high school is a school of stoners and drug dealers! which is probably partially true to some extent -___-)


omg i have so many many awesome ideas now, and yes, all weed-related one way or another. like during english class, i was staring blankly at my table (it was like self-study during that period) and this totally brill idea came to mind. i should make a soap line, all weed fragranced! like like weed-scented shampoo and conditioner, weed-scented body soap and/or bubble bath, weed-scented facial wash, weed-scented body lotion... maybe even weed-scented towels to go with all of the above as a gift pack! and i could come up with an opium-scented version of the same stuff too! and weed-scented candles, air fresheners, body deodorants, perfumes/colognes, pens, erasers, markers, stuffed toys... oh the many things that i could make weed-scented! (or opium-scented, as another variation)


and it totally didnt help when the substitute teacher who came in during english was dressed in green from head to toe. no kidding. she was green ALL OVER. from her shirt to her jacket to her pants and socks and shoes, right down to her earrings and rings O.O imagine Lawrence's agony :x i kept telling Lawrence that the teacher had a packet of weed in one of the internal pockets of her jacket, and that she probably would hide her nose with her jacket and take a sniff of the weed in there :D yeah yeah im crazy/evil/creative. whatever! you know ya'll love my ideas :D



oh oh and if you see products anywhere that has weed in it (hemp, as they always print on labels), they probably took my idea. but most of those products dont actually smell like weed, so that busines is still open for me :D anyone wanna help me out in this venture? we can split profits and stuff :D


Lawrence Chu, see what you've done to me! everything i talk about links back to either weed/crack/xtc/some other random drug that you talk about :x

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my hope for you
Friday, November 21, 20085:26 PM

i hope that you'll continue to perservere in life,
overcoming obstacles with your strong will.
i hope that you'll speak your mind,
and not keep to yourself all the time.
i hope you'll continue to be the outstanding individual that you are,
and not simply go with the crowd.
i hope you'll continue to be that caring soul i know,
and not turn cold towards the world and life.
i hope you'll think through carefully before making decisions,
and never be rash and unthoughtful.


i especially hope that blessings will light your way
and that perhaps we'll get to meet another day.

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good genes do not run in the family
Saturday, November 15, 20083:21 PM

no seriously. there are some good genes in the family flying around, i've realised. but i never got any of them!!! seriously! people think my mum's mongolian/malay mixed blood/ whatever they think she is, and occasional japanese tourists think my dad's japanese. wth. and me? pui. look like some ugly crap. why??? someone please tell me whyyyyyyy......


well i did inherit the sucky stuff from my parents, like my mother's sinus problems and my dad's eczematic skin. tamade why why why... but whatever, enough rant from ugly me. this entry is on the pretty gorgeous relatives who got the better genes in the family :[


an aunt/cousin of mine (i know how she's related to me la, but it's so complicated!!!), is drop dead gorgeous. seriously. what's my definition of drop dead gorgeous?


a drop dead gorgeous person (since im a girl, i'll talk in reference about girls in general) is a person who looks good at any time of the day, at any angle, with any expression on their face. in candid shots, with or without makeup, with their hair up or down.


those kind of people who just can photographed the whole damn day without professional makeup artists and people to adjust the lighting for them, and every single shot will still turn out good. taking pictures for them means stay still and click.


for other people (eg. me) it's put on makeup, fix hair, get the proper lighting, face must be at the correct angle, eyes must be widened enough, cannot smile too widely, fringe must cover a slight bit of the face, head cannot tilt too much, blah blah... you get the idea.


cut the chatter, and let me show you what my definition of gorgeous is. you may agree with me or not, but hey, it's my blog! :p and no, i will not intro her to you even if you begged.









how many of us can do this? how many???



sorry for the blurry, but as you can see it doesnt affect her gorgeousness



candid shot of my cousin/aunt laughing. again, how many of us can pull this off?



so sweet isnt she? and i can guarantee that she doesnt photoshop her pictures and put on like hundreds of layers of makeup. what you're looking at is 100% natural prettiness!



and im certain that she's not the kind who goes "ehhh this shot sucks! take again!" and keeps retaking pics till she's satisfied. and she's definitely not the kind, who when is about to get her photo taken, goes "hey wait wait! lemme arrange my hair and makeup first!'' and starts asking people if her head is tilted a nice angle. nope, she's not the kind (unlike me :[)



and now, i have another pretty cousin from australia nia. i used to think she was average looking, but after seeing these pictures, i have so changed my mind.

these pictures were taken by her friend who needed more photos added into his portfolio, and he asked if she could model for him! tadah~

chio!



she's wearing a tube la, not naked!



pretty isnt she? not photoshopped either!



okay so maybe her eyes are super tiny in this shot, but still! :]

you can view all the pictures from that photoshoot here.







and me, the runt of the family? (actually, it's the ugly of the family.) much as i camwhore a lot, hardly any shots come out nice, even after photoshopping. why? cos im that freaking ugly nia. the only thing that can probably save me is cosmetic surgery, but then again i dont wanna be a michael jackson #2 :x yeah im ugly and stubborn. wow what a combination.

so yeah after going through all the pictures i've camwhored of myself, this is the hottest/prettiest/whateverest picture i can find. and it still looks awful, even after photoshopping.



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SHUT UP! DONT SAY IT! i know i look like a tranny lar... kns.

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-I Hope You Dance-
Thursday, November 13, 200811:30 AM




I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance...
I hope you dance.

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking,
Loving might be a mistake but it's worth making,
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to selling out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance...I hope you dance.
I hope you dance...I hope you dance.
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

Dance...
I hope you dance.
I hope you dance...I hope you dance.
I hope you dance...I hope you dance.
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone)


-Le Ann Womack-

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creeper nia...
Wednesday, November 12, 20087:34 PM

okay for some reason, despite it being a very weird, once-every-2-months thing happening to me, i forgot to blog about it! so i shall do so today. what once-every-2-months thing is that? getting approached by guys.

and not shuai-dai, around the same age as me kind of guys, but like fucking old guys/ah peks, say around 30/40+ to 70+ years old. tamade.

i was walking out to the plaza opposite school during my spare period to go to Michael's (yes the craft store la). as i was reaching the exit, i noticed this guy walking by outside. i didnt bother really, since the school is next to a park and obviously all sorts of people go by. so i exited and just walked.

my walking pace is pretty fast when i walk alone, so i was soon ahead of that guy. suddenly i found him walking beside me, looking and smiling at me.


"nice day isnt it?"
"uh... yeah... it's quite nice."

"so how are you?"
"um... im good... thanks."

"so... what's your name?"
"um... Jerlyne."

"what? Jolin? or..."
"no, it's JER-lyne."

"oh Jerlyne... that's a pretty name!"
"oh... uh... thanks."

"a pretty name that matches your pretty face."
"oh... thank you very much... really."


obviously you know who said which line. if you dont, i've colour-coded it for you. like okay, thanks for the compliment and all, but i really dont appreciate being followed and approached like that, especially by guys who look like they're in their thirties going through some kinda mid-life crisis. i came out from a school for goodness sakes. my age range is so obvious. ughhhhhh *shudders*


guess what? this aint the first time. yeah the first was worse nia.


i was at the dollarstore with my mum and sis getting school supplies. i was around the stationery section while my sis dragged my mum off to the toys section. i was looking at binders and stuff like that when i noticed this old man pushing a trolley talking to this girl with huge-ass boobs. after she left, he started looking at me.

he came up to me, said hi, and made small talk, like about the weather and stuff. then he began asking me questions like which town am i staying in and which school i go to. yes totally creepy. i tried to walk away, but he kept talking to me, and i didnt want to seem rude, so i stayed on. then he asked me if we could meet up for lunch another day and i was like "um... NO."

and guess what he did next? came up to me and stroked my back! holy crap! shit la. i pulled away, probably blushed a lot from embarrassment, said goodbye and just walked away. walao i felt damn dirty for the rest of the day lor. ugh kena molested by lao ah pek... that's just really wrong and really gross.

i am making it a point that it will never happen to me again. and even if it does (touch wood), i will not react in the same docile manner. hello, xiao niang here is not for you to creep up on and prey on okay. i dont care if you cant control yourself or whatever shit, learn to give girls some respect!

ugh... i've never had anything like this happen to me before in Singapore, probably because the people there are a bit more conserved and know how to keep their distance. sigh Singapore i miss you~!

kns, i hope this isnt something that i have to "get used to"...

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