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15th march.
nineteen, biitches.
st. francis methodist.
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Saturday, May 31, 2008
so the Sichuan earthquake has been really devastating news, and in the effort to raise some money, the Student Councillors decided that they'd put up a skit on the Parable of the Good Samaritan, and have several of us sing to BlackEyedPeas' Where Is The Love. problem is, about three- quarters of that song is rapped by Will.I.Am. rap. reading with a rhythm right? shouldnt be so hard for most people. the thing is, i'm not most ppl. i have absolutely no sense of rhythm. "Fine, sing for the chorus", i was told. ahahahhahahahahah, Biggest Joke Ever. when i sing, Kelvin has been quoted saying: He'd rather jump down 6 floors than continue listening to me sing. when i say I Can't Sing, i mean: I.CANNOT.SING. like, i dont mean: I'm too shy to let others hear my voice, i literally mean, I CANT SING. because i am basically, tone- deaf.
i think i even sing Happy Birthday off- key, thus the loud clapping. we finally decided on someone who could actually Sing, so my name was put down for rapping despite my pleas.
yeah, i really might as well have signed up to publicly humilate myself cause i messed up on the second line and decided to let Will.I.Am himself continue.
whatever, it was for a good cause anyways.
anyways, since El is like, insanely in love with Shia Labeouf. dont ask why; he reminds me of a bean. Nel&Kel&El&Emi&I went to see that Indiana Jones movie. with all that hype about it, i honestly thought it was going to be decent, but even for an action movie, it was kinda Blah.
hahhahahaa, my Dad saw it and thought that Harrison Ford was an embarrassment to himself for being over half a century old and running around with whips like his twenty. honestly, i wouldnt care if i looked like the biggest fool in the world if at the end of the day, i raked in the millions.
my Dad would so rock more at it.
ohmygod, my Mum's so mean. we were at a restuarant having lunch and i was ordering a whole bunch of food, cause i'm a growing child and need all the nutrients i can get. and when my Mum finally stopped me and after the waitress left, she was like:
mummy: girl, you shldnt eat so much.
me: but i'm hungry though
mummy: ta. your boobs sit on your stomach, and your stomach sit on your thighs. like, the three- layered pork.
OHMYGOD. that was so mean! the meanest thing ever, comparing me to a pig. but it was pretty darn funny 'cause i laughed til my resting-on-my-thighs stomach started to hurt so bad. just for the record, my Mum was SOOOOOOO totally exaggerating. HAND TO GOD.
me: holly, ohmygod. grab my arm here. feel the fat.
holly: no, i dont want to.
me: it's okay, just grab it.
holly: chantal, i dont want to.
me: grab the damn fat!
holly: ... ohmygod, why do you always force me to do these things.
random-est night ever.
asian, bitch.
CHANTAL, out.
xoxo