The Checklist

I have a confession to make: I have never read the Lord of the Rings novels.
And yet the novel collection is what I consider to be one of my favourites. Isn't that funny now? :)
Maybe it's the fact that Tolkien wrote the best set of novels of the century, or maybe it's the movies that made the books look so interesting; but I won't deny that I have never read more than a hundred pages of the the Fellowship of the Ring.
I think my English was still improper and not advanced enough when I first started reading the Fellowship of the Ring, but I still found the book interesting enough for it to put it in my favourite books list. I have no idea if these things happen to other readers, so yeah. Haha. :)

Anyway, I went to watch this movie called Planet 51 yesterday (after failing to buy tickets for 2012), and the movie was actually pretty OK. I mean, despite the fact that there wasn't enough space in between the seats, and I had to slide down a bit in my chair so that I could rest my head on the top of the seat, and there were people munching on popcorn so loudly, and you could hear people whispering and talking (as I've said, there wasn't enough bloody spaces in between the chairs to assure total comfort), and there was this baby wailing all the time and people giving the parents weird looks and I could stretch my legs nicely, yeah, it was a pretty good movie.
But, well, note the fact that I don't rate movies that highly. I enjoy almost every movie that I watch. :)

Anyway, THIS is Planet 51:

It's basically about this astronaut who landed on this alien planet called Planet 51, and all the aliens thought HE was an alien that was here to hijack their planet and control their minds with his super mind controlling powers. But the astronaut, named Chuck Baker, had only one mission, which was to get to his captured spaceship and get back to Earth so that he could join the Nickelodeon's Kids Choice Awards (he was to get slimed). Some teenager inhabitants of Planet 51 believed that Chuck Baker wasn't a complete psycho and decided to help him get to his spaceship, which we know in every cartoon that the mission was achieved and it all ended with a happy ending. :)

So yup, quite a funny movie.
And to top it off, in a totally unrelated matter to the said movie, my mom bought me a new tote bag. :D

Me And You And A Dog Named Boo

My post title is a song name; presumably a song created in the same era as "itsybitsyteenyweenyyellowpolkadotbikini". Why can't we get such nice song titles nowadays? Haha.

Anyway, I am here with a quest. A quest to revive my blog. And since I have nothing interesting to blog about, what better thing to do to attempt a blog-revivification than to create holiday lists! :)

Rachel's Holiday List of Dids
1. Did wake up every morning to watch Grey's Anatomy.
2. Did school work revision as mom requested (it's the holidays!!!)
3. Did buy a new purse.
4. Did go shopping for new turtlenecks in preparation for China trip.
5. Did some helping out to clean up the house.
6. Did go jogging.
7. Did practice my guitar.
8. Did freak out a bit when I agreed to perform in a mini concert.
9. Did face my nerves when I managed to perform in the mini concert.
10. Did watch A Christmas Carol (not as nice as I hoped it would be).
11. Did play chess and won (TWICE BABY!)
12. Did play Cluedo and won. :)
13. Did play Scrabble and got the letters that make up the words "porn" and "fart".
14. Did text a lot.
15. Did finish the Star Wars saga.
16. Did manage to create an entry in my diary after a whole month of neglecting it.
17. Did go to the salon and get my hair cut.

Rachel's Holiday Lists of Shoulds
1. Should win an award for trying to resurrect my dead blog.
2. Should have saved more money to go shopping.
3. Should go and watch New Moon. :D
4. Should watch Twilight (yes, you got me, I've never watched it before).
5. Should watch more movies.
6. Should finish reading my 1,073 page thick Gone with The Wind by Margaret Mitchell.
7. Should charge my iPod.
8. Should do something daring like try a double flip in mid air and risk breaking my neck but I won't because I'm not an adrenaline junkie.
9. Should (or should not?) buy a new bag.
10. Should think of something more interesting to blog about because if I were someone else and I were reading my blog I think I would hit the little red X button hastily.
11. Should write a heartwarming holiday story and become famous like Charles Dickens.
12. Should go climb a rock.
13. Should do something unexpected. Like what I don't know. Give me suggestions!

Mystery Google Repost!

Why can't people get the mysterygoogle thing that I posted on my blog? :/

Anyway, I'll just give the explanation another try, :)

So one day, I ventured forth to the mysterygoogle website to try this little thing that my sister showed me. Once entering the site, you hit the search button without typing anything into the search box. The words "Please don't type gibberish" bounces out after the page refreshes. Thus (as I've said,) being mischievously curious, I typed the word "gibberish" into the search box and hit enter. The words "Well, aren't you clever" pops out.

Now isn't that cute? :)

Mysterygoogle also replies to search sentences such as "hello" and "poop".

Go enjoy yourself! :D

Oddballs

The funniest thing happened yesterday.

I was in the kitchen looking for my Milo wafer (my last one, unfortunately) when I heard this scraping noise behind the kitchen door. So I paused, thinking it was a mouse. I wanted to be sure so I kicked the door. The scraping noise was heard again. I pulled the door open and kicked the bucket next to the dog food.

I was right, it was a mouse.

So I squealed and ran all the way to study room, yelling 'There's a mouse in the kitchen there's a mouse in the kitchen!'

My dad and aunt then hastened to the kitchen, and while I was left there in the study room, I started to laugh. At myself. Because I found my reaction to the mouse in the kitchen so funny. Hahaha.

I know that it's really weird, because screaming while running when you see a mouse is perfectly normal for, well, normal people. But I'm not afraid of mice, and I've once defeated a mouse. Like a mouse-warrior-defeater.

So yeah. There I was, giggling at my very own reaction, with my mum staring at me and smiling amusedly. And I don't think I stopped giggling minutes later.

Hahaha, what a silly night that was.

A Little Piece Of Maturity

I've been watching Grey's Anatomy yesterday afternoon (it's back on StarWorld, yes!). And there was this phrase from the ending narrate saying 'we can never fully grow up.' or somewhere near that.

Well anyway, that saying is so true. Because I think that there will always be a part of us which will remain as immature as we were when we were 9, no matter how old we get. I mean, any grown man wouldn't even be able to resist the temptation to tease or pull a childish prank on someone sometimes (unless they're those really boring kind of people who miss out this little thing called LIFE). You know, have a little fun. :)

I know for sure that certain events and experiences have taught me to grow up. At the age of 16, I want to be the kind of person who thinks rationally, analyses logically, be practical, responsible, disciplined, trustworthy and other characteristics of the same aspect. However, I do not aim to be boring. I still enjoy planning April Fool pranks, take part in silly stupid bets (and losing), dance around my house like an idiot, etc.

My point is that I've grown up. As in, I wasn't the irrational, stupid and overly-playful little girl who often gets herself into a telling-off by her mum and fights/argues with her sister almost everyday. Well, I obviously have not achieved everything that I wish to achieve at 16, but at this stage I will say that it's close enough. :)

P/S: I have new spectacles! Aha aha aha!

You Know That I'll Always Love You ;)

My arm muscles feel sore, after spending the whole of Thursday distributing school magazines to about 115 teachers in the morning session. And it's wasn't the easy type of magazine-distributing, the sit-there-and-wait-for-people-to-come-and-collect-the-magazines type, oh no. It was the walking-around-the-whole-school-carrying-10-magazines-at-each-round-looking-for-teachers-to-give-them-their-magazines-and-making-sure-that-they-sign-this-piece-of-pink-paper.

Ask PeiShe how it feels, I bet her muscles are all seized up too. But well, it was good exercise.

Anyway, my sister's coming home! :)

After 4 days of being in the hospital and going through surgery, she's coming home. I cannot tell you how proud I am of her strength to endure the pain she went through (and is still going through) after the surgery, and it amazes me how fast she's recovering. This shows that we women, are tough creatures.

But what I cannot believe, is that after the straightening of her spine, my 13 year old sister is now as tall as I am. She's 3 years younger than I am and she's the same height as me! I wouldn't mind so much if she was born a year younger but NO.

People have already started asking me if I'm her elder sister or younger sister.

!!!

What's more is that she'll keep sprouting, and if she doesn't stop growing so fast she'll be 6 FEET TALL. DO YOU WANT TO BE 6 FEET TALL CHELSEA?

I, on the other hand, can only dream of growing another 5 cm, for I have not sprouted at all since June this year. And you do not want to know how I found out about that without measuring myself with the measuring tape.

So later on, whenever you see a picture of my sister and I in it, you'll notice that I'll be wearing high heels. Oh yeah, that's right.

Count Your Minutes

Today, I somehow feel the necessity to blog about something, anything. But after the one thousandth time of trying to blog about something, anything, I give up.

So now I just want to say that :

1. I really really want to go rockclimbing, ever since whoever suggested it.

2. I want to finish watching the Star Wars marathon.

3. I want to have a Lord Of The Rings marathon, if it is possible.

4. I miss my sister already and I hope she recovers real quick and that if she really really wants a Starbucks I'll buy one for her.

5. I just remembered that I ought to put my Famous Amos junkies in the fridge before it melts.

6. I like my new room a lot a lot a lot.

7. I'm going to miss the Editorial Board seniors a lot, and thank you for, well, EVERYTHING. :)

MWAH.

When The World Comes Down

Okay, so as everyone knows, yesterday was the All-American Rejects concert.

It was SPECTACULAR (because 'awesome' is getting quite old on this blog of mine).

I arrived at the concert venue smelling of rose fragrance (thanks to mum's new body soap) and went home stinking of sweat. But I guess you could say it was all worth it.

I am waiting for Michelle to post the pictures taken at the concert on her blog. :)

The best part of the Digi concert was of course the All-American Rejects themselves and the crowd singing along to their songs, but the worst part of the concert was the stupid people who pushed and shoved everyone rudely and violently out of the way just to get to the front of the crowd to hear the concert. I almost fell down. See, I had a very nice spot at the beginning of the concert, along with JesCee, Michelle, Matthew, ShaLin they all. And as we moved forward to get a better view of the stage we found ourselves standing behind this gang who danced like nobody's business and were practically hitting everyone who was standing around them, namely- us. It got even worse when they started pulling other gang members in front to join them.

Hello? A nice "excuse me" would've done it. And yes, I get it, you dance at a concert, but I'm pretty sure you dance only when you have space around you; if not you just jump up and down and wave your hands like other people did.
SERIOUSLY.

So then we squeezed all the way to back of the crowd and watched the concert from far, far behind. But it was still really enjoyable: it was cooler there and there were no bloody people pushing us around. SERIOUSLY. what is wrong with those people?

SLAP THEM I TELL YOU.

But other than that, the concert was fun, and I regret dropping my balloon clasher thingees accidentally-on-purpose. So I was clapping with my hands instead and they got all red and painful after some time. Went home by LRT after that, and I felt all sticky and sweaty and smelly. But like, in a good way. Haha.

So there you go, yesterday's event. :)