But they don’t sell that here in Singapore. A pity. The only way I can get my hands on one is to order it online. Then there’s the shipping costs and last I know, the Singapore dollar is weakening, which would make me a really really sad (and broke) person.

So nope, no red iPod for me. Give me a moment, I’ll go whine a bit. BOOHOOHOO!

Well, I guess I won’t die if I settle for some other colour. Even though it’s not red, yeah well, but too bad, I can’t have what I want. Hahahaha, do I sound very grudging? But we all know I’ll jump at the chance to get one, I’m not that picky! Maybe just a wee bit more selective than some people. Why settle for second best when you can have the best?

Ah, beauty defined! It’s the way it looks so, I don’t know, bold. Hot pink is nice too, but JianQin will freak if she ever saw me with one. Green isn’t that bad too, and I’m actually thinking of getting it.

Think they’ll have it on sale during the Christmas season? Then I’ll get one! I mean, I deserve it! I have been good for half a year already!

I find myself being attracted to colours like these. Colours that stand out. I don’t like the orange and the yellow ones, but I don’t mind having them. I’ll just sell them and get another one!

Or should I just get from the online store? Then I can personalize my iPod by engraving it! Ooh, the iPod touch is pretty too!

Oh, I just realized. No shipping costs at all. This is cool. Yay!

You know, I’ve noticed that “noodle” is a pretty funny word. Just stare at it for a bit! Like, look at this:

NOODLE!

I mean, just by looking at it gives you the squiggles. Whatever that means. Better still, it rhymes with doodle and poodle, both of which are funny. It’s stupid, the way I’m trying to justify why noodle is so amusing, but it just is! You either get the funny or you don’t! Simple!

And I thought it would be a great big pity if I let these three precious words slip away, so I thought I’ll make a short poem out of them! Tough to find words that rhyme, you know? For me, at least. Things like uh, I don’t know, idiots and midgets rhyme, that’s evident, but I don’t see how things like banana rhymes with potato, stuff like that.

But look at my poem! Proves that even if people fail Lit, it’s not the end because hey, why study someone else’s works?

Noodle Poodle Doodle
When the poodle wants to doodle a noodle,
the noodle will doodle a poodle.
When the noodle wants to poodle a doodle,
the poodle will noodle a doodle.
So should the noodle doodle a poodle?
Or should the noodle poodle a doodle?

See! Now you start seeing squiggles all over! That’s the noodle effect!

I’m so proud of myself that my poem rhymes! I even added not one, but two philosophical questions in the last two lines! Like, “To doodle or to poodle, that is the question.”

Mdm Lai would be so proud of me! Or if I showed it to the Principal she’ll be so utterly convinced that I took the wrong subject combination and let me drop Lit?

I find it strange that some people use “noodle” as a term of endearment. Why noodle! Why not spaghetti! Then again, why would anyone call someone else a piece of dough?

WordPress has this function that allows me to view some of the terms people searched for that links them to my blog. Not sure if they have it in other blogs. Take a look at the all-time favourite search terms!

I had no idea so many people are interested in Geylang. I don’t know, why couldn’t they have gone down personally and checked? Oh, they could have been doing a school-based project, I guess. And notice how the search is always related to the prostitutes, not the food or the culture there?

Eek, could it be that some dirty old man is staring at the screen right now, trying to dig up information?

Anyway, I did this because I was bored, and I don’t understand why they would search on it. I think my posts disappointed them, though, because they’re all filled with rubbish and half the time I’m just talking to myself.

My thighs are aching now, from the tennis training. It’s not that bad, except I’m running a slight fever, damn, in the holidays. If this had happened during a school week, I would take like, 2 days worth of MC.

Took a paracetamol tablet just now, and I feel so much better. At least my head isn’t pounding, not much anyway. Bones feel a little sore, though.

Oh, and my throat too, but who cares, I’m still going to eat what I like (and refuse what I don’t).

Haven’t done much homework yet (what was I doing?!) and I realized I don’t even have some applications in my GC, oops.

There are about 2 more band practices left before the concert itself, and I’m still unsure of the pieces we will be playing. Need to get more reeds, mine are dying, and I don’t really like the ones the school provides.

Have I mentioned that I now have mio tv? It’s quite cool, actually. Works like your normal television, basically, just a hell lot slower and more navigation, things like that, I don’t know, I don’t watch. Then there’s this package my mother signed up for, where they get to watch 15 movies for free each month, some of them total crap. I saw High School Musical, and I think it’s kind of gross. I don’t know, I don’t like HSM, it’s too damn gay.

My father did the annoying thing again — he flipped through the channels and the movies. What is wrong with sitting quietly and watching? I think that may have contributed to the non-existence of television time in my daily life, because it’s really irritating to have someone changing the channels whenever you’re trying to watch something. But he eventually settled on The Day After Tomorrow, and I went for a nap.

There was this movie he watched for a few minutes, and surfing the list of movies at the same time. It was rated M18 because of the coarse language. Was in English, and I don’t think he understood. But gosh, he did understand some of the words used, though. I was trying not to laugh. He switched movies afterwards, possibly because I was in the living room as well. Should have asked him the meanings of those words!

Weather’s been really horrible these few days. And I’m sunburnt, so apart from feeling warm due to the weather, I’m like, emitting heat myself. Sort of like a radiator.

Still, it’s better than thunderstorms, I suppose. I don’t like thunderstorms in the middle of the night. Makes me feel isolated. It’s like, how I dislike socializing, but company would be nice. Some, I guess. I like being around people, I just don’t like being with people.

Why can’t I have a bath tub? I think the water bills will actually go down if I used one, instead of the shower head. With the tap running for 30 minutes, I think I can fill about 4 bath tubs? Oops. So it’s better to get a bath tub! But then everyone else can forget about using the bathroom.

I don’t know how people can manage to shower in 10 minutes. What can they do in 10 minutes? I don’t know why I take half an hour either, I’ll go in and come out and wonder why I lost so much time. Certainly doesn’t feel like half an hour. Think it’s because of the amount of shampoo I use, but I don’t see anything wrong with it. I remember the first time I showered in school, next to Michelle’s shower stall, was funny, she sounded shocked by the amount of foam that came from my shampoo. And I had used the shampoo is smaller quantities because I was afraid I would have a hard time washing it out. Oops. And it’s also not really my fault I like the smell of my shampoo.

When I was a kid I could stay in the bathroom for more than an hour. Half the time it’s because I was too afraid to get out. My parents would complain and threaten to punish me because I took too long to shower, so I thought that I would be safe inside the bathroom because the door is locked, and I refused to get out. I liked (and I still like) showering a lot because it’s me, myself, and I inside the bathroom. I remember climbing onto the sink, sitting there, then jumping out of it. Or standing under the shower with my clothes still on and wondering if that’s how standing in the rain feels like. Or splashing water onto the ceiling, trying to drench the lightbulb just to see what would happen. My parents didn’t know that (I think). Oh, and one thing I really really liked to do was to turn on the shower, then place it on the floor, so that the shower head is facing upwards, and then I’ll have a sprinkler. Then I’ll sit on the floor and watch the little droplets soar, arch, then fall. Sometimes I would use my father’s soap, because he then he used those kind of soaps that came in little rectangular bars. Then I’ll colour the tiles or to scrub the floor with it. But I was always careful not to use so much that it becomes too obvious that someone was messing around with it. I even rubbed off my fingerprints and smoothed out the dents that were made when the soap accidentally slipped out of my hands! I don’t think my father knew about it, and he kept using it, and I kept scrubbing the floor with it. Oops.

I daresay I wasn’t exactly the most well-behaved kid then. Heck, I even broke my bed while jumping on it. And I cracked the windscreen of my father’s car because I was sitting in front, looking at the air-con, and he suddenly said something and it startled me so much I jumped and knocked my head against it. He was pretty pissed for days.

But hey, those were the days when I was still young and destructive!

Anyway, with the weather like this, all I want to do is to laze around in an air conditioned room and stuff myself with ice cream. I adore eating from the tub! Eating it from a cup takes the kick out of eating it. The difference between eating it straight from the tub and with a cup is that for the former, you know that you’re eating a lot, but it doesn’t seem like a lot (and then you finish the whole thing and go “oops!”), and as for the latter, you’ll feel guilty throughout the whole process because you know that it’s not really a lot (since when is ice cream ever enough?) but it seems like you’re eating a lot. I mean, which sounds more, 1 tub of ice cream or 5 cups of ice cream?

I like ice cream when it’s really frozen, and not too creamy, so that I can actually chew on it for a while. I’m really glad my parents hardly ever buy ice cream, or else I’ll be making frequent trips to the freezer. Self-control will just melt away. Why deny myself of something so good?

Been wanting to go to the gym since last year, but never managed to. I don’t know, the notion somehow vaporised. I remember discussing with Eileen and JianQin about going to the gym after the O Levels and A Levels were over, but yeah, it just didn’t happen.

So after my tennis training today, I went with my classmate Felicia! I didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t what I had expected. But if I had not expected anything, what is there to expect? Okay, never mind.

Oh, and I’m sunburnt after spending 3 hours in the sun in tennis, because Vanessa’s sunblock stinks. Smells like plastic. I don’t like Banana Boat’s sunblocks.

Anyway, I went alone with Felicia because Vanessa had to celebrate her cousin’s birthday, and JiaYing went MIA (meaning, I forgot why she can’t go).

I lifted rather light weights, because I was aching all over. Will probably have problems laughing when I wake.

Still, it was a good workout, I guess. I don’t know, seems like my tummy has become a separate entity these few days. Been eating a lot of junk, like cookies, biscuits, instant noodles, bread, more cookies, stuff like that. Think I might just die young.

Boohoohoo, skin’s peeling.

Oh, and Vanessa just insulted me today. We were waiting for JiaYing, who had Band, and while waiting, we talked about a lot of nonsense, and she suddenly asked if I want her lingerie. At first I thought she said “laundry” and I was wondering if she wanted to give me something like a washing machine. It was the one her classmates got for her last year for her birthday. Her reason for doing so? She said it was too small for her. Thanks a lot! She’s been criticizing various parts of my anatomy for no apparent reason, and it’s not even my fault most of the time. Like how short my arms are. There’s a reason why I don’t play the trombone!

Well, I never knew she was observing me all this while. Almost makes me feel self-conscious, you know.

I embarrassed myself not too long ago. People have always told me how I looked moody when I stone, but I proved that it’s better to look unapproachable than a lunatic. Was walking home one day alone when I suddenly thought of something hilarious, and I grinned like an idiot to myself. So what happened was a Malay man stepped out of his house to water his plants or something just as I started showing my teeth, and he stared at me because I was looking straight ahead, and he probably thought I was smiling at him. He stared at me as I walked past, and I took care not to look at him. I probably disturbed him a lot, oops.

And then there was this once I took my neighbour’s kid out for McDonald’s takeaway, because I said I would, and I was rather harsh with him that day, because I was having instant noodles and he was hankering for it and refused to give me a moment’s peace until I fed him too. It was the spicy ramen one, which I don’t think is very good for 5-year-olds? So I brought him out (and now he’s pestering me to take him for Mac’s again) and I was afraid he’ll just run around and I would lose him. From the Pioneer Explorer thing not too long ago, I learnt that kids should come with remote controls. But Keith (that’s the kid’s name) was rather well-behaved (could be because I threatened to drag him home if he didn’t) but I got a lot of funny looks from passerby. Like they couldn’t decided if that’s my younger brother or my kid.

Think I’ll go sleep now. Bet I’ll just crash and die.