gissy truly sux.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Wonderful. How dumb is it to have a person dump you over silly things, like not letting her drink your water? Its just DUMB.

Its also petty. And now, I have a whole new view on relationships. Its quite silly.

I never knew that relationships could start without you even knowing. I mean, mutual attraction doesn't necessarily mean a romantic relationship.

She DUMPED me, when we didn't even agree on having a proper romantic relationship together! It wasn't even official. Gosh.

*lol* Spastic. Ignore all that.

Before the run, Samantha Teo (now known as "THAT girl") (Oh, and yes, she IS that girl who was analysing the ballet performance with me.) and I were walking to ECP.

She asked for some water (cause I was holding onto my water bottle). I let her take it, then I realised that I was sharing the puny bottle with Charmaine. And Charmaine drinks a lot. And Rachelle also takes my water too. Sometimes.

Oh well. She started sulking. Then she started calling me "THE girl".

After the 2.4km run, we went back to school, changed in class (Men's' heaven.), then went to the air-conditioned AVA theatrette for Physics.

*LOL* THAT girl walked into the theatrette, then greeted everyone individually, then skipped me.

"I shall say hi to everyone, but not THE girl." Hilarious.

All that happened yesterday.

I decided to call her THAT girl today.

Whoops! Forgot to mention that yesterday was the first day that I actually ran with Sijia our 2.4km run. Not the ENTIRE run.. Just the last part.. Right before the pond.

Quiet nice talking to her. Found out we didn't realise each other existed till secondary 3. I'm not very sure, though. Oh well.

Better go!

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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Whee, have to complete this post ASAP cause I only have.. less than 5 minutes to complete this post and another for the EMDD blog.

Skipped school yesterday cause of puffy eyes. :P I know.. Lame excuse, yeah?

Such a vain pot, I am. And come to think of it, it isn't the first time I'm skipping school cause of puffy eyes.

I just can't bear the humiliation of going to school all the way from Pasir Ris (That's the end of the east line, if anyone's wondering where that is) with strangers wondering why I've got puffy eyes.

I'm glad I skipped school. My puffy eyes lasted one WHOLE day. I usually wake up like.. half an hour earlier (that's like.. 5am) to fix my eyes, but I didn't tell my maid to wake me up earlier, and hence, wouldn't have had time. So.. Yeah. Anyways, I wouldn't have been able to fix eyes that puffy in time.

So.. My excuse?

My form teacher: Gisella, what happened to you yesterday?

Me: Uhh.. I had conjunctivitis.

My form teacher: *nods a few times and looks at the attendance list* *points to another zero* Ah.. You haven't given your letter for that one yet. So long ago...

Me: Not very long.. Before the holidays.

My form teacher: Not long!? Next time you should write your letters and bring it the very next day.

*lol* We both ended up laughing.. Don't remember what was SO funny, but yeah.

Today! I'm so proud of myself.

School ends at 1.15pm for my class. Drama starts at 3pm.

My class is probably the only class to EVER end school at 1.15pm, in the whole level. Which is very odd. Oh well.

So.. Its ticking off that I have 1 hour and 45 minutes to do NOTHING.

Today! I was especially productive.

Last two periods were Literature.

Clair (My Literature partner) and I were planning a particular essay, creating beautiful bullshit and such together with Rachelle, Thrishna, Vanessa Choo and Fiona (My humanities partner! But now we don't sit together during Geography anymore..)

So! Yeah.

Clair, Rachelle, Thrishna and I actually stayed back to continue our beautiful bullshitting!

Fiona had to go for a test, so she didn't join us.

Thrishna left after a while cause she had tuition.

Rachelle left with Clair cause we were kinda done with bullshitting for the day. Shiok yeah!?

50 mins worth of Literature after school.

In other words.. 1 hour and 50 minutes of Literature in total!

Superb. I feel so.. constructive. And productive.

Oh well, not enough time for EMDD blog, I shall do it tmr or something.

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Monday, March 27, 2006

WTF. Is wrong. With people. Who keep telling me what to do.

I wish I died last year or something. The fucking O levels suck. Its screwing up my life, it made me quarrel with my mum, my sis, my dad.

And its been AGES since I ever had an argument with my mum.

Its not as though I've never told my parents to stop taking too much control over my life, and that I HATE it when they try to control me too much. There IS a limit.

Today, my sis started nagging at me (not the first time) to stop playing FK. WTF. I PRACTISE my English.

"So you're telling me that there is NO other way to improve your English? You realise how lame that sounds, right?"

"Why do you always cry?"

I can't HELP it. I FEEL dumb, in the first place. When do I ever feel as though I'm the smartest, or the most knowledgeable in the family? When do I ever feel smart?

WTF. You all can't blame me for being bimbotic and dumb and having a mind that isn't very creative on its own, right? I CAN'T think of any other way.

After all, you said this, didn't you?

"We should open a bottle of champagne. You're the first person in the family to ever fail English."

Its the only thing I have that's convenient for me to use is FK.

Yes, there IS another way, come to think of it. Go to www.m-w.com to look at the word of the day, then write a composition based on that?

No thank you. I don't like writing too many compositions, cause I have to plan them first.

I don't revise my work? To YOU people. You all just haven't SEEN it.

When I'm at my work, you don't even see if its practice or homework. Even so, you can't TELL, for sure, whether its homework or not.

What? Revision means reading the textbook?

I DETEST reading the freaking textbook. I detest reading textbookS.

Have you ever seen me reading textbooks just for fun? No.

God, just leave me alone. I know you all want the best for me, but every time you all threaten me or tell me what to do, I just start to feel dumber, and stupider than usual. And I never EVER feel like I'm smart, you know, thanks to you people who keep telling me that I'm superly bimbotic.

I have no appetite, for once. I'm so SO tired.

I KNOW what I'm doing. I thought today was a good day, but now its spoilt, like one of the chocolate-coated green apples that I had today. Tasted a little odd. It came from Saturday, but it was kept in the freezer. Odd.. Oh well. Drinking water after that made me feel better. It was a really REALLY odd taste. Bleh.

I'm so proud of myself. I listened to my teachers during Chinese and Chemistry on Friday. For the first time. I LEARNT stuff. It was like.. The most productive day of my life.

Its not that I'm not doing work. I am.

I'm weird, and I think differently. I'm the dumbest in the family, and the most bimbotic in the family. I can't help it. Well, who else can you blame? Me? I think not.

Just trust me, and I swear, one day, I'll be in a decent job. Otherwise, I'll just get an indecent one. Its not as though I give a very big piece of poop anyways.

And for goodness' sake. I checked the dictionary.

Not telling you stuff doesn't mean I'm being dishonest, alright? If you were to ask, I would have told the truth.

So stop using the effing F9 to slash me. Its not my fault, entirely.

You know, when a worksheet is handed back, and it doesn't have a name, the teacher usually asks whose it is, or the students pass it around, so the owner'll just take it?

Even more so if the marks for the paper was included in the CA.

Don't know why it didn't happen for my case.

I received the other part of my homework. It was in the Chinese teacher's stack of stuff.

She must have just gathered all the pieces of paper on the teachers' table and just not noticed what she was taking.

Aaaalright. It was marked. I got a 40/50.

Wonderful. I wouldn've passed English.

But guess what?

No name. So it IS my fault.

Just ONE mistake. My mum has to bring it up.

Its not as though I have a very bad habit of not writing my name.

I'll LEARN from my mistake, right?

Its not as though I wanted this to happen. What glory do I receive from being the first in the family to fail English?

None, in my opinion.

If you don't understand where I'm coming from, forget it. If you do, any consolation will be accepted. :D

Whee, I feel better already.

How I love myself being the narcissist (not entirely sure, actually) I am.

(You know what the worst thing is? At times like these, there's NO ONE I can turn to. I don't know who to call, because there isn't this ONE person whom I can always turn to. Sad life, no?

Yes Charmaine, you can tell me that I can turn to God. I tried. No reply. There's NEVER any reply.

Wonderful. Now everyone knows what a corrupted Christian I am. Gosh, my life sucks.)

EDIT: Cause I saw so many typos (or is it typoes?). And.. yeah. *lol* Wasn't in a right state of mind to blog, I guess.

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Saturday, March 25, 2006

KC Family Day ROCKS!!!

I love (not in order of merit):
1. My class t-shirt.
2. KC (..I can't help revealing which school I'm from. Its a little obvious now. *innocent*)
3. My class
4. Money
5. Chocolate-coated strawberries (The ones that my classmates made. Their strawberries are THE best. First time I really liked strawberries.)
6. Chocolate-coated APPLES!
7. The KC spirit
8. Looking at pretty earrings
9. Jackie
10. My friends
11. Myself. :D

Whoopeedoodoo! I'm in spirits that are flying superly high!

I:
1. Sang
2. Danced
3. Praised myself
4. Promoted lotsa stuff
5. Turned lotsa people down
6. Got people telling me I was pretty and gorgeous (though the girl told me I wasn't a gorgeous babe when I told her I didn't want to buy her food)
7. Nearly got dunked (my friends wanted me to get dunked, but I refused, and I pointed out that they couldn't carry me there cause the DM would stop them and protect me cause they're boys, and they couldn't drag me there, cause I'm pretty loud, and I'll attract LOADS of attention. Oh, and I'm pretty too. A knight'll come saving the beautiful damsel in distress. :D)
8. Found a pair of shades (The really cheap, plastic kind that can cost up to $5.)
9. Talked to a lot of strangers
10. Talked to the principal and ex vice-principal (I miss her! :( )
11. Saw a friend for the second time in my entire life so far(..He looked SO different from what I remembered him to be. *lol* My memory sucks.)
12. Managed to get stinky and sticky.
13. Managed to resist the temptations all around me (Oh.. The Coke, Root Beer and Cream Soda floats~)

I'm ending with 13!? What an unlucky number. (*lol* Sorry, can't help being lame..)

14. Screamed a lot today. My throat kind hurts a little, and water ain't working. It feels.. scratched. Like.. You know those scratches you get when you fall down and get your knee scraped/scratched?

Mhm.

Just recently, I had a VERY odd dream....

I can't really remember it, but it went something like..

I was attached to this guy.. (I seriously don't remember WHO it is, but I think its a particular guy from church. Superly funny.) And we were walking to where the other church members were. I mean, not everyone was there, they were in different parts of this particular place.. Like, different rooms. Different areas.

So.. He put his arm around me, and I was SO shy! *ROFL* It felt so.. awkward. All the church members were BLATANTLY pretending not to know, but giving very faint knowing looks. So.. we were walking around.. Ya, that's about it.

That's all.

That I can remember, at least.

The next day, I told Rachelle about it, and she was like:

"Innermost desire."

And Charmaine just cracked up (She goes to the same church as me, so it was funnier for her because she knew the people I named.).

So.. I was thinking about what Rachelle said, and I felt that she MIGHT actually be right.

I mean, I've ALWAYS wanted a boyfriend. Having a girlfriend is just different.. A girl can never make you feel how a guy can. I mean, she -can-, if she's manly enough.

So.. Yeah. I thought about it sometime.. I think it was yesterday in the bus on the way home.

Innermost desire.. Boyfriend.. What kind of relationship do I want?

I don't go out a lot. I don't -like- going out. Hence, I wouldn't be able to see my boyfriend. I hardly ever go out, so I would see him like.. once in two weeks? Once a month? Twice in a month? Twice in two weeks?

*lol* Which guy would want me?

Then I analysed my thoughts and this is perhaps what I want from a relationship, and what I expect of it:

1. Boy must share the same idea of a relationship as me.
2. Cannot go out with boy often.
3. Boy must be alright with the fact that I don't like going out a lot.
4. Boy must be able to make me feel comfortable with having meals together (Like.. who pays, or "going Dutch". I don't know how he's going to do that, but yeah.).
5. Boy cannot make me feel as though I owe him.
6. Boy must be easy to get along with, and cannot make me jealous.
7. Boy must be rich.
8. Boy must be good-looking, or have a unique quality that makes me notice him. Something attractive. (attractive = mysterious, IMO).
9. Boy must never make me feel as though I'm not good enough for him.
10. Boy must never make me feel as though he's not good enough for me.
11. Boy must not make me do whatever I don't want to, in serious situations (Its easy to tell when I'm serious. When I say that I'm serious, I really am. I highly doubt I use that term loosely. It usually goes like: "No, I'm serious." or "No, really.". I think the "No" makes it very very clear.).
12. Boy must be gentlemanly, in my opinion. Not TOO much.. That's just weird. I'm not exactly a superly lady-like person.
13. Cannot keep indulging in sweet talk with me. That's just weird. Cause I won't praise him back. *lol* Then I'll feel bad. His sweet talk should be occasional and special, and witty. And sweet. :D
14. Uhh.. No improper English. I mean, he -can- speak in Singlish, but.. he must be able to speak English WELL if he wants to. Like.. me. :P Neither here nor there. Good, but don't speak very badly when I'm not required to speak well. Average, but to the "better" side.
15. I figured that.. I want a guy whom I can be really proud of, and not feel jealous of. I can show him off to my friends with pride.
16. Vice versa, where I must be able to be shown off to his friends with pride, but he cannot ever feel jealous of me. (This is very odd.. When I was thinking about this on the bus, I figured that we were just making use of each other. But we both will like each other, no? *sighs* Such a complicated relationship.)
17. This is the BEST thing: If my parents find out, they should accept him, and like him (please!).
18. Cannot stink more than 50% of the time.
19. Must have a sense of humour that's nearly the same as mine.
20. Must make me feel good about myself, and I must be able to do the same for him (...Have I mentioned this?.
21. Make sure I have my freedom.

Can't really think of anymore. *yawns* If you think that you fit the bill.. You know what to do. Search about for my email address. *lol* Just joking. I think I'm gonna be a spinster.

I highly doubt anyone will fit the bill. Its SO not.. relationship-like. I mean, it really looks like.. we're making use of each other, and we like each other, but not enough for a relationship, and that we're boyfriend and girlfriend just by name.

Anyways! Yeah.. I kinda found a "solution" to the MAIN problem (not going out). When I get into a mixed school (that's next year), then I'll be able to spend time IN SCHOOL with my boyfriend (if I ever have one *sniffs*). *lol* gissy's a genius.

Gosh, I'm SO pretty.

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Monday, March 20, 2006

Whee, its been quite long again, eh?

On Friday, half of the class and uhh.. other halves of other classes had to go for an arts excursion at the Esplanade.

I had intended to take Jackie on a date, but.. *mutters* I forgot to bring my date along for our date.

I had planned everything so nicely, you know! *sad* I wanted to come back home and blog about our date!

I was going to go "I was hoping they wouldn't ask for a ticket for Jackie, cause he was going to be sharing a saet with my anyway." *pouts* And now I can't do that!

This is pretty sad. I haven't been wearing Jackie for a week or so. Slightly more than that.

Anyways! The show was AWESOME! I was sitting between Charmaine and Samantha Teo! I never expected her to be so artistically inclined!

We watched "French Connection", and it was a mix of contemporary ballet dances or something like that.

There were three parts to the performance, with intervals in between each part. The last part was divided into two parts with an interval of four minutes or something.

First part: Male and female ballet dancers. I kinda saw a story in it. Male is the main one, girl keeps trying to run away from the guy, but keeps getting returned to the male. They are obviously in love, so.. yeah. Story there. Create your own beautiful bullshit.

Second part: (Warning: Rather confusing, especially when gissy explains it to you IRL) Males in groom's suits. Females in white gowns with veils. Alright.. here's the story.

Girl A is in love with Guy A. Girl A is poor and she works as a servant. Guy A is rich. They cannot possibly marry.

Girl A gets married earlier than Guy A cause.. uhh.. she's a girl. So.. Girl A marries Guy B, who is in love with Girl B.

They consummate the marriage anyway, though Girl A is unwilling.

(Oh yeah, by the way, all the males had a long-stemmed red rose each. So sweet, eh!?)

Guy A comes to give Girl A a red rose, but finds her together with Guy B.

He drops the red rose, then walks offstage.

Behind, the "chorus dancers" are around a round platform, and Guy A is one of them. They just.. uhh.. dance? In a very.. dejected, subdued and.. drunken way. :P

So sad, right!? Later, we find that Guy B is in love himself, with Girl B.

They dance together, and the others dancers pair up and walk along an aisle of light. It was just a path of light. Its like walking down the aisle for a wedding, mhm, that kind.

Guy B then lets go of Girl B, and she walks down the aisle behind the other pairs by herself, offstage.

SO SAD, RIGHT!?

Interval. Sam and I were analysing the whole thing. Superly fun! The story was so beautiful. I realised that the first part was about relationships before marriage, and the second part was about life having to go on even though things are destined to be the way they are.

I suspected the third part to be about death.

So we got to the third part.

Three parts to it.. Some foetus or something.. Simply stages of development. What I could see, at least.

Interval of about four minutes. I figured that that part meant something like.. Life did go on for Guy B and Girl A, and they had a baby together.

The last part.. There were these four screens.. Like.. you know, corners of a square? Just screens of those corners.

Then all the dancers were dancing in that, and I made some beautiful bullshit about being trapped within the constraints of those four thinggies cause now they have a baby to fend for and that changes everything.

Summat like that. They can put a toe out of line sometimes, but their responsibility ties them into the thinggie. Uhh.. yeah.

I was pretty disappointed that it didn't end with death, though. *mutters*

Well, guess what? When we saw the poster outside.. We found that there was NO LINK whatsoever to each part. *rolls her eyes* The first two parts.. Maybe we got it right, but the last part was about a dying swan.

WTF!?

It was a wonderful show anyways.

I had this really cool thought. I don't remember WHEN, but I remember what it was.

We were talking about really listening.. And I just thought:

If a purple gas was emitted whenever we spoke.. Okay.. Like.. Purple gas represents sound waves.

So.. purple gas emitted, and goes into an ear of whoever can hear you.

Purple gas enters person's ear.

If person is listening and absorbing the words (not in the literal sense..), chemical reaction takes place within the air space in person's head, and green gas exits through the other ear.

If person is listening and can only repeat the words after that without understanding the words, then orange gas exits through the other ear.

And if person isn't listening.. Then the purple gas goes right through.

Cool huh!? That way, teachers will be able to tell who's listening and who's not, and who's understanding and who's not.

Pretty cool thing happened today! Uhh.. rather embarrassing, though.

I'm one of the few people who asks the class to "shut up" (when I'm really annoyed), and "shh" (when its just.. getting on my nerves.).

So.. I was singing "Me against the Music" in class during Social Studies, and the class was making quite some noise whilst the teacher was in class. NOT right. So I decided to "shh" the class.

I was singing at the same time, no? I ended up whistling really loudly. Lucky thing my teacher ignored it.. Quite a few people from across the class noticed, though. *grins*

Oh, I was in the bus to school today.. And my left leg kinda itched. My eyes were closed.

I spent a minute or two debating on whether to scratch the itch or not.

Decided to scratch it.

I scratched the itch.

You know how blood feels on your skin, like when you rub your fingers together when there's blood on them?

I felt just that.

Opened my eyes and looked.

POOP. I bisected a bug by accident.

ICKY...

I had a piece of the bug on my finger.. And blood. Mine, definitely.

*sighs* Couldn't use my left hand for a long long time, till I got to school.

What a buggy day.

When I got to school, and placed my bag right outside the lockers, I spotted a huge black beetle on the ground less than a metre but more than half of a metre from my bag.

I got into the toilet and washed the blood and invisible remnants of the bug off my finger and leg.

Got out, then cleared my sitting area of dead leaves from the trees outside with my shoes.

Sat down. Bee attacked. Uhh.. not exactly. It just flew and landed less than a metre, but more than half of a metre from me.

My dear came along, so she sat down and talked to me.

I remember I wanted to say A LOT.. But I don't really remember anymore..

Last thing.

Since I LOVE Physics SO much, I have decided to put in effort to practise Physics, and study it consistently. If I love the subject so much, I should study it properly, so I make myself worthy of loving it.. Understand? :P

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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Lu lu lu.

Been days since I last blogged. Oh well.

Monday: Went to school for chemistry and E maths extra lessons. Had chemistry in the AVA theatrette for one hour. Saw LOTSA vandalism.

One said:

"Save water, drink beer."

Another was a drawing during liquid paper. There was a drawing of a toilet seat and the bowl, and the flush and the toilet paper on the AVA seat and the back of the seat.. Spastic.

And then there was another one in liquid paper on the floor. The outline of the soles of a pair of shoes.

"Test to see if your feet size are 4 and a half."

Quite amusing.

Tuesday.. Went for Physics. Super cool. We learnt "Fleming's left hand rule". F.B.I.!! UBER cool.

Today. Went to Rachelle's place with Charmaine to do our Social Studies project work for the holidays. SPASTIC. We had to make a board game.

Rachelle made a HDB building which looked very silly cause the windows were of different sizes.

Charmaine INSISTED on having a swing. It was pathetic. She cracked up after I helped her attach two sticks together to create PART of her swing. So we abandoned the idea. Well, the swing idea was pathetic in the first place.

Rachelle had to go for tuition, so Charmaine and I went to have Roti Prata at a coffee shop near Rachelle's place (What am -I- doing at a coffee shop again!?).

We walked ALL the way to Tanah Merah MRT station after that, and whilst wakling through a field on a long, long path..

Alright. We were walking. We heard footsteps behind us.. Really quick footsteps, going in the same direction as us, coming pretty close, too.

Then when we turned, we saw this lady quite a distance away walking in the opposite direction. And the footsteps suddenly sounded rather distant.

Spooky huh!

Charmaine: Uhh.. Did you see her walk past us?

Me: No...

Charmaine: There was this lady who walked past us, but it wasn't her.

Me: I didn't see ANYONE walk past us. I didn't even move away for anyone to go past us. Did you?

Charmaine: ..I don't remember. The lady who wakled past us wore pink.. That one was wearing-

Me: A dark red.. And I heard-

Charmaine: I heard the footsteps coming our way, you know.

Me: YA!!!

*lol* Freaky, man!

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Sunday, March 12, 2006

Screw my life, and screw my life even more at school. (No shagging at work, people. Its against the law. I think.)

Does anyone happen to have the song "Summertime"!? Mind sending it to me!? abrakedabra_poof@hotmail.com

Just send it via email or msn! THANKS!!!

Jazz is cool.

Damn, I've two Literature essays on The English teacher to write, three essays for poetry, and one source-based questions worksheet due tomorrow.

(Yes, I know its a holiday, but the teachers want them. :( )

So annoying! Somehow, I get the feeling that I forgot something, still.

Uhh.. OH YEAH!

YING~~

You're getting quite popular. I've gotten quite a number of people asking me "Who's Ying!?!?" after I set "I was born to be a slut for you, YING." as my personal message.

So funny. Tarnishing your reputation, am I? *cackles* I already started at ECP last night, hun.

Whee. In case you people think I'm some brazen hussy, and some illegal prostitute.. I'm not.

If you haven't read the previous post, read it to find out more. To cut the long story short, it was a JOKE. And still is. Otherwise, don't even say a THING about it.

I respect prostitutes (most of them anyways), and I feel this certain affinity with them. I have NO idea why, so just shoosh and don't say a thing.

Don't tell me what to do, because that just gives me the right to tell you what to do. Not that it matters anyways. We don't have to listen.

"For free sex, please call Gisella at ."

*rolls eyes* I'm sorry, I can imagine you doing that. If you really thought of that.. What about originality? Don't steal MY idea. Don't even modify it, or create a whole new idea that seems like you trying to modify MY idea.

And remember, whores CHARGE for sex. So.. free sex? You've gotten your facts wrong.

Okay.. So its:

"For sex, call Gisella at ."

Uhh.. STILL got your facts wrong. I only charge Ying, and "I was born to a slut" for HER, not anyone else.

You really need to do more research. And respect others. If I managed to respect you from the time I first spoke to you, I don't see why you can't do the same for me.

And since you're so tied down by the restrictions of laws and such, and cannot achieve the freedom that you want so much, why don't you just ignore those laws? Live the life you want to live, then suffer the consequences. After all, you seem to have so much passion for wanting to achieve ultimate freedom. Why don't you enjoy it for at least a short moment? Better than nothing, in my opinion.

Don't try to make amends. I'll come crawling back to you (Don't take this literally) the moment I see a positive change in you and find that it would be nice talking to you once again.

But don't worry, I'm very VERY professional. I can separate my own personal matters from my work. Or so I think. Or so I LIKE to think.

*lol* Must've confused most of you. Just my bitchings. Makes me feel good about myself, see?

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Saturday, March 11, 2006

Whoopeedoodoo!

Went to school to get our report books.. And find out a little about the JCs and polytechnics. Spastic. We were supposed to find out ourselves, and get stamps for all the boxes that represented each JC and polytechnic, just to show that we'd visited all the booths.

Oh well, I just went around and got my stamps.

Then my dear and I had to change into these.. odd brownish-beige shirts and jeans for a CDC event at ECP.

We were selling stuff as we tagged along the main event "Jazzpiration @ Marina Cove". So there was this.. temporary stage thing, I think. And there were people singing jazz songs.

SO COOL~

You know, I wished I was up there singing too! :P Nah.. I'd probably FREAK OUT.

Uhh.. those brownish-beige shirts that we wore always made me feel like a cockroach, somehow.

And today, my friend said that we looked like gunnysacks. HILARIOUS. Superly true.

So now when anyone goes "gunnysack", we must all do a half-squat and raise our hands beside our heads. You'll have to see it to get it.

And I was going a little high on music, so Ying came to pester me and sniff my hair and kiss me. And so I started dancing whore-like to the music, and then I spoke in a husky voice to Ying:

"I was born to be a slut for you."

Apparently some people were staring at us.

It sounds so unprofessional, come to think of it.

I'm gonna change it to:

"I was born to be a slut. Your slut."

I'm good at this. :D

Got a lift home from my friend's uncle. So nice! We both stay in Pasir Ris. *wiggles her brows*

I nearly broke my commitment to drink nothing but water, soy bean drink and milk for Lent! I went to MacDonald's, and had an early dinner of.. a filet-o-fish meal. Upsize. Drink: coke.

*lol* I felt SO bad, so I actually prayed before I ate. A really long prayer. (I hardly ever pray before I eat. :P)

I mean, I wasn't tempted to drink it cause I craved for coke, but because.. I don't know. ECP cannot CANNOT go with water. In my opinion. Its just.. weird.

And I feel that.. a complete meal at MacDonald's includes coke. MUST include coke.

I ate the burger and the fries, and I would naturally go to my drink. But every time, I stopped. Guilty conscience. :P I didn't drink it in the end! I'm such a good girl.

Is a "slut", but is a good girl. Hmm.

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Whee, haven't posted in two days. Or three. Summat like that. It doesn't matter. :P

Anyways, my teachers refused to alter my score for English. *shrugs* Whatever.. I'll just see how it goes.

I forgot to mention two things!!

That day I went to Geylang, which was Saturday. Ying kissed me(not AT Geylang.. She wasn't there).. 50 times! 45 IRL and 5 over the phone! Not on the lips, people.

Ying's in love with the scent of my hair. Its SO weird, I tell you. She'll just walk up to me and go:

"Come, let me smell you."

And then she takes my ponytail in her hand and sniffs my hair.

"Mmm.. Still smells like you."

Then she'll walk away, satisfied.

*hums* I honestly don't remember what I wanted to say. Just keep it short, sharp and sweet, eh?

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Monday, March 06, 2006

Okay, I've five days' worth of blogging to do. I'll try and make it as short, sharp and sweet as possible.

Saturday started off pretty cool. Hopped into my dear's dad's car, then picked Naddy up. My dear's dad took us to MacDonald's and got Naddy and I hash browns and milo. *lol*

I nearly died from drinking the milo.

My stomach sent a message to my brain:

Too.. much..

Oh well, I held the cup with tissue paper cause it was so cold.

Drama! Gosh.. It was the most embarrassing moment. Not exactly.. I've had more embarrassing moments.

Sweaty palms! The pushing "game" was.. humiliating.

Later that night, I apologised to Hsuan Te for my sweaty palms. Oh well, apparently he had sweaty palms too, just that I didn't notice.

Disgusting boy. He said the contact was like.. "slosh". DISGUSTING....

And you know what was the funniest thing? Hsuan Te couldn't pronounce "stool" properly. I didn't hear anything wrong, with it, though. Anyways, he kept repeating himself.

"Stool.. Stool.. If I'm a stool.."

*ROFL* I didn't crack up cause he couldn't get the pronounciation right (hell, I didn't even notice anything wrong), but cause.. I mean.. Stool. Like poop. *lol*

Anyways, went for an MFB meeting at SECDC (Paya Lebar, SingPost). Didn't do much. Ended pretty late.

Followed my dear and her dad to dinner.

Right before dinner, I got a tour of GEYLANG! Singapore's red light district!

I tell you, the place.. Is... Awesome.

Of course, I didn't get out of the car. I got a tour from inside the car. :D

The place is superly organised (prostitute-wise).. There was a street, where all the $40-$50 protitutes would be. They're quite.. unappetising, shall I say? Further up, there were the $100-$150 ones. THOSE, were better.

Then there would be one street filled with Indonesians, another for Chinese. I didn't get to see the transvestites. Apparently, they were on the other side, but we didn't go that way. So amusing. We actually drove around Geylang just to look at prostitutes. You people should do it too!

Had dinner right after that with my dear and her dad. I was STUFFED. Didn't finish the pei dan porridge (Sorry, don't know how to spell porridge in Cantonese in English.). Felt so bad. It was a HUGE bowl.

While we were eating, we saw this lady eating with her eyes closed. HILARIOUS, I tell you.

She wore a glove in one hand, and she would use that hand to hold on to the piece of chicken while she ate away at it. And then she would close her eyes. Trust me, her eyes weren't nearly closed, and her eyes weren't very very small.

We figured that there were two reasons why she closed her eyes:
1. She was trying to convince herself that she was eating abalone or something.

2. She was very very tired.

Got sent home by my dear's dad later. Got home pretty late. At about.. 10.15 or something.

Sunday!

Didn't go church, and went to CDC at 8am for an MFB meeting. I slogged the WHOLE day at the computer. Then during a little "break" (actually, it wasn't really a break. I just had nothing to do.), I started doing my Physics homework.

I dwelled on a 2 mark question for AGES. I spent so much time on that question! In the morning, before the meeting. During the meeting, during the break. And.. when I was doing my work in class cause a teacher didn't come or summat like that.

For lunch, my friends were nice enough to get me a can of soy bean drink to go with my food! They got it SPECIALLY for me! Why?

Uhh.. Cause I can't drink ANYTHING but water, milk and soy bean drink for the whole of Lent? That was one of my sacrifices. :D

I was so touched! Thanks guys, you really didn't have to. I was fine with water. VERY fine. :P Really! I LURVE water!

Got home really late again. I wore Jackie the whole day. :D

Monday! Uhh.. Lemme try and recall what happened.

OH! I went to Rachelle's (sayang's) house after school!

I had prata bomb! SUPER COOL!

Its.. roti prata with melted sugar inside. No, not the melted sugar that's brown. The melted sugar that's clear and colourless. Kinda.

SUPER COOL! *giggles* It was uber cool.

Sayang told me that I had to go out more often.

We spent a very melodious afternoon together. It all started with us going back to her place after the prata bomb. Sayang plonked herself on her sofa and pointed to the piano.

"Play for me. Entertain me."

Or summat to that extent.

And I did. *lol* Quite funny. Apparently, the song that I was playing happened to be a song she wanted to learn for ages. So we spent lotsa time on it.

Then she started playing this song, and I started singing along. Anyone remembers this song that goes.. "On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese. I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed."

CUTE!? Mhm. *nodnods*

Then she played a few little tunes on the violin, and she played some disney songs on her piano, and she taught me a little bit of ballet and we talked quite a bit. Awesome, my sayang.

I don't think opposites attract. :D That law only applies for magnetism. "Like poles repel, unlike poles attract." (I studied it today, you know! By myself! Without waiting for my teacher to teach us! I love myself.")

Okay.. Tuesday. Started off a really good day. No, actually. Its was average. I had a teensy E Maths test. Class test. Whilst the others were having A maths.

So.. the test was half an hour. And the paper was out of 20. Vectors.

I did the paper.. and completed it 10 seconds before time was up. Why? Because I didn't see the solution that was STARING at me in the face. Oh well.

Anyways, we compared answers, and I found that I made a CARELESS MISTAKE!!!

h - (- 2) = ?

h + 2, correct!?

Guess what darling me wrote? h + 4.

HOW DID I GET FOUR!? Oh well, I lost three marks. I was THAT close to getting full marks. Oh well. I'm happy with my score.

And.. this sucked. Kinda spoilt my day. A little.

I failed English.

Yes, gape at the computer screen.

I passed my test, but 20 or 30% of the CA score was for the holiday homework.

I handed it in, but my teacher lost it. So.. I got zero for that. Which caused me to fail.

The holiday homework was marked and returned, and I found that I didn't get mine back. So I went to ask my teacher. She said that she didn't have it. Then she checked the list, and found that I got 0. I -did- do it! I seriously did.

I did. I checked the computer today. I found the files!!!

Anyways, I thought I wouldn't feel anything. Cause I would've passed, but it was just that my teacher lost my paper, and it wasn't exactly her fault that I got zero. Without my paper, she can't even mark it and give me any marks at all. I don't know whether she doubted me handing it in, but I'm the English Rep, for goodness' sake. Would I not do my homework? Pfft. Oh well.

I went back to my seat feeling.. nothing. :P

Then I picked up my water bottle from the ground, intending to drink from it. After I opened the bottle halfway, I froze, closed the bottle a little bit, held the bottle in my left hand, took Jackie from behind me, placed him in my lap and sobbed into him. Everything happened so quietly. Oh well, but my partners noticed about five seconds after I broke down.

I got over it in about.. 5 minutes. It was then that I figured that my teacher couldn't do anything.

After school, my dear and I went to CDC again. Got home at.. 10.15? Pfft. Bathed, quickly ate and was in bed by.. 11pm. Read a few pages of my book, then went to sleep.

Today.

One big, fat, sucky day.

It was alright in school.

One part of Drama was particularly funny. I shan't put it here.. Too lazy. I'm gonna blog on the EMDD '06 blog after this entry.

Got myself Ben and Jerry's ice cream!!! Uber cool. Big tub. Phish something. (In case you didn't notice, phish = fish. And no, there isn't any fish in it. Its just fish-shaped fudge in the ice cream.)

With every large tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream purchased, the buyer will get one bar of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream worth $4.20 FREE!!!! So happy. :D

Got home, told my dad I failed English. I was completely over it.

My dad got pissed. He asked me lotsa questions.. Don't remember. Being the understanding girl I am, I said that it wasn't exactly my teachers fault, and she can't give me marks if there wasn't my work.

Daddy: "Why did she lose it?"

Me: What do you mean, "why did she lose it"? When people lose things and don't remember anything, they won't know why they lost it.

Spastic, I say.

Daddy: What's your teacher's number? I want to call her.

*silence*

Daddy: Did you do the work in the first place?

Me: YES.

Daddy: Then there isn't a problem. If your teacher really lost it, I can go all the way to the principal.

I got kinda freaked.. I am, number one, English rep. I am, number two, quite close to that teacher. I am, number three, on good terms with the teacher.

I stuffed the last spoonful of food into my mouth and brought my dinner plate out to the kitchen. Then I walked straight into my room.

My maid called for me to finish my soup. Then I said I didn't want it.

Dad: Don't show me your temper, I haven't even shown mine yet.

Pfft. What temper? I didn't even retaliate. I didn't even say a THING. I was being nice. If I wasn't, I would've yelled the whole house down.

Anyway, one reason why she lost my paper could probably have been because the homework was handed in a very disorganised manner. Every one handed in the work at different times. Every time she came into class, I gave some to her.

I clearly remember myself handing the work in ON TIME, so I shouldn't be penalised for handing in my homework late. Before the extension, in fact. If handed in during the extension, then I would be penalised.

And my work was handed in with others. I don't understand why, but MINE had to go missing. Which sucks. But then again, since I've been passing so much, I guess its time I had a taste of failing.

I found my work anyways. I hope she'll mark it before my form teacher keys in the marks for CA 1.

A1 to F9. What a disgusting score.

Then later, my dad entered the room and asked for my teacher's number again. I said that it was alright, because I found my homework. I pointed to the computer.

Then he said the most OFFENDING thing in the world.

"I don't believe you."

Fuck it. Yes, I used the word again.

Me: So you're calling me a liar?

Daddy: Ya, sort of.

I fucking did my work, and I wouldn't lie if I didn't. Gosh, am I really that kind of person to you

I don't understand, I really don't. I told him that I found my work already, but he didn't believe me. The files were already open, for goodness' sake! Pfft.

I'm still very prone to injuries, it seems. I cut myself with a pencil. *blinks*

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Friday, March 03, 2006

Okay, I'm officially out of everything. :D Life's SO much better.

I woke up today, and the first thing I told myself, was to be DETERMINED to have a good day.

And I did.

The "signs" show still freaked me out! I was walking under my HDB block with my maid (she walks me nearly to the bus-stop every morning), and I told myself not to freak myself out today, and on one of the white walls, I saw this.. VERY dark red, slightly brownish paint-like streak.

The first thing that came to my mind:

"Fuck, its blood."

My heart skipped a beat.

(To those who're appalled that I used such a word, or feel that I shouldn't say such a word, shh. I'm being very honest.. That's EXACTLY what I thought. I didn't say it. :P I just.. stopped walking for a very short moment.)

Oh, and after walking past St Patrick's, and when I crossed the road, I saw this small, guinea-pig-like thing run across the jogging track. SUPERLY CUTE! I think it's a rat, though. But it didn't have any tail.

No, I've never seen a rat IRL before. I used to have two guinea pigs. And that thing was most definitely not a guinea pig. It was too fast.

So.. as I continued my walk to school and reached a bend under the overhead bridge.. That place's really dark, by the way.. and there're some plants beside the path.

I was walking along that path, and I heard a scuttle of some rat-sized thing in the plants. I walked faster. *giggles* Funny.

I didn't go upstairs to wait for Marianne again. Went up later, when the sky was BRIGHT.

Then we finished watching the show during English today.

Pfft. I'm not freaked out anymore. The alien looked cheesy. The day before yesterday, I didn't really see the alien cause my eyes were 9/10's closed. So the colour of the alien I saw was entirely.. off. :P

After school, Charmaine, Rachelle and I decided to go over to my house to do Physics and uhh.. Don't remember what. Think it was maths.

We got onto bus numbered 197. It was a single-decked bus, and we sat in the back row.

There were 5 seats in the back row.

Two of which were occupied by a couple. In school uniform.

The other three were empty, and we took them.

Rachelle right smack in the middle, beside the couple.

Me right beside Rachelle on her other side, and Charmaine at the end.

The boy had his arm around the girl, and he had his hand entwined with hers.

He was.. very very tanned. And he was fat.

We couldn't really see the girl's face. The boy's huge form was blocking it.

Rachelle expressed her unease to me, cause they were being so mushy, and.. and.. She seemed hesitant on telling me more.

I looked at the guy, saw his neck and giggled.

"He looks so.. dirty. Like he's never washed himself since he was born."

We both cracked up. Charmaine just sat there, shaking her head at us, but I caught her smiling.

"No.. No.." Rachelle said. "Its just that.. I don't know how girls can be together with such.. dirty-looking guys."

I looked at the couple and this time, I saw the girl. I burst out laughing.

"She's not that pretty either.. Terrible skin. And she looks pretty dirty too. But slightly cleaner than the guy. Maybe she thinks he's hot too."

We cracked up again.

Don't take no offense, people. I'm not insulting anyone but the couple.

We had lunch (kinda), and then Charmaine's mum didn't let her go in the end. I didn't want to go to Charmaine's place, and Rachelle didn't want to go to Charmaine's place anymore. So.. we all went home. :D

I'm quite tired.. *sighs* Gonna do work today! I'd better buck up. My common test results weren't all that good.

Ta!

P.S. Do your diary entries and BRING them, EMDD cast members! Oh, and is anyone gonna bring cutlery for the last scene? Go to www.thetaminggame.blogspot.com if you don't get me. I'm too lazy to re-type everything. :D

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Thursday, March 02, 2006

Woke up with nearly my WHOLE body aching. Thanks to carrying the black benches all the way up to the Black Box from the Art Room. Carried one bench with Sherrie.. Wasn't easy walking, and the bench felt like it was made of teak. HEAVY..

After the dumb "signs" show, I kinda kept freaking myself out.

When the lift doors opened in the morning, I was afraid I would see an alien inside.

And.. usually, I'll sit outside the lockers on the second floor of the second block you'll see when you come into school, and wait for Marianne to come..

Every morning. There'll be a toilet just opposite me, and there'll be a staircase, where the lights of that staircase will go off at a particular time.

I didn't go up there today. I was afraid I would see an alien. *sniff* I mean, I don't believe that they exist.. But I kinda believe there IS a possibility.

*sighs* I think we're going to complete the show tomorrow.

Had a headache the whole day.. Not -that- bad, though.

Managed to persuade our Literature teacher not to give us "torture time" today. Its just essay-writing.. But we don't like it much.

Was REALLY tired today.. Didn't sing very very VERY much. Not as much as on other days.

Was rather down at the start of the day, especially after a teacher walked past me, then walked back.

"Gisella."

"Hmm?"

"I noticed something that day you gave the Guangdong presentation during assembly that day."
"Mhm."

"No offence (He/She said something to that effect.)!"

I nodded.

"You have a funny accent.. It was.. a funny accent.. I don't want it to affect the SJI collaboration.. isn't clear, the way you speak."

He/She started walking away (he/she's always in a rush). To lessons. I don't know why he/she's always rushing.

He/she speaks as he/she rushes off, "Speak normally! Speak normally!"

Teacher, if you're reading this.. I'm so sorry, I agreed to take no offense, but I just can't help it.

I mean, I always knew I had a funny accent, but I never thought it would be negative.

But no worries, I'll speak properly for EMDD and its rehearsals. I'll try, at least.

I was quite ticked.. Had half a mind to ask him/her to give Rachael back the role she rightfully deserved. But I knew I would cry (gosh, I'm turning into some eternally sodden sponge) if I ever told him/her that. I'm sorry Rachael.

I don't know why.. I just don't like confronting people, I guess. It makes me feel terrible.

Well, as the day progressed, so did my mood. Went a little insane during Literature, and after that, all was well.

But, of course, there were problems weighing me down, and I spent LOTSA time trying to find a perfect solution. I'm still thinking. I'll try and help if I can, otherwise I'll just keep my nose clean, pretend I never knew anything (which is going to be difficult), and STAY AWAY.

That's the perfect plan to save MY butt. Ain't that easy, though.

Give me some time, people.. I'll get things sorted out. I hope.

..There I go again, making "decisions" where I have no right to. Just give me the word, and I'll back off. Really.

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Wednesday, March 01, 2006

For English, our teacher didn't come yesterday, and we were supposed to watch a movie, pick a character, analyse him/her. The movie.. was "signs". The one with Mel Gibson.

Yesterday, we didn't do it, cause we couldn't hear the thing.. Today, we watched it, and I got totally freaked out. I don't like seeing creatures.. Weird creatures.

After the show, I got freaked out four times. And I kept screaming when anything little happened.

1. During Literature, Rachelle had to "present" her ideas about some chapter in the Literature book. I was idling.. Kinda. And then.. Rachelle was giving some example.. So when she was thinking, her gaze was focused on a point between two people. And there wasn't anyone between them. I wasn't looking there. Rachelle suddenly went "Oh my god.". I freaked out. She was just giving some example of a feeling.

2. Sometime after school, my dear and I went to the toilet, and I went into the first cubicle. When I came out, my dear was facing me, standing right in front of my cubicle, but she was staring at the second cubicle. She went "Oh my god." I freaked out. Oh, it was nothing..

3. A mynah flew overhead in the canteen. I usually don't scream. I SCREAMED. The whole canteen went silent for a while.

4. My file dropped, and I screamed. Scared a few people.

Rachel Cham and I went home together after drama. Well, she didn't really go HOME, she went for tuition. But yeah. We took the bus numbered 36 to Changi, then we stopped and hopped into NTUC to get drinks. I wanted coke, but didn't see any.

However, the FIRST thing that Cham took me to.. Was the fridge. Ben and Jerry's ice cream! There were the COOLEST flavours there! I was SO tempted to buy them. 53's sudden arrival made me run away from them.

Oh yeah, Happy Ash Wednesday, people.

No, I didn't abstain from meat. I had 1/4 of a bowl of fishball noodles. And vegetarian fusilli, and some fruits, a little agar-agar, and two packets of winter melon tea.

That's all for today.

Oh, and some coke and around half a packet of Bugles "sour cream and chives" crackers.

..Moving on.

You know, I feel like such a secret-keeper. I seem to be nice and trustworthy.. People trust me. I don't know why.

People, I sometimes get sick of it. It complicates my life, and being the wimp that I am, I'm afraid that everything will backfire and I'll be the selfish, scheming one who held all the secrets, knew everything, but pretended not to (..Did I? I can't be sure, really.. Can't remember anyways. :P).

I was chatting with Sherrie.

Oh.. Forgot to mention. Guest starring: Sherrie Tan, my drama junior. :D

gissy. says:
*sighs* You know what?

·$26 not just rainbows and butterflies. ·0 says:
?

gissy. says:
I'm SERIOUSLY sick of everything..

gissy. says:
Its so.. complicated.

gissy. says:
I'm sick of everything.

gissy. says:
I'd rather all this never happened.

·$26 not just rainbows and butterflies. ·0 says:
duh

gissy. says:
Its complicating everything, and its making people unhappy, and its making people frustrated and pissed off.

·$26 not just rainbows and butterflies. ·0 says:
hmmmm

gissy. says:
Some get amusement from all this.. I do, sometimes, but sometimes when it concerns me, I just.. don't respond as enthusiastically.

gissy. says:
I'm being quite unfair, right?

gissy. says:
Like.. I can do all this to others, but they can't do that to me.

That kinda gives you a teensy idea of what's going on in my life. What I'm feeling, yadda yadda.

More..

·$26 not just rainbows and butterflies. ·0 says:
sorry im not in the very right mood tongiht.

gissy. says:
No worries.

gissy. says:
I'm not too.

gissy. says:
I feel like such a failure too..

gissy. says:
I mean, I'm your senior. I'm everyone's senior, except for the seniors.

gissy. says:
Uhh.. Confusing?

·$26 not just rainbows and butterflies. ·0 says:
thats besides the point

gissy. says:
It isn't.

gissy. says:
As in.. I'm supposed to be setting a good example.

·$26 not just rainbows and butterflies. ·0 says:
seniors have feelings too.

gissy. says:
But no.. What am I doing? NOT setting a good example.

gissy. says:
I mean, yes, I have feelings.

gissy. says:
But.. I seem "righteous" at the wrong times.

·$26 not just rainbows and butterflies. ·0 says:
aiyarh

·$26 not just rainbows and butterflies. ·0 says:
dont think too much larh

gissy. says:
Just today, my dear and I went out for a while ya?

gissy. says:
We were supposed to be practising.. And we figured that the reason our part went so disgustingly bad was cause we didn't get the right emotion.

gissy. says:
So.. I asked her what I usually did that pissed her off.

·$26 not just rainbows and butterflies. ·0 says:
uh huh

gissy. says:
She said that it was me making decisions when I have no right to, and I'm not the one in charge.

gissy. says:
I didn't take it too seriously then. Cause it would've made everything awkward.

gissy. says:
We're supposed to be professional.

gissy. says:
There must be a clear line between acting and our dumb personal stuff.

gissy. says:
So.. I didn't take it too seriously.

gissy. says:
But it wasn't easy.. And now that I think about it.. She's right.

·$26 not just rainbows and butterflies. ·0 says:
hmmm

gissy. says:
And I feel terrible.

·$26 not just rainbows and butterflies. ·0 says:
orh

·$26 not just rainbows and butterflies. ·0 says:
hah

gissy. says:
Something like that..

gissy. says:
I'm so.. I don't know what I'm feeling.

I feel like such a.. traitor. I've always wanted to be scheming, a bitch, but the kind that everybody looks up to, respects, and likes.

I feel like.. some.. Damn, there's a word for this. What do you call those things who pretend to be something that they're not? Pretend to be something nice that they're not. Forgot.. Can't think clearly these days.

I'm not scheming on purpose. I don't even know what the hell I'm talking about at the moment. What IS the scheme? I don't know.. I'm very confused right now. Its just that I've all these secrets with me.. And I feel like that thing (refer to previous paragraph). Oh.. Is it corrupted? Something like that. Yeah, I feel like a corrupt person.

If given a chance, I can burst out crying any moment. I think its got something to do with me being shaken by the dumb "Signs" show.

Hence, my msn personal message says: Fine. Want me to be serious? I'll BE serious. Just watch me.

Its gonna be so freaking difficult. Please don't mock me or laugh at me if I fail terribly. I might just decide to not be serious again. Perhaps its just cause I'm sick of everything at the moment.

I know I'm making myself seem pathetic in this whole post. Who cares? As long as I get sympathy. No, really.. I swear. I'm doing this to get sympathy, as well as record stuff that happens in my life in better detail. My anti-drug diary has very limited space.

If I have a proper plain book, I'll spend hours writing my entries. Might as well blog happenings. I type faster than I write. LOADS faster. But yes, there is a limit to what I can blog about. I'm too wimpy, remember?

P.S. The above conversations were MILDLY editted to remove bad English. Words like "AIYARH" do not count. I can't replace them. They're not my words, I've no right to, yeah? :D

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