Money matters

Is everything just a freaking money making scheme?!
What the hell is the world coming to.
How could they take something I loved so much and use it, in a seriously pathetic attempt, to gain recognition and money? Bless you all.

I can’t exactly say I’ve been working very hard. I need to get out of my house. There’s the com, the tv, I’m even watching Tom and Jerry. How dumb is that. So back to studying I need to go. Damn. I need to put in more effort. Everyone’s so darn stressed, but I’m surprisingly not. Thank you band. And now I shall go read some academically related stuff and then sleep away.

Good night.

9th september

A quick update of my boring school holiday so far,

My weekend was horrible. I can’t remember what I did, except sunday was a bad bad day. And when I complained to Pei Wen I instead sent my three page sms to her house where the telephone operator did a wonderful job of pronouncing everything. I have no idea what accent that is, it just made the ‘I’m so bloody pissed’ sound freaking weird. I listened to it. Ack.

And so monday, can’t remember what happened, tuesday, watched coco before chanel with worm. Nice :) The place was so empty, it was scary. I just imagined everyone to be mugging at home, and that got me all scared. And then realised I’m so pessimistic, because, because the place was so empty, subway had little business and gave worm an extra cookie which she shared with me, and we practically had the whole place to ourselves. okay.And I’m glad I quit when I did. I don’t know what I would do without – now. Probably wallow in boredom and misery apart from mugging. yucks.

Wednesday, got some work done, and sat with Nava through her last few minutes of her birthday. I think everyone spends their last few minutes of their birthday deep in thought. Nava did, and I did too. About people. so from 11.52 we just sat there and thought, about people, about how old we are, and how sad it was that we had to wait another whole year before it was our birthday again. that kind of stuff. Speaking of which. I am very grateful for Nava in my sec 4 tkgs life. She has brought tremendous happiness and laughter and corrupted my not-so-innocent mind even more. Seriously. If she teaches me something, she will link something sick to it. One mere example:

Mega
Giga
Tera
Micro
Nano
Pico

To memorise the order, remember MY GOD! THAT MAN’S NAKED PENIS!

Happy birthday Nava nee tha!
Navaneetha, shut up! -Mr T.

I was just thinking of Hot Fuzz, and the part they were chasing the swan and I just couldn’t help but laugh.

After prelims I am so re-watching the movie again. Hilarious and gory. and a somewhat small reminder that people do go insane.We should have a sleepover. And then I can watch Jh sleep again. That girl. Scary. She moans and groans in her sleep and tosses and turns like mad, but she’s in deep sleep when she does so.

I am supposed to be catching up on my sleep but no, I am depriving myself of it. I slept from 12-4 last night, before I woke up and started reading because I just couldn’t sleep. Ooh.

And, I look forward to my three hour conversation :)

I TURNED SIX TODAY

There are quite a number of things that I have to do. I just spent my day at T1 with my family, went for dinner. Celebrating on sunday :) Read letters all the way to 8.09, now. I want to thank all the people who were so sweet today. I think its funny to list out names, list list list, but here goes.

My family; my brothers for that cool bag, and my parents for being my parents and so sweet. And funding a lot of my things. Heh.

Thank you Shaniece Pei Wen and Audrey – that awesome cake. I was thoroughly impressed by its aesthetic appeal and edibility. :D :D thank you too for the time it took to make it.
Thank you Jia Hui, Claudine, Isa and Brenda – the wonderful cards, letters, and SHORTS. No evil hidden intentions yeah. (Jh your letter was so long and awesome)Thank you Natasha Nava Nikila Dhivya Kimberly for the jar with 16 sweet lil letters
Thank you Danielle-le, for wishing me at 3.09pm. that was freaking cool. 3rd of september, 3/9/93. WOW! And the awesome letter. I think its cool we’re still in touch. Its been years!
Thank you Ahsin, Cherlyn, Amirah, Khairiah, Aisyah, Petrina, Nicole, Geraldine, Cheryl, Jewel, Fiona, Wei Li, Gladys, Drusilla, Astri, Baizurah, Linyu for all your warm happy birthdays, bright smiles and some real nice bear hugs. That was so sweet. :) I felt real happy when I got wished. and Ahsin near crushed my ribs in the morning.
Clara! Saw your smiley face first in the morning. Thank you for the quirky things! Thanks for being my closest cousin!
Thank you Laura and Claire for being such wonderful ex-seniors, for remembering, the sweet ‘happy birthday’s.
Elizabeth Seto and Priya for the handmade carousel that actually turns! I can hardly believe you guys managed to assemble it.

And to this special group of people, you guys don’t realise it, but you give me hope, and I really long for this to happen soon though I don’t really think it ever will. I don’t think you guys can ever replace them in my heart, but I still love you. It’s just not the same, see. Maybe one day we will bond more. Thank you, Ouyuan, Elodie, Hui Qi, Nidi and Dini(love your names), Chin Hui, Hilda, and two other people whose names I cannot mention. It’s not by your own consciousness, (bad word, limited vocabulary now) but by just being in that same room and doing the same things together you remind me of a time long ago.

Gosh. Thank goodness most of you up there will never see this. love a quiet blog. :) I find this post embarrassing.But today was very sweet, thank you all very, very very much.

I kind of wish I turned six today, instead of sixteen. Funny huh. I’m almost willing to trade all I know now for some kiddy brain and innocence. How emo. Sorry. It’s great being sixteen!! Jh wrote ‘16. You can officially legally watch NC16 movies though I am very sure you prefer watching it illegally more’. I’ve got lots of things I wanna do and be good in! Take WHOO! for instance.I just realised I am aging. I had better do all i wanna do NOW.

Once again, thank you all.

Yawn.

I realise that actually I am quite guai :)  I didn’t skip school at all the past three days.

Neck ache. Back ache.
I feel old. I ache everywhere. My back especially. But it makes me pleased because I feel healthier and my muscles are harder. hee.

Got a whole day planned out for tomorrow, and I have to call Nikila at five to wake her up. She’s excited by the prsospect of waking up at five. -.-  It was an understatement when she said her life was boring, that she looked forward to my calling her. =)

The weekend ahead is long and full. Two sleepovers, and finally, after ages since it came out, I am going to watch Up. Monday I will be skipping school and though I ought to be supporting my teachers, I am NOT leaving my sleepover, waking up at six just to come to school. That would be just gross.

It’s 8.24 and I already feel like sleeping. It’s been a rather boring day. Cancelled piano until after months, she was wearing a black dress today. Wow. Ominous. Recently my neighbours quarelled. The kids. There was plenty of screaming and shouting and things banging and crashing, a lot of ‘fuck you!’s,  ‘get lost!’ and ‘asshole!’. When I walked past he lifted up the whole porch chair! for a pretty skinny guy he’s not bad eh. Then he smashed it down repeatedly.

Honestly, I think you’re getting faker and faker. More and more facades. ’smatter?

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I want a storm.

irked

Again, I have accomplished nothing this weekend.
It is sunday at excatly 1900 hours, and I have to be in school in twelve hours. No homework done, no studying done, no piano done, no – done. I could bash myself up. Honestly, I really need self discipline. I need a personal trainer, not the workout at the gym kind, the make sure you do homework kind.

Well. It rained beautifully today, although not very heavily. I ought to stop going out into the rain everytime it pours. I lose track of the damn time.
Clara and I had macs for breakfast at eight today. There was this couple beside us really snuggling and cuddling all the time. Distracting. It was a funny meal. That aside, the food’s standard has really gone down tremendously. I compare my food the the delicious looking pictures displayed above the counter and my first thought is ‘eee’. And it doesn’t taste as good.  

I’m starting to enjoy Man from Holland’s teaching and I don’t understand why my other b.mates don’t. They hate him, something I find extremely amusing, hmm. I can picture the look on Elodie and Ouyuan’s faces right now. Hah :)

And now I have to find my favourite flower.

:) :) :)

It’s really just too bad that at 12 am there are still people walking around. Everytime I go for a night walk, just to enjoy the moon and the quiet, I can’t help but sing. But I make an effort to look around me everytime before I do something dumb. Jump up, dance, sing, whatever. Usually there’s no one there. But again and again I just embarrass myself. A few minutes ago,  I was singing this song I made up, which in my opinion were beautiful lyrics :) , and I got so caught up I got louder and louder. It suddenly occurred to me that there was a homo sapien behind me, and sure enough, when I wheeled around there was this tall girl with big eyes staring at me. When I quickly looked away, she rushed past me toward home. I know my singing is not particularly beautiful or anything;  in fact it’s not good at all. Then I realised with my hair down I may have looked scary. Plus, I remember turning around directly under a lampost so maybe my face had an eerie shade. Oh gosh I felt like such an imbecile.

Then there was this day there came this beautiful storm. I was so excited. I went out to the park and just stood there on the grass soaking in the pure, refreshing, pounding rain, watching the lightning flash far far away, and reveling in the crashes of thunder. My slippers and feet were muddy from running through grass, who stands on concrete when you are enjoying something of nature anyway. Of course I’m not stupid enough to stand under a tree. I’ve seen a huge branch just break and collapse. Lightning is just so intriguing to watch.

Anyway, I was thoroughly and truly soaked and enjoying every second, there came this teenage couple who just stood 6m away from me and stared. I should be the one gaping. Who carries really gay turquoise and yellow umbrellas? I was somewhat embarrassed because they didn’t move away, they just stood there like twin oaks. They totally ruined the storm. I went home.

Today was a rather funny day. In my entire life, I have never laughed so much in a whole week, except maybe last year after July. Nikila, Natasha and Nava bring out all the laughing genes. Every cell in me laughs at the lameness of it all. Nikila just has to make one face and I cannot control myself anymore, I honestly have to laugh and hit something. It’s just hilarious, everything’s so hilarious. I’m truly happy in school now, and I can’t wait to go back on Monday and see them all again. Oh, the silliness of it all!

Just now Clara came over and we were supposed to do homework but of course we talked and talked and talked. I love being surrounded by people who do not take everything so seriously. I’m sure many cancer cells in my body have been killed. My cheeks ache from laughing and smiling. I could cry in joy.

Tomorrow’s lesson with Man from holland. eee. You’d better come,  Elodie. :) Ah, Jason Mraz’s Lucky is stuck in my head. :) Muscle day tomorrow!

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All of us have a right to enjoy life, and live life.
So go away.

Sleep

I was just recalling when I watched The Invasion( A dumb show anyway), that Daniel Craig said it was possible to go without sleep for one whole week. The most I ever tried was 2 days, and gosh that is so exciting! After the o levels I am going to try a sleepless week. As of late, I’ve been sleeping at four or five am, which is nothing compared to Shaniece actually. Master of sleeplessness. My hero :)   <proud sigh>
The thing is, no matter how late I sleep, be it 1 am or 5 am, thats the range in my holidays, I still wake up at 8.30 am. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t oversleep that. Ever since I got my bed back, we couldn’t move it back to its original position in the centre of the room so we put it near the window. And every morning at about 8.20 to 8.30 am the sun’s wonderful rays come bathing down my face. My bed is accurately poised and ready at the prefect angle to accept the glaring light. Plus, ever since the cockroach crawled on me in my sleep at 1.18 am a few weeks ago, I have kept my floor-to-ceiling balcony window and other windows shut. So there’s no ventilation and it really heats up something hot. Every morning, unless it’s a cloudy day or raining. By the time I immigrate to another bed or sofa, walking down the stairs will have fully awakened me.

And so, I have been going with less and less sleep. The surprising thing is, the less I sleep, the more alert I am. I think I actually hear better. I always thought that was common sense until my friends and others  said it makes you lethargic. They say with little sleep the body cannot function properly and you keep making mistakes. The mistakes part I agree, when I didn’t sleep for 48 hours I couldn’t play this particularly easy piano score right. But noo. I become more alert! Alert and making mistakes. How contradicting. Doesn’t everyone! My theory: the less you sleep, you put your body is a more alert state as a sleeping routine has been altered. Your body becomes wary as there have been alterations in routines. It detects danger, thus becomes more alert? I bet everything I just typed is all wrong.

I guess the stomach really is one distendable bag. I even eat faster than Jia Hui now. Thanks Malacca. At the start of every meal I was already full from the previous.

I don’t know what to say about MJ. You did change some lives.

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