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 Your Star Wars Title: Errcho of Atir |
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Zhihua'll have to tell me what the hell this means.
| What Your Dreams Mean... |
 You may have a problem you're trying to work out in your sleep. Overall, you are very content in your life. You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind. You secretly want to hide your dreams from your waking mind. |
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HAHAHAHA I have a very vivid imagination!
| You are Brigitte Bardot |
 You're an exotic beauty who turns heads everywhere You've got a look that's one of a kind |
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I disagree with this one! >.<
| You Are Best Described By... |
 by Georgia O'Keeffe |
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I'm abstract art!
Here's a challenge:
Name one thing, anything, at all, that Lee Yinfei is good at.
Anyone who can do that, deserves more than a million bucks.
Because it's impossible.
It's times like this that I ask myself why I was even created. Do I serve any purpose at all on earth? What can my existence do at all? Does it mean anything at all?
I'm not asking to be good at everything. I'm not even asking to be good at more than one thing.
I'm just asking to be good at something. Anything. I'm just asking to be better than just one person, at just one thing. That's all I want.
POTO ROCKED, PWNED, EVERY OTHER SYNONYM IN THE UNIVERSE. ("synonym" looks wrong to me >.<)
ANYWAY. OMG that was an experience of a lifetime. "Past mortal experience", as Zhihua very rightly says. I WOULD PAY ANY AMOUNT TO WATCH IT AGAIN! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. ERIK! *squeals uncontrollably*
Thanks to my mum, who all of a sudden decided that she had to go for a swim at SIX THIRTY, I almost didn't make it in time. I arrived there at 7.40, where a very impatient Zhihua expressed great shock that I had actuallly dared to arrive at such a time when such an occasion was going on.
In the car...
Yinfei: DRIVE FAAAAAASTER! I CAN'T MISS THIS!
Father: You'll arrive there at 8.30, I promise you. Look at this jam!
Yinfei: *cardiac arrest*
Thankfully he was wrong.
Upon arrival, me and Zhihua began gasping on and on about the magnificent looking stage, and discussed about how we could get Brad Little's autograph (chem worksheet and handmaid's tale cast unceremoniously aside).
Yinfei: I brought a memo pad! *waves it around enthusiastically* And a blue marker pen!
Zhihua: Oooooh you'll have to lend me one! Otherwise he'll have to sign my chem worksheet!
Yinfei: I could ask him to sign on my handmaid's tale! (more motivation to read it)
Eventually, however, we went home with empty memo pads and chem worksheets. Awwwwww. He was supposedly at the foyer, but what do you know, he wasn't! And apparently he'd sign nothing but his CD, which costs $25, and which my parents would go ballistic at if I so much as suggested buying it. We were so informed by the counter person who looked slightly amused at the two of us breathless fangirls (phangirls, quoted from Zhihua).
When Erik dear was about to appear, me and Zhihua had inclined ourselves to 20 degrees positions, gripping the bar (and in my case, even banging it a little :D), and taking sharp intakes of breath. CLOAK SWISHING! Omg I think my head went a little dizzy at that point. Rapid oxygen intake, you see. Same for Zhihua. :D The poor soul in front of us turned around a few times to stare at us. Whoops.
Intermission time was a time for high pitched squeals and gasps. We assured each other that we would be crying our hearts out at the end, and we did. When the stupid Christine gave the ring back and ran off with Raoul, and poor Erik was yelling, "Christine, I love you!", me and Zhihua burst into tears. I even had my tissue packet out and ready! But I was too busy clasping the bar and sobbing. And apparently, so was Zhihua.
Favorite quotes:
"Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, that you're not alone!" Me and Zhihua were singing a lot of this the next day, much to the irritation of Zhixin.
"Those eyes that burn."
"He'll burn you with the heat of his eyes."
"Yet in his eyes, all the sadness of the world." OMG. So saaaaaaaaaaaaaad. *sniffles*
"Those pleading eyes."
Hmm. A lot of eye quotes here.
And went Erik started beating his heart and singing, "Anywhere you go, let me go too!", I was like, "OMG" *gasps*
In a burst of bu zi liang li, I actually *blushes* drew Erik. Ohmans. This type of thing should be strictly left to none other than Tan Zhihua. Not me. Poor Erik, I feel so sorry for him.
Only you can make my song take flight, help me make the music of the night!
THE DARK SIDE!
Yep, that's where I've gone over to. After some persuasion by Darth Zhihua the sith lord, I decided that the allure of the dark side was indeed tempting, and decided to move over too. I'm now entitled to an almond fudge ice-cream from my master, which I've yet to claim. Zhixin has been difficult to convert, despite tempting offers of digestive biscuits, cadbury, hersheys and a variety of other chocolates. She insists on DARK chocolate, to be faithful to the DARK side. Yes. I've got ferrero roches now! How about it. Or kit kat. :D
Anyway, Rita and Darth Zhihua have named me Darth Cruella, which I suppose I'll have to accept, seeing I'm the apprentice and she's the master. Heehee. XD
I've been attempting to learn the sith code...
Darth Zhihua: Now, repeat after me, my apprentice...
Both of us start giggling.
Hmm. Not very successful.
Also, there's the case of the evil laughter. Apparently, the wretched mortals consider Darth Zhihua's evil laughter to be "cute", "adorable" and "not evil at all". Mine is apparently "weird", "spastic" and uh, "not evil" too. Gah. But I've been improving!
Rita: You sound mean. (close enough!)
Leican: How come you laugh so evilly? (DID IT!)
Darth Zhihua: Come, let's practice our evil laughter!
Darth Cruella: Ok!
Both of us: One, two, three...MUAHA-(dissolves into giggles)
Ohdears.
I actually tried it at home!
Father: Yinfei what happened to you?!?
Ok, I suppose it was pretty creepy to be practicing golf in one room (while adding a gazillion new scratches to the cupboard and incurring yells from my mum), and then all of a sudden hearing your daughter go "MUAHAHAHAHA" in the next room. XD
Minutes of meeting next time! I promise!
POTO TOMORROW ALRIGHT!
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