That's me in the cheesy costume. This was after me and my mates somehow went to the Louvre, Paris after the Normandy landing in D-day. Now we know what happened to those missing victorian and edwardian era paintings. Seems like they weren't ravaged by the blitzkrieg after all. Don't ask me why I am posing like that. It seems like I had a momentary bout of narcissism. After all, anybody wise enough to parade around in a superman costume during the second world war ought to get their picture taken, because superman is supposedly bulletproof & super; which makes the krauts want to shoot him even more. Like Hitler, who survived 42 assassination attempts.

Oomph here I am again! (It's not my fault for having a kevlar vest on okay)

Wow I look so FIERCE. Whatever that means. This was actually me, supposed to look like Sir Eisenhower. Wardrobe malfunction explains it. Oh well. This was actually after the failure of Operation Market Garden. Thats why the men here look slightly depressed. Also, I guess my costume lowered their morale. Also, one of my men has a real perky butt. Anybody realised? No? Darn.

Around 20 years after that happening, I was present for the release of The Beatles' album, Please Please Me. But I'm not present in the photo though. I know, so sad right? :( Okay here's the picture.
Aww the beatles did please please me well.

Alright, that's all for now. I sense waves of nostalgia!

I miss all my friends so much! The only time when we'll meet again is during the O level results release! Sigh, and I think I'll really miss all my commonwealth friends, its been a great 4 years. I wonder how all of you are doing. Gosh I really miss my classmates particularly for making every day wonderful.

Sigh anyways I realised there are a list of people whom I wanted to go out with but haven't got a chance to.

1) Farah
2) Huda
3) Liana
4) Si Qing
5) Shahirah
6) Si Hui

If you guys are reading my blog, please tell me when you guys are free!

Till then!

They say the Nile used to run from east to west...
They say the Nile used to run from east to west...

Well hey! This is another one of my incoherent blog posts where I write about something totally not related to my life. Yes, I enjoy being consistently inconsistent. You, my friend, should be happy because if I were to write something about what happens in my life, my blog name wouldn't be "am-i-that-hysterical" anymore but probably "typicaltweengal" or summat or nothing or whatever. Right...ha-ha.

Okay welllllll speaking of blog names, the other time maisarah asked me through the facebook chat thingy magingy what her blog name was. I was thinking of something like "iamsecretlyemo" or "hipposrus" or "selfproclaimedrodent" or "iloveafiah" or something like it. Then she sent me an sms saying her blog name is like this h_ _ _ _ f_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. So, you know o levels being over and everything i was guessing something like hello freedomss or happy faloofles or something happy, bright and quirky like a flying Mary Poppins.

*Inhales* So...(to my dismay) my dear friend Maisarah Bte Hamzah told me her new blog's name is hairy fantasies. Okay okay i think the blog name is pretty cute but whoa! Really unexpected. On a brighter note, Maisarah writes awesome stuff so do give her blog a read! Damn, I should really do advertising when I grow up. I like to come up with catch phrases and captions and things like that.

I think Ris Low is so unoriginal. I mean come on, what kind of word is boomz? It doesn't have a meaning for one. Two, she just enhances the word boom with a Z. Three, there's only one syllable in that freaking word of hers. Four, IT HAS NO FREAKING DEFINITION. So how, or rather why do people even make a big fuss out of boomz? Not to mention that I do not, find it amusing, witty, or funny in any sort of way.

Oh my goodness I really can't stand the stupidity of the Singapore Idol theme! "Step up and dance". That has got to be a disgrace to the history of idol themes! What kind of stupid theme is that, hello, earth to singapore idol, this is a singing competition not a try-your-luck-dancing competition and neither is it a rihanna wannabe competition. Eew the theme is so wannabe. I'd rather 'zig a zig ahh' to Spice Girl's wannabe than to watch that episode of Singapore Idol.

Whatevs.

I am the rain
Held in disdain
Lotions and potions just add to my fame
The rime that in spain
Fall on the plain
The truth is I'm ruthless
I can't be contained.

I'm the rain

My friend the wind
To breath he is twinned
Blow high or low high
Tornadoes to spin

My mother the cloud
In widow's black shroud
Gives birth to the earth
Before fields can be plowed

Up in the sky, we've demand to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe

I'm the rain

My cousin the snow
Lays blankets below
States that her falkes are
The threads to the soul

My rival the sun
Who ripens the plum
Is feared and revered
He gives sight to the gun

Up in the sky, we've demand to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe

Up in the sky, we've demand to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe

I am the rain, am the rain

I am the rain, who's held in disdain
The truth is I'm ruthless, I can't be contained...

-Pete Doherty