I thereby proclaim this blog officially closed for good, never to be reopened unless the sky falls down and misses me by that few centimetres. Blogdrive is a much better alternative.
Ah wang was shaved recently cos of the invasion of the gigantic ticks. He shivers even when he's hiding behind a huge umbrella opened to shield him from the cold. I suspect he's simply cowering in shame.
Welcoming the new year in approximately 9 hours 45 minutes.
Everything feels the same, just like a normal day. Who was the one who said that we've gotta celebrate the new year coming? Who made it a tradition to make resolutions that no one will bother to keep?
Someone must have been just as bored to think up of such ideas.
Ah wang's been invaded by ticks again. Big ones. I wonder if ticks are just thin sacks containing blood. Small bags of portable blood in fact. Gross. It's amazing how much liquid such a small (peanut-sized) thing can hold without bursting. Imagine. My sister just had to squash it on this guy's face making him look like a present day GUAN GONG with the blood smearing over his face.
New year resolution? To live through 2005 in one piece with my sanity intact.
I think I've not exercised for like, 4-5 months. I mean those real intense ones and not just running after the bus or rushing up the flight of stairs before the train leaves or even dashing to the nearest toilet in sight when its high tide.
My muscles are not groaning, they're on a strike!
My whole body feels like its gonna fall apart any time I sneeze too violently. A flu on top of premature ageing symptoms.
They say that the only way to go is up when you can go no lower. Well, there's always the underground option you know.
I'm starting to recognise patterns and habits of ah wang. Like when he sits tall and proud insid ethe house conveniently near a cushion, we'll immediately tense up cos the next step he'll take is to plant his fat butt on it and tune in to dreamland. That's when we step in to stop him cos he'll shed all over the house. Plus he stinks up the room.
Also, before he lays down to curl up to sleep (that's when he looks most adorable), he'll circle the bedding round and round like he's on an invisible merry-go-round before plonking his gigantic mass on it with a great *pomp* while all along sniffing the carpet to check for his trademark overpowering odour. It was easy to be misled into thinking that it was the crow hunters with their guns.
I've been living with ah wang for too long. Am I starting to look like him, however remotely? I hope not. I'd have so much touble handling ah wang's admirers.
Sunday... I seem to always spend my sundays in the same fashion- stare at the computer's glaring screen for hours on end. It seems like a waste to throw such a fine day away doing such mindless stuff like a walking, talking, eating, breathing zombie minus the yellow talisman or the garlic and stake part.
No one's home. I seem to have the most boring life considering the fact that it revolves around the computer 24/7. I'm starting to think that its mroe of a hindrance than an aid. It certainly is distracting, you know, when you're desperately trying to concentrate on this particularly complic ated and mind-boggling sum when the computer steps in and tries to seduce you into pressing that 'On' button.
One would almost think that I'm married to the computer. There are many reasons why that's untrue. First, I'm a minor, parental consensual is required. Second, a computer don't exactly have fingers to carry a wedding band and thirdly, I can't say the feeling's mutual. The computer loves to throw tantrums everynow and then like a rich spoilt brat.
Just to let anyone know, I'm going over to blogdrive, nothing in particular, though it doesn't seem to lose my post all the time PLUS its more reliable. At least I hope so.
Nothing been's done so far; haven't got around to figuring out the complex html codes and all the others cos they seemed to be written in latin instead.
By the way, is it me or am I getting loads of gigantic sized mosquito bites? Seriously itchy and I can't scratch at them! Is it the weather? Is it me? My blood must be too sweet for the mindless bloodthirs ty insects to resist. There goes another one! And I can't seem to squash them at all. I have 5 bites on my hand and legs currently and I'm still counting. Imagine the difficulty just to type a phrase without having to lift your fingers off the keyboard just to get one of them! It's infuriating! Mosquitos are sadists! They love torturing human beings by making us scratch and scratch like monkeys!
After making my purchase, I rushed home, locked the door, pulled the shades and plonked myself down on the lumpy beanbag armed with a neverending supply of popcorn, free-flowing drinks, the remote control and of course, boxes and boxes of tissues within arms reach. All this just to settle down to a 2 hour long movie after which the clearing up begins. No wonder why people would rather pay $8.50 (not including food and drinks) just to catch a movie at the cinema. Why bother with the hassle?
Of course there's the added bonus of the right to bawl your eyes out at the sad scenes with no worries in your mind that your movie neighbour sitting next to you would tsk loudly or looked disgusted with your mucus and tears running down like some overactive slime monster on the loose. You can scream your lungs out for all you want without any fear of repercussion. Like being stuffed with mouthfuls of popcorn by your not-very-nice-and-friendl y movie neighbour or even giving commentries throughout the whole film (being rich and bored folks, they'd have caught the film twice before) like when would the baddies die, spoiling the whole movie for us ordinary folks, which brings us back to why more people prefer catching a movie in the comfort of their cramped and bright-as-day homes.
I think Quill is a good movie though not exactly blockbuster stuff but watch out for those tearducts! I hate the story. It's dumb and meaningless especially since I cannot even comprehend what they're talking about. Stupid thing really to dub it in Cantonese and conveniently NOT add in the English subtitles especially when they're shooting away like a machine gun in Cantonese, a language which I'm not that familar with.
I just love the golden labrador in it. But ah wang's definitely cuter.
Staring, or even stealing just a slight glance out into empty space, particulary if solid nice ground is a good 20+ stories away just make my head oozy like I've just stepped down from a rollercoaster with my heart beating away like the aftermath of free falling a terrifying 35 stories, minus the screaming. That'd explain why sometimes, I walk like a drunk octopus when I'm more than 5 stories above ground. This is one case whereby more is not directly proportional to being merrier.
Come to think about it, that could account for my low intellect. It must be the air up there which helps stimulate student's thinking and increase their mental capacity for absorbing information like a gigantic sponge.
Who was the one who came up with the saying, 'the sky's the limit'? Those architects are desperately trying to test out this theory or am I just paranoid about high buildings?
I don't recall being dangled out of the balcony from the 20th storey by my foot with my limbs flailing helplessly with the thought of landing with my face permanently attaching itself to the smelly Bugs Bunny slippers. I don't recall flying off the swing while being pushed by a particularly violent pusher (or whatever you call them), falling right smack into the sand pit with mouthfuls of dirty-dog-and-toddlers-tr ampled sand swallowed in the process.
So why does my head swoon like a soccer ball being kicked around by 20 others mindless boys when the ground seems further away than the sun?
I think I'd once nearly stopped my sis's blood circulation by refusing to release my clutch on her then-rather-skinny arms when the lift doors opened at the 13th storey right in front a see-through fence which allows everyone to know what was beyond meaning no solid, ugly and heavily vandalised wall. Well, the blood seemed to flow away simultaneously from the head making it difficult to comprehend what she was screaming into my ears.
And since christmas is coming...
People should know that there isn't an overweight old man in desperate need of a shave who goes round on sleighs guided by a particular reindeer with an oversensitive nose to rival Ronald McDonald's.
I don't like the feeling of separation. Hate it. Detest it. Loathe it. Whatever that's negative that can can be associated with it.
I don't want to grow up. My chronological age doesn't fit in with my cognitive age. It's like the mind of a 3 year old child stuck in the body of a 80 year old.
I saw Zhenyao's nick and strangely enough, it was upsetting. Those few words captured the unspoken sentiments shared by many but voiced by little or none. There's like a tinge of sadness and vulnerability in that short phrase. Unwillingnesss to leave, clutching fruitlessly at what has been in a bid to preserve what little memories left from the short but eventful year.
bye guys... cya 3e3 2004...
Sigh. Time passes too quickly for anyone to take a breath. I always find myself wondering where has the better part of the year gone to, what I've been doing to occupy my time to realise that its been spent muggling through from one day to another. Nothing to work towards for, just try to get out of trouble and get promoted. I'm living for tomorrow with no idea what happened today.
Maybe its the undivided attention cos she needs help but calling and refusing to let the receiver take a breather at all? Demanding a poor helpless and seriously tired senior to sing dravidian's ridiculously high pitch's tune out for her over the phone with my mum right smack in the middle of the living room snoring away with the TV playing some sappy neverending taiwan melodrama with the lead woman blowing her nose out unceremoniously (in front of the cameras with innocent minds like mine watching)?
I'm a filial child, I wouldn't want her jumping up thinking that a bunch of donkeys had barged into her home right?
I'm gonna tie up the phone lines for the next few days.
Just chatted from 2am till 3.30am with bel. Talked about loads of stuff but mainly crap. I think I can really crap a lot. Sigh. Depressing thought that is. I spent 1 and a half hour chatting about that rotting veggie and what we'll do to her when we leave the school among many other things when I could have been catching up on the snowballing sleep interest in my slumber account. I think its the nightmares that are putting me off. Why do we even have nightmares in the first place? Why can't they let us enjoy 6-8 hours of sleep without it being punctuated by the rude introductions of unwelcomed characters?
Her bright lights illuminates everything around her
Angels aplenty in her path
It somehow misses me
Watching in the corner
Patiently
Silently
Achingly
Slowly
Mending the broken pieces
As each smile introduces more damage
To my shattered emotions
I stand alone
Forever hiding behind this facade
Of modern technology
A glass window
Is all I have
While she's down
Just to see that smile
I hurt myself deeper
Pushing her away from me
Just to see that smile
She doesn't knows that
I'll never let her
Her smile would die
And so would mine
Makes absolutely no sense to me. Thought to post it for the sake of trying to boost my appreciation of literature, an ever as boring subject which leaves me pondering why anyone would want to study it. It could have been the teacher's fault for making us read the book every lesson while she hides behind the book which is considerably smaller than her face, snoring away only to be woken up by the incessant ringing of the recess bell which will then see her slapping the table here and there as if she's trying to catch some invisible octopus running around. We figured that she'd thought the bell to be her alarm clock going off. Poems are definitely not my kinda stuff. Never have, never will. Nonsensical stuff actually. I'll let the really smart people tell me the meaning. Go figure huh?
Sis's leaving in a couple of hours for Hongkong with her school's choir for 5 days which means, I have the room all to myself!!!
More late night romps with ah wang around the neighbourhood (without her tsking away) and staying up past 2 am with the lights on without a seriously disgrunted and pissed off monster claiming to be my sis throwing a pilow at me to 'TURN THE BLOODY LIGHTS OFF'. Am I glad or what? Rejoice! I'm gonna get some champagne to celebrate!
Oh and my younger sis just tried stuffing herself into the suitcase which she succeded in doing so amazingly. I suspect she's jealous that we're stuck at home while sis gets to bundle herself up like a riceball even though its only 17-23 degree celsius over in Hongkong. Maybe she hopes that my elder sis would be so preoccupied with her trip that she'd so conveniently overlook the fact that there's a 30kg brat squashed inside her luggage snoring away, how she manages to do so, I have no idea. Squeezing yourself inside a 80cm by 50cm suitcase can be a very tiring chore.
I tried to re-enact the whole act too but I found out that the suitcase is just too narrow to accomodate my (we're talking exaggeration now) larger than life butt and since we don't want to make any trips down to the hospital with the ambulance blasting their siren at unsuspecting, respectable and lawful drivers, the idea of pushing myself any further was as quickly aborted as it was formed.
Well, told her what to get for me in HK, basically more T-shirts, polo tees and prefably lose herself over there. Nah, we wouldn't want that would we? POOF! There goes our presents.
And there the annoying neighbour goes. She's gonna knock down and rebuild the whole house, I think. I better clear up the debt in my slumber account and stock up just in case they were to start banging around here and there early in the morning.
I don't wanna be mistaken for an endangered animal with black and white fur who desperately needs to get on the threadmill to shed that extra pound.
Yeah I'm back after 5 hours of playing dead to the world.
Even when ah wang sneaked in and tried to crush my foot under the mass of his whole body. Sometimes he underestimates himself.
Recap. So while we were eating, things were real quiet and boring thus the start of bombarding each other with real corny jokes and riddles leaving people in stiches. I hope. Orah knows how to play guitar! Am I surprised? Actually, the turnout rate was real low- many were overseas and most just didn't bother coming. To be honest, I didn't wanted to go but for the sake of my 6 bucks paid in advance, you'll be damned if I don't eat my fill (which I did till the contents of my stomach started turning violently making me feel like a sailor on board a flimsy [i]sampan[/i] caught in a twister). Bleh. I think I've developed a fear of chicken wings now, rare uncooked ones especially since the BBQ skills of the majority are barely passable even to someone who's lost their sense of taste. Man, I can still taste the raw meat and the blood clots that just gush out when you sink your teeth into chicken which looks delicious and cooked. I'm gonna be a vegetarian if I do get out of the toilet alive and in one piece.
So for the first time in my entire life, I stayed overnight at a chalet. I thought I would enjoy myself. Thought. I did at first which was why I decided to stay. I didn't wanted to cos my sister was all alone at home with ah wang and I felt that I had to be home with her too but since she enjoys being home alone, I can't possibly deny her this right, can I?
Then they went bowling, the whole lot of them along with Orah and since I know myself too well to know that all my shots would land up in the gutter, I'd much prefer to look on from the side then letting people take the mickey outta me. We don't want them dying from suffocation while laughing themselves senseless at my desperate attempts to even unerve a single pin from its original position right? No thanks but I prefer to poke fun at others instead. Like how so many of them must be secretly imitating me judging by the way they played. Gutters, gutters and more gutters.
I feel more comforted by the fact that I'm not the first person on earth to have really bad karma with the bowling ball. Daniel on the other hand, is shockingly good in bowling! I'd fun making fun of them playing, pun unintended.
Then it was mundane activities throughout, except for the time when I got to play a few rounds of mahjong, picked up on the spot courtesy of the many mahjong fanatics there along with some liquor. Nothing serious, just a small mouthful of Heineken (which taste bloody awful, no sympathy cos I already now it taste foul) and 2 cups of some unknown liquor resembling orange juice more than alcohol. Surprise surprise, the teacher drinks! Then cos orah was sick, can't play Time Crisis 3. Shucks. Boring! I had absolutely nothing to occupy my time with and the last thing to do was sleep since there's only the icy floor awaiting me and the blankets are all taken. Zhenyao was great, he could sit in the dark with the air-conditioning blasting away at him directly with NO blanket covering him and his postion on the bed isn't exactly to be envied cos he's actually sitting in the centre of the gap joining both single beds. Pity his butt.
Awwww, it would have been a great stay if I'd something to occupy the night except watching people play mahjong. I'm sooooooo beat. I feel getting another room next door and just plonking myself down to sleep with no mindless boys cheering wildly while playing PS2.
Ahhhhh... I'm tired. Try staying awake after going 30+ hours without getting any sleep with nothing much to occupy your mind except the darkness of the small room where 6 people are squeezed into. For your information, I sat on the ice cold and unfeeling tiles with nothing but a pillowcase around my feet cos it feels like I'm getting frostbitten on al 10 toes. Why subject myself to such tortures then? Well, its either being food for the bloodthirsty mosquitos which can grow to abnormally large sizes that mislead one into thinking that they're houseflies on alcohol or you can try the frozen chamber where gargantuan insects do not have the means to survive in such extreme conditions except when they're flashing past the television screen.
It was rather OK in the beginning, a tad boring but nevertheless, endurable. BBQ the food was always a sight to see cos strangely enough, the guys (who've always claim in that egoistic manner which only a chauvinist can managed in that bored-to-death tone that they're stonger and better than girls physically and mentally) seem to disapper into thin air. POOF! I seem to recall magic only exist in fairy tales. By magic, the guys assumed that food will appear on their table with just a click of their fingers, as if they're in a restaurant ordering food. Man, at least the waiters get a 'thanks' and tips even while all we get are complaints: why is my chicken wing not BBQ till a crisp golden brown all throughout? Why is my satay not splattered with enough butter?
Yawn~ I can barely keep my eyes open. I'll keep part II in mind till I get my 32 hours of sleep debt cleared.
Sigh. My trusty 'ol larger than life General Electric (advertisment time) fridge which has been with us through the highs and the lows (when we do stock HL milk in it) has officially BROKEN DOWN! To think that I've actually bought 2 tubs of ice-cream the day before to slowly savour over the weeks only to have to scramble for a spoon and force chunks of it down before it changes state and turns into a pile of yucky gooey slime.
Gone. My ah wang did got to enjoy some of the benefits though. Like the many cups of soyabean milk which he enjoys tremendously. I think it improves the condition of his coat without a bathe with his foul smelling shampoo (to get rid of the neverending ticks which seem to be perpeptually stuck to his skin. Tasty blood?) and oh, the water. He hates that. Very much. He'll bite if you even mention ever so softly the magic words (other than mum-mum which will than see him undergo a magical transformation from sleazy tired and hell-may-freeze-over-but- I-don't-care dog to yes-feed-ME with pathetic looking face and incessant tail wagging as if to break the bones connecting tail from body), pong-pong. I still have the scars though.
Back to the fridge. Dad took a look and waved the white flag, defeated. Ho ho ho! The guy who claims he can repair anything has finally met his match.
The great looming fridge which has always been comforting with its engine running has suddenly fell silent. Sigh.
No food for the next few days? Poor ah wang. He's gonna have to go on a diet.
Tan Li Li is leaving for good so that leaves the dreaded CCA of mine lack of another good for nothing fellow to oversee us cos we're so unreliable that without them we'll all come down with unexplanable illnesses with symptoms resembling those of the dreaded disease, 'Fear of overbearing bossy peoples with their noses perpetually stuck up in the air at 90 degrees from ground level commanding people to do as they say while all along using falsetto to speak since their vocal chords deny them the ability to reach any notes higher than a grunt of a pig which many deeply suspect that they are in their previous life' thus, the drastic plummeting of attendance resulting in everyone else being happier cos they no longer have to feel like chickens stuff with cotton wool down their throats which are then suspended by their legs and left hanging upside down.
Which in layman's term, we're getting a new teacher-in-charge. The preserved vegetable (more commonly associated with having tons of paint randomly splattered on her face and forever looking as if she's got a pile of T-rex's dung under her nose) from band is coming! Eugh. Yucks. That lousy piece of flimsy xian cai with a total of negative 10 to the power of infinity for her taste in CCA shirts is coming! Wonder what she'll do to us. Hell, can't she just stay in band? Did we pleaded with her with puppy looking eyes and mucuos trailing behind our back to PLEASE, come and help us?!
I'm starting to regret bai zhan ji aka Tan Li Li leaving. I'd never have believed this but yes, there are worse things on plane t earth that will give her a run for her money. Someone must have slept on his job and gave such&n bsp;fine specimens the green light when he should have chuck them into the fire to cook his dinner. I'd recommend an eye specialist to save the future generations from enduring such tortures.
Some people just shouldn't be teachers in the first place- there's always the endless amount of publi c toilets in coffeeshops and hawker centres to wash and they're constantly hiring so what's keeping them?
Whoa. Life's been a whirl recently. Being the total gaming geek that I'm proud to admit, I've been spending most of the holidays glued to the screen (literally when I sat on a tube of UHU glue unwittingly placed on the chair by my sister) wacking away at giant size mushrooms in all sorts of colour ever imagined and walking tree branches bearing an uncanny resemblance to the 'all seeing eye' from Lord of the Rings with basically a solitary eye right smack in the centre of its trunk.
So why am I doing free advertismnet for maplestory?
Bought a digital camera at the digital fair from canon. Well, my sister insisted that our trusty 'ol beat up everyday type camera was too weak to capture her beautiful face clearly enough for her adoring friends thus the need for 'us' to get a new one and what better than getting it at the fair being the typical s'porean who fears losing out here and there. It's cool but not one of those tweeny weeny ones which goes missing when you slip it inside your pocket only to realise that it's a little squashed up when you accidentally planted your fat arse on it.
Met bah bah and sandra at macs and my mum finally got to know how some of my friends look like. Think it must have been a shock for her strong heart to know how shameless and cheesy the people I know can be.
Had a damn terrible nightmare this morning. Woke up drenched in sweat and the sickening realisation in my gut that it would have been a sick and horrible thing if it had happened in reality. Can't ge the image out of my head, its etched in it somehow. Sigh. The good ones never last while the bad ones are so terrible that they refused to be erased or forgotten. Like those that wake you up in the middle of the night squinting around the darkness wondering if everything was real or 'just a dream' while your heart struggles to calm itself down.
Must have been my late night supper of chicken satay messing up my head.
Had sakae today. Bleh. Waste of money since the variety was so limited and the cook's damn slow.
Forget it. I'm gonna work of the calories by planting my butt firmly onto the chair and killing mushrooms in myraid colours.
I finally felt that all the hard work that we've put in over the past weeks have themselves off (including interest) in a single night just by the looks on the seniors's faces.
I hope its joy and not boredom, and that they'd felt touched by the effort into the decoration, the souvenirs (fine I know I failed my art but I did tried my best not to let the colours clash) and the performance. Mind you, the skin on my index and thumb peeled from the intensive tying of nearly 200 (the figure's there) balloons.
Can I say I've truly enjoyed myself throughout the performance even thought I've seen the whole show for umpteen times? Nevermind, what's crucial is that others enjoy themselves cos that'll make any weariness shoo itself away with a broom.
Let's see, some highlights of the night?
Carine was caught staring dreamily at Elton while he was playing his guitar and being the last chance to tease anyone of them, we the mischievous juniors would definitely jump at the oppourtunity when it comes banging on the door, begging to be taken advantage of. I mean, how many times can you ever attend your secondary school farewell in your whole life (probably once) and go away filled with fond memories of adoring juniors?
Yokes was real spontaneous when we prompted her to do a pole dance for us since the performance by the juniors was abysmal if truth be told, stoning away when its a fast pop song refusing to open their golden mouth as if we were going to poison them at any moment. I felt it was a good distraction. Apparently, Tan Li Li and Cuixia felt its wasn't and that we're stealing the limelight away from them. Bleh. This just shows that you can't please both parties at any one time. Would they rather we let the juniors embarrass themselves and make the whole show a boring one?
On the bright side, the food definitely taste so much better than the previous year but there's still room for improvement.
Sigh. They say time flies when you're enjoying yourself. Cliched it is but nevertheless, there's always some truth in it. In fact, I wouldn't say time flies; rather, it [i]teleports[/i] instantly to the end of the moment where the bubble is burst and we've gotta return to the cold hard fact that we'll probably never get another chance to sing together as a choir ever again. Nearly teared when we sang 'To where you are' cos its a really sad song and it kinda suits the atmosphere but its such a pity that its dedicated to Tan Li Li instead of the seniors. Awwww...
It's as if we've travelled back in time, back to the times where choir was well, still choir with the horribly out of tune Tan Li Li and the ever as hyper seniors who's passion for choral singing goes beyond words. I've just realised that life in choir wasn't all that bad afterall cos their presence during every single practice (except when they've got something on and gotta go leaving my happiness mood fluctuating even more shockingly than the share prices of Slim 10) made having to sing in a choir, and not shooting arrows at targets, interesting at least. I'm surprised that when I think back on the past 3 years, I've actually spent more of my kodak moments in choir, opposite of what I've always assumed- that choir made my life hell cos I've gotta paint my face and live under the foot of Tan Li Li and her sidekicks. Lame and pervertic jokes told by both Judy and Yokes, stubborn banterings with Jie hui in the morning, childish pranks on Jessica and the rest, comparing of whose eyes are bigger with 'hei ren' aka xingling and of course my never-ending interesting converations with xinyi (I DO know that its spelt as 'xinyi' and not 'xin yi'). They're officially leacing us after this farewell where they'll rise to the ranks of those graduated seniors who'd come back every now and then to stone during practices.
Choir life's never been the same after their swan song where everyone, or rather, those who've spent more than just a couple of short months with the seniors, sat in silence biting back their tears. Sniff. It's been a boring procedure ever since then- be there, show your face, stone for 2-3 hours and home sweet home. I'd seriously considered bringing my favourite bolster and my mattress whenever there's choir cos its a really good time to catch up on those sleep that's been in demand recently but then again, I've figured out that I'll NEVER be able to get any decent rest with one of the sidekicks screeching away.
Sniff. I don't think there's any batch of seniors as lively, funny, interesting, affable and colourful throughout HSC's history. Then again, how long have I been here?
How I wish time could stop when I'm still in lower sec and them leaving seems a light year away but no, time will never stop for anyone regardless of who you are, be it the prime minister or the president of USA. It's like coming to the end of a superb story with wonderful characters and top-notch storyline and you don't want it to end just yet but before you know it, you're reading off the last few lines from the last piece of paper in the book and you're devouring every single word, punctuations and all, refusing to let the tears drop to prevent them from staining the pages.
Is this all part and parcel of life and the never ending process of growing up?
Having difficulties getting into the land of soft white clouds, soft pleasant music, lush green grass, nice comfy temperature with the sparkles of the tiny stars and constellations illuminating the night sky sending off an inexplicable feeling of warm, coziness with no demands or responsibilities to answer for, just pure sinful pleasure from enjoying the comfort the surroundings offer.
Can't get to sleep recently even if I were to turn in at 1am cos I'd toss and turn till 3, 4 am and still feel wide awake. My eye bags are getting so pronounced to the point that the zoo has even prepared a special habitat for housing pandas.
I've been taking ah wang for midnight cycling when I can't get to sleep. Nothing much, just enjoying the night scenery, the cool wind caressing my face when we're zooming downhill, the silence of the night and the exhilaration you get when you're rushing down a really steep hill with your hands away from the handlebar, all this in the dead of the night at breakneck (breaking of one's neck would be guaranteed IF a collision were to take place) speed with the dangers of a car turning around the corner.
I'm only young once ain't I? I'll probably never get another chance to do what I want without facing restrictions here and there.
Whoa. I need to take a break pronto. Whole month of november has been a flash, activities lined up every week be it choir, extra lessons, exhibitions, projects and homework. In fact, life's been even more hectic than it used to be during school term. The teachers seem to think that we're all gonna stay at home for the holidays (which is what I'm gonna do being such a nerd) and rot our brains away thus the frantic scheduling of lessons, projects and class gatherings, no doubt to find out if we've been faithfully completing out work.
An example would be the fact that I leave the house at about 7am and reach home at 6, 7pm which is even later than my sister who attends school from 12.30pm to 6.15pm. And I'm supposed to be on holidays while the last day of school for her is later than mine by like, 2 weeks? Makes me wonder if I'm supposed to be on holiday mood or is it just the mundane daily school routine I'm following everyday.
Farewell's on the 24th next week. I hope nothing goes wrong and we're able to do a good show for the seniors. They deserve it for all the hard work they've put in selflessly.
Olinda's been voted out this week. Disappointed. She's the one with the best vocals in the competition but somehow, she's been constantly placed in the bottom 2/3 for the past few weeks. S'pore must be deaf to think that Slyvester sounds good cos he doesn't showcase as much talent and energy as he should everytime he's performing. Such a shame. Hate to see him representing s'pore in world idols and giving people the impression that all chinese look like anorexic angst-filled teenagers who have not yet reached puberty and bears an uncanny resemblance to a rat especially with its shifty eyes glancing everywhere like its on the lookout for the farmer's wife who's gonna cut off his tail with a carving knife meant for the turkey.
I don' think I'll have the time and energy to blog for a very, very long time.
I had my oral test today, conducted by orah so it was rather informal but nevertheless to be taken seriously. I'm such a diligent, hardworking, alert, responsible and concientious student. Nah, enough of the puking.
Yeah and I woke up at 8.15am today. Oral was at 8.30am. Rushed around the house packing my bag (and conveniently forgetting my scores which I discovered later on during choir) and stuffing the right socks onto the correct foot only to realise that there's not much of a difference.
I was just rushing across the shortcut from the train, dashing across the road and causing a stampede (I had to remind myself its the architect who did a losu job, not me) when I flew across the bridge with my uncombed hair flying around like a baby octopus's tentacles in every direction and standing up in awkward places defying gravity. Must have been a sight with my dishelved hair, pulled out shirt, beads of perspiration adorning my forehead... I must have single handedly contributed more than a lifetime worth of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere.
Couldn't control myself. Sped through the first part of my reading. So darn nervous!!! It's like I'm in a video tape and someone had just accidentally sat on the control, setting everything to fast foward mode and I'm helpless to do anything to slow it down. Orah had to ask me to take a deep breath and all that giving me the impression that I'm going to give birth without my knowing. Man, I took so darn long to calm myself down and it doesn't help when she's looking! I'd feel better you know if I had my back to her instead. I can't look into any teacher's eyes and not panick. Hell. I don't mind speaking to a large crowd of strangers the least bit but teachers? I can't help turning into a block of ice!
In fact, I think its worse when you're speaking to a teacher you know cos its rather embarrassing. Afterall, you're still gonna see her around the school and all that.
Picture description was a hell to sit through and then it was the conversation part which I absolutely detest. Like duh! S'pore doesn't have any sort of extreme weather except sun, more sun and even more sun just when you think the weather can get any hotter, what's there to describe? Kept psyching myself but it just proves that I'm a lousy pep talker.
Weirdest thing? Orah was being so incredibly nice about me freaking out and smiling throughout the whole ordeal.
Sigh. Those who were supposed to be missing practises too, didn't, leaving me and kelly being the only 2 'goondos' left in the running for the 1st to get slaughtered by Tan Li Li which ended up with me striking the top prize. I'm never that lucky when it comes to poker.
So the main idea is that I pon choir and went for the expo thingy instead. I thought it'd be less tiring then practices but boy oh boy, how wrong can I ever get. I'm dog tired, my throat is damn sore and parched even after dunking tons of water and my feet feels like its gonna drop off, detach itself from my leg at any time. I talked loads today, mainly crap, stood for more than 3 hours at a stretch explaining stuff to people and did loads and loads of gesturing, pointing and talking today. More than I ever would say at any one time without a rest. I doubt choir even matches up to the amount of work, effort and energy I have to use.
Tan Li Li didn't make much of a fuss over the issue except for some chiding. We'll see if the peace last before the storm is unleashed.
Disappointed. Most people were there to just, be there, show their face and just not do anything useful. I can't explain 5 things at any one time.
Real busy in the morning, damn boring in the afternoon. A pri school Science HOD expressed interest in wanting us to guide the pri 5 kids. Do we have the time next year?
The orange I'm biting into taste horrible. Too much citric acid my dear. Feel like venturing beyong my lumpy chair in front of the computer to get a slurpie from 7-11.
I'm officially home alone. Parents working and sisters at chalet. Me, myself and ah wang. How romantic.
Then again, no one's complaining about the music shaking the house.
Tan Li Li's leaving for sure. I'm upset. Surprised? It's either her or ms chai. Which is the lesser of the evils?
