I Like The Word: Wimpy

I read your diary
And it said
That you weren't in love with me (in love with me)
And you're leavin'
And I wished that I didn't see (I didn't see)
That you fell in love with him (him, him)
And now I know that my kiss was just a second
My heart is bleedin', paper cuts from readin'

- Diary, Tino Coury

The moment I feared finally happened. My monitor stopped working. I tried everything but it refuses to bulge. My Dad told me he's going to get me a new one sometime next week and I hope it's soon because I'm accustomed to using the computer inside my room, wrapped around my four walls with the privacy as the cherry on top of the cake. No, I don't surf for anything sinister..


My morning routine is disrupted because of this. How am I supposed to do my hair and body and face without Youtube in the background? I want a wide screen monitor like the one I'm using now (this is 1600x900), but I'm afraid there isn't any space left on my table. I'll work it out.


My Mum is also insisting I go to the CATS Cambridge talk this Sunday. There's a scholarship interview as well. I'm in doubt about the interview because they don't offer a full scholarship, it's a 20% reduction instead. And, besides - I'm not looking to go into Oxford or Cambridge. I'd love to go there (of course!), but let's be realistic here. I'm not being pessimistic, just realistic.


But, I am preparing for the interview because who knows what might happen. I get tongue-tied a lot. My mind goes off in tangents and when I arrive back to my main topic, I usually forget what my main topic is. Had never been to an interview before either. I need to make it work, if I'm really taking the interview.

My brother made pasta the other day, using a can of Pegro's Carbonara and San Remo spaghetti for lunch. It tasted great, would've loved it if there were some thyme or rosemary in it. I would've loved it even more if he didn't add water into the sauce:

Yes, my brother cooks :)
.....and no, I don't :(

I remember my brother having a Rugrats jelly cake (he was big into Rugrats) for his birthday a long time ago. I was more into ice-cream cakes, though, I can gobble the whole thing up if I had my way. For no special occasion, my Mum ordered it online. Quite expensive too.

Isn't that adorable?
I ate the eyes up when I first saw it!

Some weeks ago, Mum, Brother and I decided to go to Full House. It is one of those lifestyle store and cafe restaurants that people are crazy about. We, however, weren't exactly impressed. What's special about it is the fact that everything is white in the restaurant and they sell overpriced clothes and souvenirs there. The food is nothing to shout about. Probably a good place to hang out, but not a place to go if you want a good dinner.

I was extremely tempted to steal this tea set! I can have a tea party with it. How cute :)



My brother's uninviting steak, there was blood in it. This is one of the reason why I decide to never eat beef and to become a pescetarian instead.



Salmon. I love salmon (I know it's going extinct, I don't eat it frequently!) and it was good.



Bland tasting seafood spaghetti. It's as if all they did was sprinkle some herbs on it. My brother's pasta tastes better than it.






My brother and I.
I love his outfit. He's wearing it with dark denim jeans. I'm not afraid to admit he looks great in it (that is because I helped him pick it, I think).



The most influential person, my Mum and I.

I forgot when we did this, probably last week, had a car wash. We needed to raise some money for our prom. We still need money for prom. I don't know why people are not paying. Sometimes I just can't understand how people think. Just make up your feeble mind, pay and get it over with.

I've never washed a car in my life. I heard it's a good workout. I didn't allow myself to get wet or sweaty because I didn't bring an extra set of uniform. It's quite hard to wash a car, I realized. Hmmm, maybe I should hog the job to clean my parents' car. In the morning, when there is little or no sunlight!

Photos from Poh Yee:


Only a number of boys came to help, the rest cared more about their PE which was... (no comment).

I found this picture of Klose the other day, to explain to you what I mean when I say, "deep set eyes" or "shadowy eyes". People look at me weirdly when I say that, so happy understanding! People have no problems understanding what I'm saying when I say "visible veins under a guy's arms are attractive" so here's him:





And another one just to torture you:

Runs off giggling like a little girl in love,
Caely.