people say, life is drama. it would be scary to see the things you watch on screen play itself out in your life, i think. its even scarier to know that these things do happen. imagine coming home one day and realising the past two years of your life has been a lie. then you'll be left wondering how many other years of ypur life has been a lie too.
but people move on, become smarter and grow resilient.
a cliche.
-life is a satire.
the attack of the cockroach. that BIG and UGLY cockroach. i just reached home and was innocently keeping my earrings in my drawer and there it was. big and ugly and every bit menacing. and it was on the side of my bed. i repeat, on the side of my bed. arghh. i didn't know how to get the cockroach off so i asked dear old dad to come help me. baygon. human's best friend. the darned cockroach ran from one side of the bed to the other along the side of the bed. i freaked out. my dad sprayed insecticide again and guess what. it ran diagonally across my bed. ON my bed!! so smart. running diagonally. on my bed. cockroach + baygon. well done. then dear old dad took away the dead cockroach and left me to deal with my hysteria. goodness. i felt so violated. its an invasion of privacy. by a cockroach! and i was so tired and looking forward to sleeping. the bedsheets were fresh. and it was my favourite. arfgh.
anyways i love qixin. i love you girl. love love love. without you i think i would have sat on the chair and bawled till i got tired and fell asleep there. i love you!! thank you so much for understanding and sympathizing and listening to me ramble. i think someone should set up a counselling center for people who have had traumatising run-ins with cockroaches. or a helpline or sth. they have that for the victims of abuse right. well the cockroach abused its freedom of movement when it trespassed my personal space. my most sacred teritory.
alrights. i shall put the trauma behind me.
my money my $15 bucks bleagh. those tickets were reserved! okay but we were late. yea and we missed ch's performance. bleagfwdhh. so disappointing la. and js came just to support him. poor girl. poor us. the guitar was _________. i shall not comment.
till next time. bye.
-ewwwwwww.
4 things.
#1) i had my hair cut. i had my hair cut! finally! woohoo!((: its short now. i like my bob of hair!(:
#2) it was supposed to rain today. the dark clouds gathered.. and nothing happened. sigh. i was hoping it will rain cos the weather these few days is disgusting. but its okay though. i love love love the just-about-to-rain weather.(:
#1.2) i had my hair cut!! *grins*
#3) i find it so irritating. the media just doesn't like us. what's wrong with you people?!
#!&*$#@!.
#4) mr tan conducts hilariously. but we respond, so its good i suppose. to be dramatic. lol. darren has to put on make up haha.
okay that's all. sorry for the randomness. i'm happy! bye!
-arn't we all to some extent exhibitionists?
i want to cut my hair. want want want. and i will. oh yes i will. i just cant stand it anymore. there are so many 'holes' in my hair! asdgblawkeurylvbeac. and the hairdresser layered it until it looks so dry. okay. maybe i'm disillusioned. maybe my hair is dry. but what the heck. why cant the hairdresser just stop when she had it done nice. bleah. she's always doing the same thing. she'll cut until its great, then she'll want to "touch up". touch up until like this so holey pokey higgly moggly. whatever moggly and higgy means. i'll take 3 inches off my hair. 4. i'll cut it to a bob. hm actually why not. cut cut cut. snip snip snip.
ah the wonders of psychological therapy. but i'm really gonna cut my hair. i mean it. don't be a chicken cyn. you don't want to get bird flu. hurhur.
okay i'm in lame-mode right now. if only i could go into i-mode. hur.
oh zihua and francis were so cute during the pagent thing today. lol. okay not so much of francis but zihua. haha complete with belt and everything. which reminds me. that person going around taking photos of girls' skirts should be ___. okay u go fill in the blanks cos i dunno what ought to be done to him, but i just think that something should be done. i know its all for the good of society, but its just sounds like something someone pervertic will do.
yes. right, my dearest. didnt you ever wonder what went wrong? doncha? *turns and shakes bootie* no points for guessing it right, so here let me tell you. respect. as in R-E-S-P-E-C-T. ever wondered what _ _ _ happened to it? there. something for you to think about huh.
the tuts are beckoning.
man. just think abt it. everything will be over all too soon. and then after that....... *cues in dreamy music *
*PING! the bubble bursts* okay i shall not think abt it. my stomach hurts thinking about it.
so, back to tuts. sigh.
BYE.
-hong kong!!((:
world cup finals. so we all decided to watch at zuoyi's place. trooped over to his house at ard after watching poc. watched a bit of wimbledon. that nadal guy was q good. mee siam and encountered cockroaches on the way back. yucks man. they just completely ran past zuoyi and daniel and headed for yiling and i. eww.
italy! yay go italy. the rest of the class supported france except for yawen zuoyi timothy and i. even though they know that italy will win. haha. but i think france played better thou. nvm. italy still won at the end! yay. and what on earth was zidane doing la. it was like so random. and to end his career with a red card. sad. freaking sleepy and after that everyone (well most of everyone) just crashed out on the couch. and ms louisa shifted so much!! argh. couldnt sleep. it was quite interesting to see everyone transform from world cup mode into school mode. and it was nice walking out of zy's house tgt early in the morning wearing the same uniform. and know what. i never reach school at 720 before, except for fridays and it isn't the same cos we had to play the national anthem and victorian anthem for the school. friday mornings are just like super early band pracs. and i'm often late. ahas. so, imagine me in school at 720 in the morning. how cool is that man. woots!
oh ya. speaking of friday mornings, the j1s changed the national and victorian anthem. which i thought was not too bad. at least, not that bad. and a certain someone had to do his usual stuff. i mean, what on earth do you mean they were totally off? "that was like, totally off." helloo you were the one who was totally off okay. you are truly a piece of shit. ten hundred thousand pieces of shit.
soccer for pe. man i suck at soccer. haha. quite funny. i just stood there and became an obstruction. and the guys arn't supposed to tackle us. the stoopiid ball hit me twice. but then again, i was supposed to be an obstruction so i guess i was doing my job pretty well? haha. waihan is a damn good goalkeeper! anyhows soccer sapped me of all the energy i had left. actually coming to think of it i held up pretty well throughout the math lect and chem tut that morn. wahas. but what the heck. thank goodness had half day. went home and slept till dinner. then tried to do work but nth went in. basically i did nth but sleep. yuks. so disgusting. i thought my stamina was better. argh. i'm just getting fat. i can do nth but run. sheesh. and my grades suck.
there's 49 more days to prelims. to gp prelims. they're trying to cheat us huh. and i'm dying for cip hours. someone help me!
!#*%^$%*&$!*&%$#%
-i should just self decapitate.
i saw mandy today! haha. was walking along the st pat's canal under the freaking hot, hot, HOT sweltering sun when i saw her. her sister looked freakingly like her. haha. apaarently they were cycling their way to ecp. yay so long never see her alr. seeing her reminds me of all those s31 memories man. which also reminds me that i havent met all of them in like what. a year? chelle and kelly and arlene and chin soon and junrong and ariffin and all those peeps.
great hair day eh(:
all hail the toilet gang.
9.40am breaks at uncle louise's
the amazing ariffin.
(:
went running just now. havent ran in 74685911432 years and it felt good. although my stamina sucks. bleah. and ms zihua still wants me to run marathon with her?! hm.
okay these past two days have been disgustingly melodramatic. if i ever attempt to do that again someone pls slap me. alrights. that's all. till the next entry. BYE.
-i would like to think that two days per year is enough for anyone.
i kept them, for reasons unknown. now i suspect that i've been keeping them all along for today. A tug on the heartstrings, a twist of nostalgia, the rusted lid pried free, and everything came spilling out on my lap.
were you really really that bored?
'when i asked him what kept a plane from falling out of the sky, he made me sit up and blow across the top of a paper napkin to see if rise like a flag in the wind. " when the air moves faster on the top of the wings than the bottom," he told me, "the plane lifts."
its all about pressure. when it comes at you from all sides equally, nothing moves. but if one side exerts more than the other, you might just find yourself in flight.'
-scoobydoo is so a thing of the past.
right?
tkband won the best display band title again. the fifth time in a row. yay.(: even though i think they don't deserve to win. i think the whole standard has dropped. there was no magic, no sleekness, no anything. maybe they did jerk and spin, but it wasn't hard enough i suppose. the whole thing looked kind of sloppy. the whole competition is becoming like some dance competition with tk and bowen dancing. and deyi has professional dancers as flaggies. it like a see-who-has-the-most-props kind of thing. and tk well maybe tk won cos we had the biggest prop. and i think the most. heh. and so funny the bowen alumni sitting behind us thought bowen won the best drum major award just cos they saw the red feather on the drum major's beret. lol! anyway tkband won and i suppose that's enough. let's go on the win our sixth consecutive best display band award.(: so funny the bowen alumni were like not sad at all when they announced that the award went to tk. haha. i think they're sort of used to it. they havent had the chance to touch the trophy in 5 years. actually, it 10 years. cos 5x2. once in every 2 years. heh poor things.
england lost! brazil lost!! argh. obviously the world cup is not worth watching anymore. bye bye kaka. oh man. its such a pity. england really played their best without beckham and rooney. stupid rooney and his stupid temper. crouch reminded me of bambi trying to walk on ice haha. alrights shall not bitch about them anymore. pentalty shootouts are so unfair. argh.
tomorrow's youth day. so many outings. so many.
and i wonder, will you remember? will you?
heh i think i should slap myself for that.
You know, the moment they announced your name, my heart leaped. your name. you. i heard the commotion outside. i can imagine your joy. your pride. i wanted to congratulate you, to take your hand, and see that smirk on your face that's so part of you. i tried to get outside. i tried and panicked, before remembering that i cannot. that i'm not supposed to. instead, i can only look at you from a distance. keeping that straight face was one of the hardest things i had ever done. do you know? do you? maybe you weren't supposed to know. maybe, after all, that's the way things are.
-that's the way it is.