Justea

I don't know why I drink so much of it. Maybe I'm addicted to it. Or maybe drinking it has become some sort of a tradition. Either way, every time I go to a coffee shop, I will usually order it.

Justea incorporates (or tries to incorporate) green tea with the regular line of fruity flavours. My favourite flavour would be white grape (whatever that is) with aloe vera bits. I never really bothered to look at what they put in it. Oh well. It really tastes a bit too sweet for me, but the ice most coffee shops so kindly provide help me to dilute it. What I like, is the aloe vera bits, firm with just the right bit of crunch.

Like I said before, I don't know why I drink so much of it. It's not THAT good, but, nevertheless, nice. I guess this goes to prove that I am easily satisfied when it comes to drinks, or just don't care. I don't even like green tea.

Not for a long time

4-Nov-2008

Today i woke up around 6.30am. My body instinctively flew off my bed. A great light encircled me. I squinted. Today, I felt something I had not felt for a very long time. My mind played over and over...

'O' Level Art Exam.

Since Std 4, I have never sat for a formal exam.

The day before, the middle finger on my right hand suffered a badminton accident (courtesy of my partner) to the first joint from the knuckle. It had bled enough to dye my finger red from the first to second joint by the time I took the trouble to look at it. I'm not the kind to believe in omens but it ached whenever I clenched my fist. I am not a sissy, but I DID have an art exam coming up.

Wounded digits aside I would say I was quite calm compared to my art teacher, parents and sibling. I now quote my brother.

"These exams are hard on everyone... Except you!"

My serene demeanor started to fail me the day of the actual exam however. During the trip by car to the British Council where the exam was held, I found myself going through the details over and over. How the placement of objects should go, what steps to take and what equipment I might have forgotten were all questions I interrogated myself with. I must say I wasn't that nervous though, because when all that was said and done, I fell asleep. I then reached the place, enjoyed a nice breakfast at The Cofee Bean before entering the room marked "Silence Please".

As soon as I entered I noticed that they expected me to paint in a carpeted room, but my concentration was needed elsewhere. I stared at a tennis bag. It stared back at me, its contents spilling out of it so it looked more "Artistic".

Before the exam, the thought of an invigilator invoked pictures of very nosy people who patrol back and forth with an occasional stop to bend over and look at your artwork. However, due to the fact that the room opposite mine held candidates sitting for a Physics paper, as well as the fact that there was only one invigilator... he was a rare sight.

I had also pictured myself in a room with more people. There were 2.... Including me. Issac, a 19 year old chap sat at another seat painting plants. A nice guy. Painted the background with the kind of brush used for walls. I still wonder why I never thought of that...

Looking through the box of paints, I found out that I didn't have black. Turned out I had switched the black paint cap with the Prussian blue paint cap. Thank God... Scared the **** out of me.

Despite this, to my surprise, I was quite satisfied with the way my work turned out.

Scared of chicks.

Today, I found out that I'm allergic to chick peas. It started when my mother bought a bag and popped a few into my mouth.

Nothing happened. So I started eating more. After eating about 10 more, my mouth started aching slightly. That's how I found out.

Some time ago, I found out I'm allergic to a certain breed of yam. I've inherited this attribute from my biological mother whose hands itch when she handles those yams. I know that she IS my biological mother because:

1. We both share the same allergy.
2. She says so.

I am not adopted.

Things I sometimes think about.

An example:

-"I wonder if it was a boy or a girl..."-

*stares at a dory fish fillet*

...

Oh well, they taste the same anyway...

Speechless

It's hard to stay mute , especially if you possess a big mouth OR an older brother bent on thwarting your efforts. My brother had both. Today, he started on a project that required him to experience how a mute person feels when he's... well, mute. The duration: 4 hours.

Not wanting it to look bad on his record, he started again after his first try was deemed imperfect due to his absent minded utterance of the words, "Where is Dad?".

All was going well in take 2 until dinner, when he spotted an object in his dory fish fillet that, as most dory fish fillet eaters would know, shouldn't be there.

"Bone!" he exclaimed.

I laughed out loud.

Just one word! Forget a perfect record, he wasn't going to start all over again!

He slouched.

I told a joke.

He laughed. Spilled water on his T-shirt.

"You made me spill!" he uttered.

He hopes to try again tomorrow. The object wasn't even a bone.

Try finding the dark blue dot.

Use whatever way you can think of.

Can you find it?

Just because you can't SEE it, doesn't mean it isn't there.

See?

Minesweeper.

Maybe you've heard of it, maybe you haven't. Most of us (or was it just me?) have forgotten it was there altogether even though it could have been sitting right beside one of its more popular siblings - free cell or spider solitare. Nevertheless, I seem to have taken a liking to it.

It's back.

I hoped it wasn’t.
I wished it wasn’t.
I prayed it wasn’t.

But it was.

Munch, munch, munch… Bang! It was back.

I gotta stop sleeping at 12.30…

Munch, munch, munch, GAH!

(For those of you who have no idea on whats going on, read the other post I posted on the 24th of January 2008.)

<3 Happy Valentine's Day =D

Just some test I remember reading in a chain mail.
It went something like this:

Try naming the colours of the words below.

red blue green purple grey blue purple red grey green purple grey red

Now, try reading the words themselves.

Which can you do faster?

Did you know...

That my mother slashed our mango tree repeatedly in order to blackmail it into making babies just so that we could eat them? O.o

Munch, munch, munch...

I start on a piece of delicious murtabak.

Munch munch munch. Munch munch AUGH! This has to be the fifth time today!

It started during dinner yesterday. My dad said it was probably because I was tired. Oddly, it is still happening today.

Munch munch munch. Munch munch YEARGH! I bit my lower lip -AGAIN-!

Munch munch munch...

Badminton Training

9th January 2008

Badminton training started that day.

I learned new skills, or rather, proper versions of my old badminton strokes. I discovered that with proper strokes, I need less brute force and use up less energy. I learned how to lob, do forehand lifts and backhand lifts.

I then played an 11 point game with a girl who was a regular trainee at the training academy who was very serious and practically shaking with anxiety. Her anxiety caused her strokes to be inaccurate and lost her many valuable points as she fumbled here and there.

I, on the other hand, had learned the three proper strokes that I had yet to master. The rest were homemade. When I started to play, I tried and failed to utilise the new strokes. After the first three points, I gave up all dignity and started playing my own way. My final score was 10.

After that, my brother and I went for what our mother thought was cooling down. The exercises were supposed to help you avoid getting muscle injuries after the training. We hopped, did push ups, duck-walked and many other weird and strenuous exercises. It seemed my mother was mistaken. It was actually stamina training!

If you have ever have gone through one of these trainings, you might have found yourself out of breath, shaking in the legs and perhaps gasping for water with no strength even to open a bottle cap. I couldn't even get through it all due to my asthma history.

That was the first day of my badminton training. I look forward to more training.

Except the part where they train your stamina.

An Announcement.

I would like to wish all visitors to my blog a Merry New Year 2008! That is all.