Devastation. My mind. My heart. I shall die for a bit now.

Bridal Screams.

I DONT WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE! YOU CANT MAKE ME!!! *STAMPSTAMPSTAMPSTAMP. Crawl under the table and hug a leg* I WANT TO STAY HOME AND GET MARRIED AND HAVE 4++ KIDS AND OPEN A SWEET SHOP WITH OLIE AND BEAN AND GO TO CAMBODIA TO HELP PEOPLE AND LIVE IN PINE GROVE FOREVER. Quick arrange a marriage for me.

The Grammatically Elite.

I have an annoying habit. I correct people's grammar mistakes in my head, both written and verbal. I'd be thinking as i read someone's reply on msn, that the sentence should have read, "You should have gone!" instead of "You should have went!", and how come you cant tell the difference!!! Of course, i dont actually tell them, "Eh! It should be 'will', not 'would' leh! Because, you see, it's the present tense you should use now since it's happening in the present. 'Would' is used when refering to past events." If so, I think i will have no friends in 3 days. My annoying habit annoys me because why am i being so elitist!? So sick. If that's the way people are then that's the way it is la! Why must everyone speak the King's English just to please my royal behind? I slip up sometimes and spew some ungrammatical English. Even these things i feel a burning desire to correct. Like, oh man! Please la, it's the royal behind now who made the mistake! How now brown cow? I dont know.

Where's the Thump-thump??!

My favourite scene in Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man's Chest is the part where Jack Sparrow gets swallowed by the tentacle beastie thing. To me, Jack Sparrow never looked cooler than in the scene where he drew his sword and said, "'Ello Beastie," and leapt into the monster's mouth, all in slow mo. I swear, my heart melted and now it belongs to him. Deyao says the part where Elisabeth Swann pretends to faint from the heat to make Will, Jack and Norrington stop fighting, looks like something i would do. Where got!! No. And now, since my computer refuses to upload a picture of an Intensely Bored Baeing, and seeing as it's 2am and my eyeballs feel like clay marbles, i shall go to bed without another word.

Wonderments of a person just awake.

Here is the mess.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!! WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL MY OTHER PICTURES?? okay this is not a very good example of mess. The other photos seem to have mysteriously eluded me. Or did i even upload?? *ponderponder* Poor doggo... i cant walk him yet cos the gas uncle is here to fix the stove and it's already 10am! Someone's bladder must be bursting right about now. ooh. A fly just recklessly jumped out of my 17th floor window. Do flies get ear pressure when they fly so high? And so Vera pondered the mysteries of life on this very sunny Thursday morning.

The Little Cleaning Princess.

My, my. I am rather proud of myself today i must say. I vacuumed, i tidied things, i hung out the clothes, i sliced up boxes, sprayed water at the vacuum cleaner filter in the very gross kitchen bathroom, and on the whole got very usefully filthy. I actually have found joy in vacuuming the floor. It gives me satisfaction to see the little black specks and dog hair that litter the tiles disappear, sucked into oblivion by the merciless and very noisy Osim Mermaid. WHAHAHHAHAHA!!! A minor annoyance is Baeng's unexplained enmity towards the vacuum cleaner. He kind of goes into a frenzy when the machine is switched on and gallops around belligerantly and barking when he feels it's doing something it shouldn't be doing - like moving back and forth too fast, or becoming louder when i increase the power. He also occasionally tries to attack the head by pouncing on it and trying to gnaw it. It slightly inhibits my vacuuming efficiency from having to yell, "Baeng! KEEP QUIET!" and "OI! Go back cage!" and "Where's my cane!?", alternately. My poor ex-maids.

And once again, we are high on coffee.

Since i'm getting adrenaline rushes every 0.5seconds, i shall endeavour to hop around the office 10 times.

I love fun of the rolling, boisterous, crazy laughing kind. The kind where you get to squelch in sloppy mud, throw water bombs, build forts and climb and swing from things. Where people run around uninhibited and screaming. Screeching and tumbling and scratching and pulling and shoving. The kind that mummy really disapproves of for a proper young lady who is 18-going-on-19. There was once during Ruth's last birthday or something and Bean was invited, and Jess, Bean and i had a jolly rumbling time yelling and running around the house like mad elves. Mother gave me a mighty scolding in the car after that, with stuff about behaving like a girl my age should, and disturbing everyone's holy tranquility. I didnt see point she was making, and really, i still dont. Fun should be had, and properly had. Not killed like a chicken.

Also, who's to say how people of different ages should act. Just because no one else who's 46 years of age enjoys having a paper ball fight in the office, does not justify you being expected to be staid and matronly like the rest of them. They're all just boring and very frumpy. So Woohoo for you! I do not believe in "acting your age". You should never let your age and the stereotype that comes with it, keep you from racing in a airport luggage trolley (unless, of course, youre rheumatic because that might be a bit hard then).

I do hate it when i'm having loads of fun, and someone interrupts just because interrupter feels that we, as mature adults should not resemble the rabble of 6 year olds in the playground there. Well, seriously darling, speak for yourself.

Pretty Shoeses.

BEANY'S YEEYEE HAS BOUGHT US VERY PRETTY CAMPER SHOES FROM BARCELONA! I have foreign produce! Oh smiley day =)!!!
















These are mine.
















These are Bean's.
















And these are Bean's sister's.

I love Campers, Campers love me!

ALL SCREAM TOGETHER:

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

My right eyeball is officially explosive. It feels bruised.

Due to dirty contacts. The doctor has given useful eyedrops and anti-swelling tablets so rescue it. Plus i have to wear glasses for the next 3 days and risk looking like an acorn.

The end.

Your Song - Elton John

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

I love this song!