lamenting
Thursday, March 30, 2006
So tomorrow's Sports Day. Whoopee doo. I'm really not sure why I'm not ponning like some people I know. Seriously, why go there to sit in the hot sun and suffer in the friggin' humidity (thank you Singapore, for being situated so close to the equator) scream our lungs out for people who won't be able to hear what we are screaming, knowing full well our throats will be sore and scratchy the next day? Pessimism. My forte. And as much as I'm whining now I know I'll still be out there tomorrow doing the same thing I just typed. Screaming. At least after tomorrow we can FINALLY stop doing the bloody progressive jive and disco rock. They're fun dances but after doing it 23409892 times the fun tends to diminish.
On a lighter note, Ms Terry came to our SS class today. Not sure what for but she was scribbling in this really cute notebook :) Then Mrs Lopez was like "Who's lamenting" and Bhavna totally got sabo-ed. Heh heh heh. You know you deserved it though ^^ Was playing Marriage D'Amour again and AGAIN at the foyer haha. Then talked to Gourie whilst waiting-She plays a mean piano. And we talked about the debates & the debators from other classes. I'm just crossing both fingers and toes for 4e9 to get to debate finals. Pure Lit Class Pride and all.
I REALLY HAVE TO STOP PROCRASTINATING AND START MUGGING. The computer is a loathsome evil little cockroach (HP *winks*). The computer is the spawn of satan (hail puritans) The computer is the bane of my existence. The computer is a distraction. The computer is my companion. The computer is my friend. The computer is my lover!
Just realised that I sounded like a complete nutjob there. Not that I haven't realised I'm crazy before this.
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aureliaz out
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First post
Saturday, March 25, 2006
I've decided to crumble under peer pressure and start a blog.
I don't hear any wails of protest-I shall proceed. Don't think a lot of people will read this anyway. I stand corrected; very few people will read this.
All I can say to that is "Hey nonny nonny". That did not make sense.
Anyway, for the sake of preserving the sanity of anyone who chances upon this 'thing', I shall blog with some form of coherency.
So I went to the thuja home for the elderly and mentally deficient today. Well first I went to school and found out that 1)I was the only goddamned person below 30 wearing sandals and 2)The visit was meant for S2s and S3s only 3)The only S4s there were me and Siying. Then the bus driver who was female (how many female bus drivers have you seen in your lifetime?) got lost-several times so we were late. Wasn't her fault really, the place was incredibly ulu. Then Siying and I got stuck on this table with three ladies with only 1 we could actually talk to in chinese. The other 2 were speaking in hokkien and I was just nodding to whatever they said. They could have said:'You fat girl; You suck; I don't like you' etc and I would have happily nodded.
Warning: Rant ahead. Skip if you'll feel bored
After the visit, got a lift from a junior's father to the mrt station. Another junior joined Siying and me in the taxi and asked me, "Are you nice?" I was like "What made you ask that?" She said, and I kid you not, "You don't look nice." I was at a loss for words. Here there was a junior I had never spoken 10 words to saying that I wasn't "nice". Was she out of her friggin mind? If I said that to my seniors, it'd be equivalent to signing my own fucking death warrant. To make matters worst, she followed me around the mrt station and was making stupid comments and TSK-ing me. I wanted to wring her neck. We were standing and a seat in front of us was vacated and I told her to sit there. She shook her head and TOLD me to sit there. I repeated myself. She stuck her tongue out, laughed and tried to push me into the seat. I was so fed up I went into another seat at the other side. 5 seconds later, she walks over and stands in front of me. My plan was actually to get off at dhoby ghaut and change to city hall but I was willing to wait longer to get to outram park and change there just to shake her off. But no, little miss smarty pants decided to follow me again. Me:"Why are you following me?" LMSP: "I have no one to follow so I follow you lor. So funny right?" *insert stupid giggle* Me: "Strangely, I'm not amused." Then I just went for another entrance and she didn't follow me anymore. Thank Heavens for small mercies. I was just about ready to cut her head off guillotine style.
End of rant
On another topic, I never want to be cooped up in a home. It's miserable in there. I would cut my children out of my will if they dumped me in one whilst I still have my health/sanity. It sounds selfish, I know, but the look in their eyes always faze me. It's so full of loneliness and bitterness.
3 visits to 3 different old folk's home yet their eyes remain the same.
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aureliaz out
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