And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times It's you, it's you, you make me sing Your every line, your every word, your everything.
warning: LONG entry. i'm sure you missed me. (=
so yeah. my blog's getting very gloomy, i noticed. things are happening and there are ups and downs and i must say last week was rather fruitful. dramatic, but fruitful nevertheless.
plus i visited Thong Kheng (?) home, filled with intellectually disabled adults and it wasnt as scary as i thought it would be. at the beginning we were terrified. we all were. Miss Hong seemed like she was trying her best to look calm and that didnt help. none of us dared to mingle around at first, plus the moment we entered the hall, the nurses started closing all the doors. so we were like, trapped, omg. plus there was this lady who took Nisa's hand and refused to let go and that freaked us all. =/
but it turned out well.
there was this lady who called everyone "mama", and she touched my hair in fascination and tucked a few strands behind my ear. then she took them out from behind my ear and stroked it. then she asked me where i bought it. HAHAHAHAHA she was so adorable, i swear! and she loved playing with the light on my watch! =D
there was another lady called Ratan who loved to shout "CHAMPIONNNNNN!", while pumping her fists in the air like superman like that and i imitated her, "CHAMPIONNNNN!" and then she hugged me! tight! i didnt know if i should be feeling terrified or touched but then i decided on feeling touched so i patted her back. =D hahahaha!
and there was this teenage-looking boy. he looked the youngest among all of them. his name was Yong Xiang and he could speak pretty fluent English. he was colouring a picture of a monkey and he said Xiong Yao looked like a monkey. and then he laughed and i died laughing. a few minutes later Nick was talking and he said a cuss and Yong Xiang was like, " *gasps* he say bad worddddd!" hahahahaha!
and there was this man who drew a house and gave his drawing to me. i left it on the table and a few minutes later he gave it to me again. =D but i forgot to bring it home! )=
and after it all ended i met with Zul and Nabeel and Ykid, while waiting for Yusri and to return from his CIP. and omg i havent seen Ykid my sonny in centuries. he had a really cool cap with an iron-on "Why?" patch. =O
and then met up with Yusri plus Amir and i dont remember what we found really funny but i remember laughing really hard for stupid reasons. hahahaha and then we started practising for Gig Week and speaking of that, yes, the Gig Week is still on, people. hahahaha.
it's kinda strange how people could mishear Estelle's announcement, she wouldnt be smiling and baring her braces if Gig Week was cancelled right? hahahahaha
and she said "Gig Week is still on." whats the purpose of saying 'still' when the next word would be 'on'? hahahaha okay its hard to explain. never mind! Gig Week is STILL ON nonetheless and i hope all will support. (=
i finally remember this video. the other day they were showing Idol repeats and i was doing my homework in the living room. after the auditions, they skipped straight to the finals and i didnt know because being a good student (self-proclaimed) , i was deep in concentration in my homework.
and then i heard an amazing, scratchy but heartwarming voice and i was like, eh what? and i looked up and the sight of David Cook practically swept me off my feet. 'practically' because then David Archuleta came in and spoilt the picture. -___-
i like David Cook's voice! i like i like i like i like
i think the band is really screwed now. we've got less then forty days til SYF and i bet 80% of us havent memorized the pieces, including myself. this is totally unlike me. most of the time we practise so hard that even without choice, we dont fail to memorize the piece, dynamics and all, like the previous SYF.
and the Ex-Cos had a talk with the section leaders and im really inspired to work harder but i cant deny that i was disappointed when i heard the trumpeters. and i didnt mean to be harsh with you all, i swear. )= but what else can i do to make you all listen??
anyway, im looking forward to the camp this Friday and the sound check at the conference hall. omg omg omg *screams* and im going to lie down at the basketball court watching the stars like what Tiac Woo said and im praying it wont rain. but let it rain. i like rain. it rained today. like, alot. and i didnt bother to open my umbrella because i hadnt felt rain on my skin in about a month. and so i walked in the rain while the smell of petrichor overwhelmed me.
i had lunch at Mac with Zul after school today then i picked Ikin up from school and bought her Happy Meal and i swear we almost got lost looking for Westmall. i live in the neighbourhood but i dont know the place so well.
i eagerly agreed to pick Ikin up from school and about thirty minutes to 4pm, i realized that i had no idea where her school is. fish. so i hopped onto the bus i see her schoolmates board every morning.
then i had to wait for thirty minutes in the overly-decorated canteen watching little kids wearing thigh-length skirts sashay past me.
and then i looked down at my own knee-length skirt. and i felt rather grateful that im quite self-conscious when it comes to thighs. hahahahaha. ok stop.
i've been scoring measly and pathetic marks for almost every test ive been taking. im failing my sciences. i think im cursed.
i had a talk with my tutor and she has faith in my Bio and math. she flipped through the recent Bio test that i failed by 1 mark and got annoyed with me for being careless. thats the problem with me. im so careless. wtf, i didnt even notice the things with holes was sugar agar, i thought it was some block of wood or something. seven marks, gone with the wind (?)
but its okay. i've learnt. i think.
she said im scoring fine for English and it is, after all, the most essential subject.
i am quite sad. but not very sad. but still sad. actually im not sad. just a bit discouraged.
i've bought overdue birthday presents! i havent bought some people's but i know what Dexter wants. ^^ i prefer people telling me what they want (as long as its within my budget) to people who say "anything" which makes it harder to pick or make presents because you dont know what that person likes.
okay never mind.
i want a $100 voucher to Borders. even $100 isnt enough! i think im falling in love with books books books books boooooooooooks i dont know how im ever going to get enough money to buy all the books i want in the world.
but still who needs bookshops when you have libraries? but still its just not the same. i like to read a book knowing its my book and no one else's, and that it's all mine, minnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeee
and oh my gosh Ahdila drove me up the wall today but i still love her very much. hahahaha she stuffed her Harry Potter eraser into the space between my spectacles lens and my eye. wtf?
i pulled her precious eraser out and stuffed it into my pocket and she proceeded to write a letter to Mifdhal complaining about me bullying her. oh pleeeease.
and oh yes! Miss Hong rearranged the seating arrangement and no matter how much i begged her to let me sit beside Xiong Yao, she wouldnt say yes. she simply ignored my pleas of desperation and pure agonyyyyyyyyyy
i just dont like window seats, i dont know why. i like window seats in buses, of course, i mean, who doesnt, right? but window seats in classrooms mean you have to be strong enough to withstand heat and rain and cold and dust and bees and whatever random lost and hopeless creatures that enter our classroom.
anyway, doesnt matter now.
im sitting with Audrey! i looove Audrinaaaa!
ive been daydreaming alot lately. its distracts me from the present and i know i shouldnt daydream too much but i like having my head high up in the clouds. i feel safe there. i live there.
i often daydream of living in the suburbs (i know it sounds too much) but i dont want a lawn in the front because mowing the lawn is a chore. but i'd like a backyard with lots and lots of green grass and a huge trampoline and maybe a swing or two. if thats too much then its okay because it exists only in my mind.
i'd like to have a small house. i like small houses, with no fireplaces. i'd like to experience four seasons. i'd like to lie down in a huge strawberry field, staring at the clouds and the streaks of sunlight, peeking from behind the clouds.
then at night i'd lie down on the strawberry field, still, but i'd marvel at the stars peppered on the milky way instead and i'd lie there forever guessing which star Neverland is, it's the second star to the right, but which is the first star??
then i'd roll around on the green green grass and when i get hungry a picnic basket will appear out of nowhere. there would be tuna + mayonnaise sandwiches and endless packets of grape juice, and jars of nutella!
i wouldnt mind rolling around in the grass because in that strawberry field, there are no ants. even if there were ants, they would be nice ants. they wouldnt bite. and even if they bit me, it wouldnt hurt or tickle. because they are nice ants (=
i dont like kites so i wont fly kites even if it was a windy day. i'll just run and pretend im an eagle. or a horse perhaps, who races the wind on a daily basis.
of course i'd bring a book with me everywhere i go. thats undoubtedly essential. i'd bring a different book every three days and i'd drown myself in the book of the day.
and when the days get too hot, i'd read books in a bookshop instead. a warmly lit bookshop which, ironically, smells of petrichor and old, worn-out books. the bookshop only believes in candles so the bookshop would be lit only by candles. wouldnt that be great?
sadly i dont have my whole life to read or roll around on patches of grass or make friends with ants. sadly i have tests and homework and overdue homework. sadly the education system is firm and without education i'd be a nobody. but that's okay because i'm already a nobody. and it doesnt matter, really.
what does it matter if youre popular or well-known? character conquers reputation. why be someone people only think you are? why let words of people who barely know you, bring you down? why succumb to doing things just to please people? why are there no strawberry fields in Singapore?
okay the last question was redundant.
goodbye and i love you all
Be nice, or go away.
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