and i feel totally unacomplished and… lost. and utterly frazzled. like the state you’re in just after a near death experience.
three hours and it’s still undone.
“why does everything i touch turn foul!” hedda bao
not to metion i’m effing straved. grrr. of all times. and i can’t sleep when my stomach is mewling like some abused animal.
p.s. i am going to fail chinese. i knew it. this is retribution for… for… for not being cheena enough. right maybe i should move back to china. on another note, why i cannot find my eyeliner pencil! why is the world doing this to me.
p.p.s. sorry this post makes no sense. so sorry.
on monday there’s
chinese unseen ioc recording
ee 1st draft deadline
tok essay 1st draft outline
world lit. outline+intro
chem quiz
misc. homework like chem worksheet
one word to describe my situation now:
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sigh, the cny hols are gone just like that. i haven’t had enough of pigging out (but i bet i already gained a few tons!!) and getting more moolah from working adults yet. it seems that the house this year is much less lively than the past few years, what with less people to call on with the financial/economical crisis. heck, with the few dinner that i’ve been to, that’s been the gloomiest hot topic ever, hanging over all of us (even the non-money-earners like me) like some dreary cloud threatening to burst. cny eve was a riot though, challeneged BL on karaokeparty and ended up videoing ourselves doing particularly unglam/awful versions of songs (like the scissor sisters one mentioned in the title), complete with drunken dancing. oh boy, if it weren’t for the fact that i’m in them too, i’ll use them to blackmail BL (like show them during her wedding a la Bride Wars hehe). the rest of the time was spent trying to finish the super big pile of homework from dunno when.
school tomorrow, i.e. PE. ugh so notlookingforwardtothis.
i wanna be ellen; she can make random people start dancing behind her. even non-animate objects like marble statues. the fat old woman in a sweat suit starts breakdancing too!
don’t you wish that one day while you were shopping in the supermarket, this absolutely awesome song (say, mj’s thriller) comes on your ipod, and you suppress that urge to break out into song, but then you can’t and suddenly burst out in a bout of a badly sung chorus while simultaneously moonwalking. everybody stops to stare at you, and you stop, looking back embarrassedly. and then suddenly the whole world starts boogie-ing down with ya, same moves and all, while the music blasts out of the public announcement speakers. wouldn’t that be be great, like some scene out of a bollywood movie. :D
*cough* anyway, happy cny eve people. heh. and im finally ready to tackle the reunion dinner. BRING IT ONNN
just came back and showered from trekking around orchard with kingkong and omy. we watched bride wars!! it’s such a nice show. but then again it’s a chick flick so that’s pretty subjective too. the newspapers/magazines always give chick flicks very low ratings, but that’s just because they’re made up of intellectual, snotty know-it-alls who don’t find merit in the simplicity and sometimes absurd nature of life. ummm where was i. anyway it starred anne hathaway and kate hudson, and the both of them looked so pretty! especially kate hudson’s hair. she’s all i wanna be next time; successful female lawyer, has an understanding bf and nice hair! but there were pretty intense moments in the film too, so it’s not all fluff.
after that it’s the usual chichi session. restricted myself to the cheapest and least fattening thing i could find, cos i reasoned with myself that if i had chosen the chicken briyani, the image of it is gonna haunt me for the rest of the cny dinners. haha. what a dilemma, right. lol. hmm what’s new; ming is still gonna marry her bf, and kk is still the scandal queen of her school. speaking of ming’s wedding plans, i was reminded of the movie. i hope i don’t lose my marbles like the girls in the movie when it comes to my wedding, especially since one of then broke up with her fiance on the day of the wedding itself. yikes, the idea of getting married and having kids seem like a really scary prospect. i can’t imagine myself being put in-charge of a living human being 24/7, and be its life support until it grows up.
walked all the way to ps from cine so ming could meet her friend for dance class, so me and kk trudged up to the food court to have dessert. talked about our lives for a bit, and then we went back to cine to meet guang; just another excuse to talk to kk longer and to exercise the accumulated fat off haha. turns out he wasn’t taking mrt anw, so me and kk sat outside ps on railings (which reminds me, my butt aches like shit now) and choked in the fumes of the smokers while i listened to her talk about her problems. poor girl is high profile for all the wrong reasons. sigh why do people like to spread untrue rumours? omy and kk’s schools are both so wierd, it’s like the guys and the girls don’t mix around, for fear of being labeled “despo”. um, that’s so primary school man. i guess since ac is more westernized, so we don’t have that invisible barrier, not to mention the girls in their schools are super conservatie and stick together in a pack. anw ming called after that but we were already going home so.. sorry! seeya on kk’s 18th girl.
hm in the morning point 12 performed for the cny thing. quite fail cos apparently no one could hear us until laoshi came in. but it was so fun! later we celebrated ben chong’s birthday, but it was kinda freaky cos we made him mad. he went to change in the broom closet, which was where the present and cake was hidden, so the class barricaded him with the teacher’s table and the collective weight of around seven people, but he still managed to knock the whole thing out of the way. but all was well in the end. haha i also learnt the drum bit for stockholm syndrome but when i tried practicing people told me to stop making noise. :(
overall today i felt as if i’d run a marathon. from all that combined singing practice, adrenaline from being on stage, goofing around with people and trekking all over orchard. and there’s so much to dooo. and i’m starting now. kk no more slacking.
p.s. no pictures cos my china phone is nub like that. :(
