A new stage.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008


so. i'm. bored. i went to terminal three to send momsy off. the place was so so cool. it had lots of stores and a nice crystal jade restaurant right smack in the centre. and so mom went off to brazil in business class. again :/ so after that, i walked around, looked in the bookstores, went to the cd shop (i was a little amused/surprised that they sold marilyn manson. you know the album where he's wearing a pink wig. and he was supposedly naked i think) and came out wishing for a wad of bills to fall at my feet. i wanted to buy a book. not a cd with a naked he/she/it on the front cover.

so my dad and my sister got hungry so we went to basement two to eat. i didnt really expect much but when i went down there, i was like wow. they've got ya kun toastbox, ntuc, a kopitiam. i tell you everything. the ntuc was promoting cadbury and they had loads and loads of shelves full of chocolate bars (you can totally imagine me, staring at those bars with goo goo eyes, while flooding the entire level with my drool). i had to buy baking ingredients so while dad was paying for the food and stuff, i went to the souvenir store to have a look around.

i was looking at the stuffed toys and was wondering what this pink fluff with beady eyes was. then i realised it was the merlion. it looked more like a merbear than a merlion. it was PINK for one, and instead of pointy lion ears, it had round bear ears.

i shall now search for pictures of ugly man manson and post them here.



ugly man manson and his new wife. accompanying the picture was a story of he being circumcised. and if that's not gross enough, his mom still keeps the shrivelled skin.

he's so famous, people want to dress as him for halloween. click here to view his mask. yes fans, there is such thing as a marilyn manson mask.

marilyn manson and his old previous wife

12:01 AM


Wednesday, April 23, 2008


i am bored.....

today some lady with the surname King came and talked about STI's. she pronounces penis as "pen-is". and she's 63 and wears shirts that expose her back *gasp*.

she refers to heterosexual people as "normal people" (wrong term woman!). which kinda hints that she finds the homos abnormal. AND we got a free book! all inclusive of graphic photos and details on how abortion takes place. the photo's where they show how the baby is aborted were drawn. but they were explained in great detail. (they jab the scissors in the child's head and use a suction thingy to suck it's brains out so the head collapses. sheeseh.) plus, they had picturs of the remains of the aborted babies.

they go over topics like homosexuality and how if stuff like homosexuality can be accepted, having sex with a cow (is that even possible?) and a corpse (SOOOO criminal minds) can also be accepted. and i'm like "wow. who knew they could publish a bokk like this. i should publish one on dead boring teachers who should be shot dead".

disclaimer: no particular person was named or described (oops. wrong word. i may have summed up the description of one teacher with the words "dead boring") hence YOU have no grounds to sue me!

DEAD BORING TEACHERS
who should be shot, skinned alive, drawn and quartered.

Introduction
ever had to sit through an entire lesson listening to your teacher read out song lyrics? or maybe they just pick on you and ask you the silliest things like "discuss what conflict is.". next thing you know, BAM! you're inferring lyrics from a song! feel the need to give the teachers a piece of your mind?

then DEAD BORING TEACHERS is a book for you!

all inclusive of graphic DIY step by step method on how to properly skin a person! we'll be doing it hunter style! book also includes past references, a how-to tutorial DVD and an interview with Mr mas selamat himself on how to make little harmless bombs out of everyday items to scare your teachers! *

*there is no guarantee that bombs are not explosive. for more information on reactive elements, pay more attention during chemistry lessons.

3:36 AM


Sunday, April 20, 2008





You Are a Brownie Cheesecake



A little chunky and a little gooey, you pretty much run on sugar!

You take hedonism to the extreme.. And people love you for it.

What Kind of Cheesecake Are You?




What These Daisies Say About You



You have a spirt of pure optimism. Your view of the world is eternally cheerful.

You are bold and vibrant. Incredibly striking, you always stand out in a crowd.

You are adaptable and flexible. You can thrive in almost any situation.

What Do The Flowers You Pick Say About You?




You Belong in Fall



Intelligent, introspective, and quite expressive at times...

You appreciate the changes in color, climate, and mood that fall brings

Whether you're carving wacky pumpkins or taking long drives, autumn is a favorite time of year for you

What Season Are You?




You Are 71% Indie



You're a very indie person, and admit it, you look down a little on people who strive to be normal.

You'll indulge in a little mainstream pop culture every now and then. But for you, anything not indie is a guilty pleasure!

How Indie Are You?




Your Goth Name is:



Dementia Beelzebub


What's Your Goth Name?




What Your Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwich Means



Your eating style is reserved. You are a bit of a fussy eater, and you have very specific ways you like your food prepared.



You have an average sweet tooth. While you enjoy desserts, they aren't exactly your downfall.



Your taste in food tends to be pretty flexible. You may crave sushi one night, and your favorite childhood recipe the next.



Admit it, you're a little trashy and low class at times. You're definitely more comfortable at a tattoo parlor than the theater.



You never really grew up. While your childlike innocence is charming, you often just come across as a big baby.



Precise and controlled, you can be a bit anal retentive when it comes to how you like things. You're definitely a perfectionist.

What Does Your Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich Say About You?

2:04 AM


Monday, April 14, 2008


it's just one of those days, you know. those days where you come home from school feeling malnourished because THE CLASSROOM IN COMPLETELY DEPRIVED OF ANY SOURCE OF AIR OR WIND.

you come home and slam your bag against the wall and run to your parent's room to see if it's open. bingo. you turn on the lights and switch on the PC and just sit there and stone. after a while, you get hungry so you go to the fridge and take out a few pieces of chocolates.

thirty minutes later, you stretch and look around and find that you are surrounded by walls of candy wrappers and plastic cartons! you looks down at your thighs and think "hhey.... they look bigger than usually."

at this rate, i'm going to be known as the white blobby thing. LIKE BOBBY LEE. the blobby man who is shorter and wider than me. much shorter. and very much wider. think big people. but of course, i have to admit that he does have a sense of humor.



6:47 AM


Sunday, April 13, 2008


yesterday, i went to see an SJI performance. which i have yet to pay for. 15 dollars. oh well. i got my big bag and stuffed rubbish in (a wooly black jacket and a bottle of water and a pouch and MY BELOVED CUBE) and went to sirin's.

i met sirin at the bottom of her house and she was wearing her banana tee. went up to her room, shook the air out of her tortoise cd holder, forgot to say hi to her mom, and went to thomson plaza. (i had clipped my hair up and sirin told my i look like "kui" aka wang lao shi's idol aka joe cheng aka man with long curly hair) and we met esther on the way! who was in a state of confusion. she followed us into the heart of thomson plaza where i nearly asked for a foot of bread in subway.

so there we parted with our dear friend esther and took bus 132 to this flower place in search of the sunflower for her friend. we walked here and there and decided to walk into the freezer were we amused ourselves by exhaling and watching the cloudy stuff come out. so we walked around looking for the flower. we came out to ask for directions only to be told that the sun flowers were inside! and did you know sunflowers stems are very thick and long? like.... bamboo! and i used this thingamijig to chop it off!

the performance was alright. every now and then, something funny will happen (i.e. kissing air and talking to a chair because no one wants to dress as a girl) and there are times were it's all pretty solemn ( they TAKE OFF their shoes and start reciting poems) and they go to the bar and get drunk and do drugs.

met up with her friends and did a survey (did you enjoy the play? yes. would you come again? yes. YES YES YES YES for everything) went to wait for her friends and sirin told me i was the same as bobby lee because we both have breasts.

HIS ARE FAKE. AND I DONT HAVE A DANGER.

hahaha then mother dearest called and said i was not of age to "hang out with the opposite sex" in the middle of the night (very drama hor?). so sirin had to send me back and i went home.

i woke up today, ate dimsum, came home and slept. TEEHEE



4:25 AM


Friday, April 11, 2008


i sit next to the window but despite that, THERE'S NO AIR. i fall asleep during lessons. i blame that tree/plant/ whatever is blocking my air. ling hui was laughing at the stuffed wombat i supposedly "adopted". and one day linghui le baboon went:

"eh rachel, why is that combat there?"

and today she was laughing at it. and ELIZABETH, who sits behind me, tells me that my blog is dead and wishes i blog about her.

she brought a stuffed pig to school today. it had a long tail. so i asked her if it vibrates and pulled the tail. but nothing happened. i got bored during chinese and drew ninja cyclopeses running around my diary, jumping across grids and dangling off a grid.

during cca, i had to dress as a fortune teller for some movie thingy. i was covered in a big big black shawl and i had to wear my thick black jacket. it was so horribly warm and ther room had to be dark for that eerie feel. and i quote from xiwen, "rachel looks like a white indian."

indeed. the directors wrapped the shawl around my head and made me cover half my face with my fringe. so basically, after a lot of crap, i had to act all crazed and insane. making weird exaggerated hand movements around linghui's glowing crystal ball (it was giving me static shock but no one believed me!) and drawing tarot cards, shaking my head, and telling her that something bad is going to happen to her.

after that i was so tired. pretty ironic, considering i was sitting down throughout the entire process.







12:12 AM


Tuesday, April 08, 2008


when someone says bad weather, what do you think of?

i think of hurricanes. and no school. huddling at home sitting in front of the fire place holding a cup of spaghetti- o's while sneezing like mad. i find that i'm a pretty immobile person when the weather turns cold and sour. for example:

sunny days- i go around looking for something to eat or amuse myself with i.e. someone's key chain, or esther's bus pencil box.

rainy days- I'M A ZOMBIE THAT WILL BITE YOUR HEAD OFF IF YOU SAY ANYTHING OFFENSIVE. DIE DIE DIE.

during CCA, debra and i were watching sketches from mad tv ("can i have your number? can i? can i have it? can i have your number?") and laughing at bobby lee ( WE ARE SCIENTISTS... SCIENCE... together..) and generally, waiting for cheryl to come by making her new angry face. i call it "the imran". she'd come by and explain how patient she's been and how the mouse has been waiting there for us to run.

so we crawled to the front and I, THE ALMIGHTLY, calibrated, and ran the mouse. and cheryl blamed my fingers when the mouse died! and on top of that, she was in denial that it was dead! "it just fainted! it just fainted! DONT NEED TO CHARGE IT!" . face it cheryl! we need a new mouse! i shall go on strike and demand that the school, who has constantly been extorting money from people, to pay a little sum of 1000 :)

CUP NOODLES AND SIPPY CUPS ARE DA BOMB

4:03 AM


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I am Rachel.
My aspiration is to go to the university of agriculture so never have to use my brain again.

Bill Shakespeare is, for reasons unknown, my friend muse.

I am also currently recruiting a lookalike so they can take my exams for me. I ABHOR SCHOOL..

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