Chattyriry hates impatience, apple. I am always on time when it comes to posting. It's either you're too early or too late.
Wishing you a happy belated
APRIL, FOOOOLS
p.s. remember to vote on the polls. We want your opinion, although we do not look at it.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Amigos Para Siempre (Fiend Remix)
Amigos Para Siempre (Fiend Remix)
I don't have to say a word to you
You seem to know whatever mood I'm going through
Feels as though I've nhh-ed you forever
You can peep over the wall and see
The way I look and how fiendish I really am
Maybe I have known you forever
Amigos para siempre means you'll always be my fiend
Amis pour sempre means you'll have hardcore with me
Fiends for nights not just one night or two
Amigos para siempre I feel you near me even when we are apart
Just knowing you are in my bed can warm my heart
Fiends for nights not just one night or two
Just knowing you are in my bed can warm my heart
Fiends for nights not just one night or two
Amigos para siempre
We share memories I won't forget
And we'll share more, my friend, we haven't started yet
We hardcore when we're together
When I look at you I wonder why
There has to come a time when we must say good night
We share memories I won't forget
And we'll share more, my friend, we haven't started yet
We hardcore when we're together
When I look at you I wonder why
There has to come a time when we must say good night
I'm alive when we are are not just fiends
Amigos para siempre means you'll always be my fiend
Amis pour sempre means you'll have hardcore with me
Fiends for nights not just one night or two
Amigos para siempre
ChattyRiry thanks all those who have been so nice to us.
Please do remember, though, to sing this song.
Signing off,
ChattyRiry
P.S. ChattyRiry knows what you did last summer - and she is pleased. You are lucky.
But only for this once. BITCH! =)
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Umbrella (Slut Remix)
Umbrella (Slut Remix) - Lyrics by ChattyRiry
You have me, slut And I'll always be your slut
Maybe in magazines
But I'll still be your slut
Baby cause in the dark
You can see shiny ha-ir
And that's when you need me there
With you I'll always share
Because
When the hair shines, we'll slut together
Told you I'll pros here forever
Said I'll always be a slut
Took an oath
I'ma nhh it out till the end
Now that I'm desperate more than ever
Know that you'll still have my ha-ir
You can breathe in my public ha-ir
You can breathe in my public ha-ir(ha-ir ha-ir eh eh eh)
Inside my public ha-ir(ha-ir ella eh eh eh)
Inside my public ha-ir(ha-ir ella eh eh eh)
Inside my public ha-ir(ha-ir ha-ir eh eh eh eh eh eh)
ChattyRiry dedicates this post to Pubear who was the main inspiration for this song. P.S. Pubear look like SLUT
Signing off most sincerely,
Chattyriry Music Department
Sunday, February 24, 2008
The body in the bag, dedication to Miss Wood
Once upon a time, there lived little red-riding hood. (Her real name was Alice) As directed by her evil mother in law, she was to head towards her grandmother deep in the forest, and hopefully, never come back. Her grandmother lived in a sugar-made cottage, where sweets were free flow for everybody.
That day, little red-riding hood took a big bag containing bread crumbs and magic beans and started her monotonous journey north to her grandmother.
“Oh dear, it’s rather cold today, I should have brought some warm soup for grandma,” little red-riding hood exclaimed.
Her crafty mother-in-law has specially drew a map, no doubt a map from her own imagination, and personally gave it to little red-riding hood. She strictly instructed little red-riding hood to follow exactly as the map read. Therefore, little red-riding hood took out the map and after closely scrutinising, read, “Follow the forest path until you come to a small oak tree with paper for leaves, and from there make a 360o turn. Thereafter, using Pythagoras theorem, find a small signpost south-west-west of you.
Little red-riding hood was a failure in maths; she did not know what was Pythagoras theorem (she pronounced it “pitagoras”), so she tried to recall what her math teacher, Miss Siew had taught her in class eon ago, while following the muddy forest path to the oak tree.
“Oh surely I know what’s an oak tree. It’s a small bush with blue flowers” Evidently, little red-riding hood fails at biology, or perhaps the study of plants.
Suddenly, a wolf of a monstrous size pounced out of nowhere, teeth shining and claws as sharp as knives. Little red-riding hood opened her mouth and let out a hair-raising, window-shattering, deafening, high-pitched, resounding, ultra-loud shriek. She was obviously a master at the choir, possessing the most powerful voice. The eardrums of the wolf vibrated once, then twice, before it ruptured. The wolf screamed in agony and fell to the floor limp. Little red-riding hood took out her hood and strangled the wolf, alleviating its pain, sending it up to heaven. Little red-riding hood wrapped the carcass in her bag of bread crumbs and magic beans.
“I can make wolf siew mai with this,” she said thoughtfully, as she started to drag the bag back to the house, following the trail of blood from her bloody knife.
In the wake of the wolf, little red-riding hood dropped the magic beans from her bag and scattered them where the wolf had died. In an instant, the beans grew into a great bean plant in the very front of her eyes. It grew and grew, and grew and grew until it was so tall and huge, little red-riding hood could see the top of it no longer. She assumed that it had reached the heavens where the wolf must be now. Or perhaps he could be on his way up.
“Poor little wolf. I shall give you a respectable name while you climb up the beanstalk so that you will not be any wolf. Go on now. Go up the beanstalk, Jack.”
Satisfied, she headed on into the woods, dragging the body in the bag. Along the journey, she met numerous animals that could talk to her. They all explained: “You have been brought to wonderland, Alice. That happens when you kill animals. ” Unable to explain why, she sought a tortoise, which was walking slowly. It merely walked on, ignoring her. In the end, a hare managed to convince her that she was not where she was, by bring her to a far land made of something that she had not seen before. It was a stunning sight. Unfortunately, the hare had to head back after their long walk in the forest as he claimed he had a race to complete.
Little red-riding hood turned back, thinking of her grandmother. A sudden flash appeared from the corner of her eye. Little red-riding hood spotted a gleaming book falling out of the bag. She picked it up. It was entitled “Mathematics, Geometry, and Maps by Miss Siew the Great” Referring to a map inside, she got to her grandmother’s house with ease, and together they made wolf siew mais for dinner.
But a fairytale cannot just end like that. Where is Prince Charming? He appeared just when they where having dinner, brandishing his sword in the most magnificent manner, and instructed his subjects to forcefully insert a diamond made shoe into poor little red-riding hood and her grandmother. The shoe fitted perfectly into little red-riding hood’s grandmother’s feet.
“Cinderella!” the prince exclaimed at the grandmother, “You have aged so much since yesterday but am I so glad to have you back!”
With that he proceeded to hug her and removed her from the house.
“Come live with me forever, Cinderella. And don’t you run again.”
Little red-riding hood sat still after the surprising incident. All these had started when she killed the wolf. She went out of the house the retrieve the body, opening the bag. When she looked at the wolf, little red-riding hood vowed that the wolf had blinked at her.
Thank you to Cheng An, minion Sir Derrick, Darren and Yuan Feng for those lovely contribution. As mentioned, wedespise love you.
The above is meant for jovial purposes and no one should feel angry towards us. It is indeed for fun. Never take it seriously. It hurts to be serious, and I'm serious about it.
Signing off rhetorically, right?
2C LORDS ENTENTE ROYALE (CAPSLOCK DEPARTMENT)
He who laughs last, thinks slowest.
That day, little red-riding hood took a big bag containing bread crumbs and magic beans and started her monotonous journey north to her grandmother.
“Oh dear, it’s rather cold today, I should have brought some warm soup for grandma,” little red-riding hood exclaimed.
Her crafty mother-in-law has specially drew a map, no doubt a map from her own imagination, and personally gave it to little red-riding hood. She strictly instructed little red-riding hood to follow exactly as the map read. Therefore, little red-riding hood took out the map and after closely scrutinising, read, “Follow the forest path until you come to a small oak tree with paper for leaves, and from there make a 360o turn. Thereafter, using Pythagoras theorem, find a small signpost south-west-west of you.
Little red-riding hood was a failure in maths; she did not know what was Pythagoras theorem (she pronounced it “pitagoras”), so she tried to recall what her math teacher, Miss Siew had taught her in class eon ago, while following the muddy forest path to the oak tree.
“Oh surely I know what’s an oak tree. It’s a small bush with blue flowers” Evidently, little red-riding hood fails at biology, or perhaps the study of plants.
Suddenly, a wolf of a monstrous size pounced out of nowhere, teeth shining and claws as sharp as knives. Little red-riding hood opened her mouth and let out a hair-raising, window-shattering, deafening, high-pitched, resounding, ultra-loud shriek. She was obviously a master at the choir, possessing the most powerful voice. The eardrums of the wolf vibrated once, then twice, before it ruptured. The wolf screamed in agony and fell to the floor limp. Little red-riding hood took out her hood and strangled the wolf, alleviating its pain, sending it up to heaven. Little red-riding hood wrapped the carcass in her bag of bread crumbs and magic beans.
“I can make wolf siew mai with this,” she said thoughtfully, as she started to drag the bag back to the house, following the trail of blood from her bloody knife.
In the wake of the wolf, little red-riding hood dropped the magic beans from her bag and scattered them where the wolf had died. In an instant, the beans grew into a great bean plant in the very front of her eyes. It grew and grew, and grew and grew until it was so tall and huge, little red-riding hood could see the top of it no longer. She assumed that it had reached the heavens where the wolf must be now. Or perhaps he could be on his way up.
“Poor little wolf. I shall give you a respectable name while you climb up the beanstalk so that you will not be any wolf. Go on now. Go up the beanstalk, Jack.”
Satisfied, she headed on into the woods, dragging the body in the bag. Along the journey, she met numerous animals that could talk to her. They all explained: “You have been brought to wonderland, Alice. That happens when you kill animals. ” Unable to explain why, she sought a tortoise, which was walking slowly. It merely walked on, ignoring her. In the end, a hare managed to convince her that she was not where she was, by bring her to a far land made of something that she had not seen before. It was a stunning sight. Unfortunately, the hare had to head back after their long walk in the forest as he claimed he had a race to complete.
Little red-riding hood turned back, thinking of her grandmother. A sudden flash appeared from the corner of her eye. Little red-riding hood spotted a gleaming book falling out of the bag. She picked it up. It was entitled “Mathematics, Geometry, and Maps by Miss Siew the Great” Referring to a map inside, she got to her grandmother’s house with ease, and together they made wolf siew mais for dinner.
But a fairytale cannot just end like that. Where is Prince Charming? He appeared just when they where having dinner, brandishing his sword in the most magnificent manner, and instructed his subjects to forcefully insert a diamond made shoe into poor little red-riding hood and her grandmother. The shoe fitted perfectly into little red-riding hood’s grandmother’s feet.
“Cinderella!” the prince exclaimed at the grandmother, “You have aged so much since yesterday but am I so glad to have you back!”
With that he proceeded to hug her and removed her from the house.
“Come live with me forever, Cinderella. And don’t you run again.”
Little red-riding hood sat still after the surprising incident. All these had started when she killed the wolf. She went out of the house the retrieve the body, opening the bag. When she looked at the wolf, little red-riding hood vowed that the wolf had blinked at her.
Thank you to Cheng An, minion Sir Derrick, Darren and Yuan Feng for those lovely contribution. As mentioned, we
The above is meant for jovial purposes and no one should feel angry towards us. It is indeed for fun. Never take it seriously. It hurts to be serious, and I'm serious about it.
Signing off rhetorically, right?
2C LORDS ENTENTE ROYALE (CAPSLOCK DEPARTMENT)
He who laughs last, thinks slowest.
Friday, February 15, 2008
The Pledge
We the citizens of Darlaland,
pledge ourselves as 3 disunited groups,
regarding race, language, religion and rank,
to build a dictatorial society,
so as to achieve chaos,
confusion and
incoherence
for her
land
Monday, February 11, 2008
The sad cases of Life.
Now - I held a rally the other day as always, uprising in mutiny against the stupidity of the world, and someone came up to me and said "You're ugly". I was momentarily shocked. I said, politely - "Now, little boy, would you like to go back to your father? Oh. I forgot. You don't know you're father because you're mom was a very naughty girl so you have like 200000000 dads to choose from. It's ok. Sad case. Run along."
And the other day, I came back after niao-ing the entire population of Antartica, and guess what? I found this girl walking from door to door asking for candy. I mean...what has the world COME to nowadays? Parents teach their children to prostitute themselves for candy? Oh please. Come - I'LL buy them candy - Am I right to say? Do you agree? Am I right to say? Aww god! Just...just...stop whoring yourselves, little boys and girls. It's unhealthy. Me? I do it for money. Money is health. And as you can see, I'm in the pink of it.
I love books. But the other day when I was in the bookstore, I saw a mother BARGAINING for book prices. That is just wrong! I mean....who bargains anymore? Usually I just say 'hello, hunks and babes, today we have CHICKEN CHOP and BREADED CHICKEN!' and they'll obey my every command. Of course, that only works for me. I'm CHATTYRIRY the FLAMBOYANT ONE. Didn't you read the prophecies? More are coming by the way - ChattyRiry has been busy with school - So lot's of stuff to do :) I love studying. They make Iraq seem more turgid.
Anyway, FINAL case study - The brothel. Now I know my home may seem indecent, but it's really cool. You get to do lot's of stuff that is extremely legal. You talk and talk, and then you get to talk some more. But there was one guy - he stepped into the brothel with his wife and said 'Get two for us - One for me and one for my wife' - I was STUNNED. Then they gave me two thousand dollars. I was quite ok with them after that. Just...close the curtains, people.
And the other day, I came back after niao-ing the entire population of Antartica, and guess what? I found this girl walking from door to door asking for candy. I mean...what has the world COME to nowadays? Parents teach their children to prostitute themselves for candy? Oh please. Come - I'LL buy them candy - Am I right to say? Do you agree? Am I right to say? Aww god! Just...just...stop whoring yourselves, little boys and girls. It's unhealthy. Me? I do it for money. Money is health. And as you can see, I'm in the pink of it.
I love books. But the other day when I was in the bookstore, I saw a mother BARGAINING for book prices. That is just wrong! I mean....who bargains anymore? Usually I just say 'hello, hunks and babes, today we have CHICKEN CHOP and BREADED CHICKEN!' and they'll obey my every command. Of course, that only works for me. I'm CHATTYRIRY the FLAMBOYANT ONE. Didn't you read the prophecies? More are coming by the way - ChattyRiry has been busy with school - So lot's of stuff to do :) I love studying. They make Iraq seem more turgid.
Anyway, FINAL case study - The brothel. Now I know my home may seem indecent, but it's really cool. You get to do lot's of stuff that is extremely legal. You talk and talk, and then you get to talk some more. But there was one guy - he stepped into the brothel with his wife and said 'Get two for us - One for me and one for my wife' - I was STUNNED. Then they gave me two thousand dollars. I was quite ok with them after that. Just...close the curtains, people.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
WOW! I see new lion dance performances EVERY SINGLE YEAR! It's like they ALWAYS change the choreography.
Nah...for those too dumb to see, actually the choreography is always the same. I mean...How much can you do with a ball of wool and plastic that resembles a monkey? I mean...the only thing I know how to do with it is illegal. Illegal = Bad. Bad. Anyway, the singer was really good though. He appeared to do more than just sing monotonously. He um...let's see. He was respiring. I think. I don't know. If he wasn't dead then definitely something or someone was. Why would ANYONE be so dead then? Just kidding. -_- Did you actually think I was kidding? Really? NO! CHATTYRIRY DOES NOT KID AROUND. SHE IS A FULLY FLEDGED WOMAN. AND SHE LOOKS LIKE A MAN. I MEAN REALLY NICE. I MEAN I DON'T KNOW. I'm not making a fool out of myself - What is he talking about? You're a 'she'? Ahh...no wonder you think I'm kidding - I bet you thought your boyfriend was kidding when he said that he started dating you because you looked like his um...civil partner? Tcha' - you know what? I think you are really weird. You're REALLY weird. Like...Captain Jack Sparrow weird. Urgh.
So, as I was saying - I love Pirates of the Carribean. ChattyRiry does not contradict herself. Shut up. Please, Lord of Light, you are interrupting ChattyRiry. Don't smile at me. Don't smile in my class. Getme? Only I can smile. Five-time winner of Mrs. Darla's weekly MOST STUNNING SMILE AWARD. And no, Lord of Light, they weren't stunned because my teeth is rotten. I do NOT have bad breath. Here, smell.
WHAT? HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME! MINIONS, PEASANTS AND SLAVES - ARREST THIS FIEND! WHAT DID HE DO? Um.....um....let's see - HE SAID I HAVE BAD BREATH! KILL 'IM!
Yours civilly,
ChattyRiry
The only leader in the world who does not resort to violence. She resorts to...elimination.
So, as I was saying - I love Pirates of the Carribean. ChattyRiry does not contradict herself. Shut up. Please, Lord of Light, you are interrupting ChattyRiry. Don't smile at me. Don't smile in my class. Getme? Only I can smile. Five-time winner of Mrs. Darla's weekly MOST STUNNING SMILE AWARD. And no, Lord of Light, they weren't stunned because my teeth is rotten. I do NOT have bad breath. Here, smell.
WHAT? HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME! MINIONS, PEASANTS AND SLAVES - ARREST THIS FIEND! WHAT DID HE DO? Um.....um....let's see - HE SAID I HAVE BAD BREATH! KILL 'IM!
Yours civilly,
ChattyRiry
The only leader in the world who does not resort to violence. She resorts to...elimination.
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