I’b *sniff* Sick
[edit: 1.8.06] Okay, I take back what I said. This has got to be the worst flu I ever had. I’d rather be having the fever instead of being clogged up with endless supply of mucus, probably enough to smother the whole of India. If I don’t blow my nose, it feels clogged. If I blow my nose, it still feels clogged, and there’s also that unconfortable feeling when you accidentally breathe in water when you’re swimming. I feel like regurgitating my guts when I cough. But no way am I consuming panadol, those evil things will stay in your kidneys for years.
My mum insists that Panadol aren’t painkillers. I even went to the extent of Googling it for her, but she still denied it. Then she said that if Panadol is a painkiller, then other pills aren’t. I can’t help but feel annoyed when I try to explain how I don’t want to bugger up my veins with useless drugs.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll go to school for the sake of coughing all over Mrs Yeo.
May she suffer as I do, mwahaha. Gah, the cough’s getting to me. [/edit]
Man, it sucks to be sick.
Every pore in my torso was radiating heat to the degree of 38 while my feet and hands trembled till I thought they were going to drop off.
But that was yesterday!
Today, the fever’s disappeared but a stuffy nose and sore throat has replaced it, which means I’m well enough to return to school tomorrow. GAH! Tomorrow’s going to be a real long day. 2 periods of Physics. 2 periods of Chinese. 3 periods of Literature. 3 periods of A/E math consecutively. Physics and Chemistry tests after school. Damn you, TK.
Staying at home is nice though. The thought of your friends slaving away during classes at 8am makes you feel warm and cosy while you dig into your delicious Cranberry Almond Crunch Cereal at 11am. Mwahaha.
It has it’s side-effects though. The only shows available on TV in the morning or late afternoon are either Blues Clues, Dora the Explorer, The Oprah Winfrey Show, Days of Our Lives or Jamie Oliver’s Attempt to Make Disgusting Fish Look Tasty. No one’s online either. Why? Oh, now I remember. Nyaha! *digs into cereal*
Little things will tend to amuse you greatly too, due to the boredom.
Colin typed, “Shen bing de ren yao duo xiu xi!” ["sick people need more rest"] and I thought he was saying something about biscuits, medicine and pee [I thought: bing = biscuit, yao = medicine, xi = well, I dunno, but it sounds like pee to me]. And this is the biggest joke of my day.
Anyways, thanks to those who were concerned! Really appreciate it. 
Cows are Peace
When I get really, very tired to the point where I start mumbling random things and drooling on my pillow, I can’t sleep. I slip into a semi-conscious state – maybe it’s microsleep, not too sure – and dreams start engulfing my vision while I’m still fully aware of the drool on my pillow. Dreaming while you’re awake.
It’s severely uncomfortable, and you’d have to jolt yourself out of the awkward intensity.
Then fall back into the semi-conscious state, and the dream continues.
I dreamt that I was in a pool, staring upwards from beneath the water. A man was being dangled by his foot, and someone was dipping him up and down. He screamed when his face hit the water – his mouth was moving furiously, trying to yell for help, but silent bubbles instead of words floated out. His face was so contorted in pain that I couldn’t even make out his features. I stared at him beneath the water, and did nothing.
Then suddenly, I was in a playground. The entire 3C class was there. The playground had a bubbly sort of aura exuding from it. I don’t know, the sky seemed bluer and the sand seemed smoother, breathing the air was like swimming in melted mint chocolates and I could hear my classmates laughing in a distance. It was as if we were kids again, and I was playing on the swings. Just then, a cow appeared next to me, fidgeting around in the sand. I got off the swing – Shixiang sat on it – and hugged the cow, it seemed to be hugging me back too.
The drowning man was creepy and I’ve got no idea what it means, maybe I’ll be saving a disfigured pig from slaughter in the near future or whatever [Charlotte's Web!], but after dreaming of the playground, I woke up feeling happy. It’s a pretty sensation. Reality hardly satisfies anyone, but the sun comes out in our imagination.
Being teenage-y emo again, life looks awfully pointless. I can’t bear to think that I’ll be working in some office for the next 50 years, I can’t bear to think that school is slowly killing me by taking away every ounce of energy left in my body. We’re exteriors with no soul. Learning is a wonderful thing, and I’m all for it, but sometimes it consumes our lives, maybe a little too much.
Hell, TK is so absorbed in studying that it doesn’t even celebrate Racial Harmony day. No costumes, no performance, only speaking the pledge in 4 different languages every morning till National Day. I would like to think that school’s taking away my life, but the sad thing is that it’s becoming my life.
I envy cows. The dream made me realise that a cow’s life is synonymous to a child’s. Bliss and simplicity. Ignorance may be the source of bliss, but that isn’t too terrible is it. Ultimately, our lives are no more different than a cow’s, except our approach towards it as we grow older. They live peacfully without a single doubt in the world.
“But all they do is eat grass, get milked, sleep and die,” you may scoff.
And let me guess your daily routine..
Wake up, go to school, eat, go home, sleep and die?
What’s so special about you? Who’s the cow now.
“I’ve got my problems,” you respond uneasily. “My mother nags at me to do housework/homework all day, my brother pesters me relentlessly, my grades are crashing, my girlfriend’s on the verge of dumping me and my friend says I look fat.”
Read it again.
It sounds trivial now, doesn’t it.
We and cows are all slouching towards the same inevitable conclusion, why not live life as the cow does, instead of replacing one worry after another? Life’s a race waiting to be finished. Would you rather beat yourself up to the point of fatigue and suffering with only a few strokes of happy moments to celebrate, or finish last, undisturbed and blithe?
I don’t know, to me, we ought to free to do what we want.
The reason why I loathe school is because they make it compulsory to do whatever they tell you to do. All for naught.
Especially secondary school, the teachers are exceptionally anal.
They’re overly keen on hunting you down. Skipped a lesson? Hunt hunt hunt, they will. I’m awed by the lengths which they will go to.
Discipline. The word makes no sense to me, I mean, what is it for? Think.
But of course, we all hate freedom.
Ah, that’s another issue which I’ll blog about next time. Right now, the more I type, the more nonsensical the words are becoming.
So, maybe instead of whining over nothing all the time, cows should be our role models.
Just.. Be happy. And stop being angry over things which we have created out of nothing. Be peaceful with our mundane lives.
Who knows, we might actually be contented with life.
You’re On Drugs
I forgot to post a few pictures. They are kind of random though, but they’re just funny to look at.
Amalina struggling to break free from Sarah’s grasp with a paper envelope flopped onto her head.
Amalina struggling to break free from Sarah’s grasp with a paper envelope flopped onto her head, which proclaimed that she’s a loser!
Ming Jie doing his OHMYGODSOCUTE moves during TK Golden run.
“Dear 3C!! Thanks for making my first classroom experience such a joy, and really, you guys are great! Hope that you will dream BIG and realise your dreams =) Blessings, Mr Pang, ‘06″
He’s the best trainee teacher to ever live! Okay he may have pronounced Vimal and Vee-male and called Sarah by her last name [Thomas], thinking that she was a male, and forgot to zip his fly once. But! Even though he was a noob, he really seemed quite dedicated and hard working. Respect man! *thumps chest with fist and peace sign*
Paula was practically sobbing, not really though, while we said goodbye to him. Love ya Mr Pang!
I received a fantastic prank call today, by none other than Edwardo The Great.
“Hello, is this Miss Ho?”
“Err. Yeah?”
“This is from [insert chim official-sounding company name], you are a suspect of consuming drugs in the past 48 hours. [Drugs drugs ramble blah blah...]”
“….Edward? Is that you?”
“*cough* Um, I advise you, Miss Ho, not to contact anyone or speak to anyone within the next 48 hours. Anything you say can or will be used against you in the court of law.”
“Yeah right, Edward. YOU are on drugs!”
“[Blah blah law court shit]”
“Yeah yeah, okay man. Drugs. Me. Yeah. Byebye!”
“Good day, Miss Ho.”
He called back later to confess that it really was him. Duh.
His voice was too distinctive. It has the Edward esscence in it.
Another thing to add on to my list of hate: People who don’t reply their messages, especially mine. Ergh, irresponsible prats.
The Corpse Looks Dead
By the way, calling her a ‘heartless loser’ for what she did is pretty much indirectly insulting yourself as well.
Every insult you spewed out at her was merely bouncing back to you, do you realise?
I feel sorry for him, but it wasn’t as if she suddenly thought, “Hmm. Hey, why don’t I break up with him, you know, just for kicks? Then afterwards, I can laugh my ass off and then take a shower.” Unless that was actually what you were thinking when you did what she did.
And “Don’t talk about cool when you don’t know anything about it”? That’s the most bimbotic talk I’d ever heard from you.
I never realised being “cool” mattered such a great deal to you. It’s disappointing and pitiful. I thought you were more mature than that.
If being cool defines how enriching my life is, then I should be spiritually impoverished by now.
Oh, the irony and hypocrisy.
__________
“A corpse is sprawled across a pavement in front of a HDB flat. This suggests that.. That… Um.. That the body is dead.”
The prescence of a corpse suggests that it’s dead. That is what came out of my grotesque mouth. WHY JULIA WHY!
The examiner must’ve thought I was demented. Yah, the corpse looks pretty dead, man.
Before the oral exam started, Rui Wen came back to the holding room from the toilet, reporting to us what she saw for the picture. She claimed that there was a body sprawled across the pavement with a pool of blood surrounding it. A woman was standing next to him with a “WTF!” look.
We all began to speculate possibilities of the death of the dude. We even went as far as the dude probably had bet a load of money on the World Cup finals and was in debt. As a result, he killed himself. Hoorah.
When it came to my turn, I realised that the “body” didn’t look very body-like. It looked like a bunch of.. nothing. It was just a bunch of pure nothingly-shit! So I stuck with the “dead dude” story. Halfway through explaining the picture though, I realised I should’ve just left out the corpse part and simply elaborated on the killer litter aspect.
The more I think about it, the more I know I absolutely, disgustingly screwed up.
It was not a body, I’m sure now. It was just.. UGH I DON’T KNOW, just something which doesn’t have organs and isn’t dead!
I can’t believe I actually said something worthy of an IQ of 30.
Anyhoo, TK Golden Run today was… How should I put it.. Exciting, panicky and mundane.
Let’s start with panicky.
I woke up at 5am, in the usual I’m-so-groggy-that-I’m-gonna-kill-someone mood.
The mood remained constant up till 6am when I reached Clementi MRT station.
Teng Hui was supposed to meet me at 6am at the station, but by 6.15, he was still no show.
So my mood began to rise. Where is that Sid?! One thing I can’t stand is people blowing me off, or in other words, pang seh me. I doubt Teng Hui would do something like that, but I’ve been wrong before about other bozos.
Just as I was thinking about soup, he emerged from the train! That boy ran out of the train to run to me, all the while the doors were beginning to close. Despite my maniacal gesturing towards the closing doors, he insistently continued to run like an actor in a Korean love serial on the beach chasing his diseased lover, then I yelled, “GET IN, MAN!” which broke the ambience and he brought along a Time magazine on the train. Awesome.
Okay. Panicky section finished.
Now comes Mundane.
Sarah, Paula, Julien and I walked around the whole Bedok Reservoir, along with three quarters of the school.
The other quater were either happily slacking at the stations or running. Noobs! Mwaha.
Um. Mundane part complete. Boring event leads to boring explanation,
Now the exciting segment.
Ming Jie was being his ultra cute self and danced for the Talentsearch thingy.
Ohmybarnacles, he was so cute that we were just screaming, overwhelmed by his cuteness. Cute cute cute cute arrgghh.
That’s wasn’t the exciting part yet. Um, somewhat, but not really.
Rika and Zaki started dancing, and after their performance was over, the emcees took over.
What they said really shocked the flooshy out of me. They began to insult Zaki’s dancing, proceeded by:
“At least Rika was good.”
Upon hearing this, my jaw hit the ground so hard that there’s a bruise now.
I turned around and saw that Paula’s jaw was sharing the same appearance.
How awfully insensitive that statement was, and furthermore, to be proclaimed to the entire school over a microphone by an annoying emcee. Yes, I find her annoying. Why? Because she touched me inappropriately. Once she touched my stomach, thinking I was pregnant due to period cramps, and touched my legs for God-knows-WHAT reaon. No one touches me unless you’re someone whom I’m actually acquainted with
Anyway, that comment merely increased my dislike for her. I insult people for a reason, and that is because they’ve deliberately done something annoying in the first place, like touching me. But to heartlessly make fun of what might be another person’s passion? That’s just pure evil.
Later during tuition, I was sitting there, thinking about sleeping, then Liz’s and Eunice’s prescence suddenly became surreal. I couldn’t believe I’m lucky enough to gain such friends. Lizard and I talked for a while, before her mum came, and ‘heartless loser’ she is not. Yah, as the cliche says, dudes come and go, but friends stay. Yay. Ooh it rhymes.
Dumb Quotes
Today was a funny day. Full of ridiculous quotes.
Some are probably just everyday stuff we say but I found it hilarious anyway. I must’ve eaten something wrong for breakfast.
“You know like, Paula, Julia and Sarah? PJS? Yah, it reminds me of ‘pajamas’. Hahaha!”
- Paula
“You stupid asth-hole!”
- Sarah
“You put braces arh?”
“Yep!”
“You rich larh, wear braces.”
“But.. You wear braces too, doofus.”
“That’s ‘cos my teeth very messy, yours look so straight still put arh? Rich idiot.”
“…”
- Louis
“Imagine you’re a farmer. And you have 50 *ships.”
[*ships = sheeps (?!?!)]
- Miss Ada Tan
“She said ’ships’! Hahaha! I have um.. 2 gooses! And 2 mouses! Hahaha!”
- Paula
“I lost my chemistry revision! Oh wait I found it.”
“Where?”
“It was in front of me. The only place I didn’t bother to search was the place where it would most obviously be.”
“All hail Shi Xiang.”
- Shixiang.
“Listening compre today.”
“How was it? Disgusting?”
“We got a pretty invigilator.”
- Colin
“Good luck for your O levels listening later!”
“Yah but that’s later. Good luck for yours next year.”
- Ting Xuan
“Hello, can I speak to Ah Long please?”
– Wrong number.
I find the ’ships’ one particularly funny.
Look, I have 20 fishs and 30 mouses!
This Post Contains Chunky Paragraphs
My sister’s blog layout and mine are nearly identical now.
Except mine’s based on Alucard while hers features ugly horse, aka Vanness from F4.
The hand is what bothers me. Everytime I enter the sight, this disproportionate, huge hand is right smack in the middle of it all, ugh.
I just have this urge to click on it all over. Click click click click! 
And the font looks BEEG! Awesomeness.
As the title suggests, be prepared to squint a little to read the post.
Okay, this is super duper cheesy of me, but I’m actually doing a Thank You People list. Barnacles!
I’m in a “Hi- I- just- won- the- Miss- Universe- Pageant- So- I’m- Thanking- Irrelevant- People- So- They- Won’t- Sue- Me” kind of mood [scratch the thanking irrelevant people part]
Bear with my cheesiness and drama. Usually I think everyone sUx, but they surprise you sometimes.
I think it’s more of misanthropy than just loathing particular people.
When I thought about it, I’d only truly hated 3 people in my life. So what about the rest? Classify them under “SuckersAll of Mankind” I guess
But I feel like loving people all over today!
Whee~ Spread the love.
I can’t bear to type it all out with organised numberings [it's scary, feels very exposed] so you’ll have to search for your name in the below fat chunks of words. Irritating, I know. Nyaha.
So, unpleasant things have been happening recently, hence the short outbursts of emo rambling and subsequent annoyance it may have caused in the previous entries.
While I was wallowing in self-pity, cutting my toenails daily out of boredom and talking to myself like a schizophrenic, my friends helped, even if it came in small/unconscious gestures. And for that, thanks a million!
Thank you Lizard, for sticking up for me, as usual.
Thank you Eddie, for being willing to sacrifice your time to listen to me rant on about someone whom you don’t even know. I must’ve complained about the same thing at least twice, I think, sorry if I’d bent your ear off.
Thank you Eunice, for… erm.. Laughing at my situation. Argh! Haha, it sounds crude, but it made me realise that the whole thing is actually laughable.. In some ways. Erm.
Thank you Edward, for asking and listening.
Thank you Colin -the Drooler-, for all you said. I thought what you said was quite meaningful, “Those who are worth your tears won’t make you cry,” or something. But then I thought about it – if I stifled my tears and didn’t cry, that would mean that the person is actually worth crying over. That defeats the whole meaning then! So it’s better to cry, in order to know that the person you’re crying over is worthless. Crying good.
Thank you Sarah & Paula, for making me laugh till my guts are on fire everyday.
Thank you Teng Hui, for helping me even though I practice my doodlingart skills in your notebook and scream “ShutupFathead”, “ShutupSid” and “ShutupIdiot” at you whenever you’re in sight.
Thank you Jiejie, for being the best sister to ever exist [only sister I'll ever have anyway. Haw]!
Most of all, Thank you Denise! After that phonecall, my life changed drastically. Okay it didn’t, but I looked at things with a new perspective, and it reeled in a revelation too. Plus, no one has ever been willing to stay up till 11.30pm on a school night to help me out. The next morning, I also faced school with a different attitude. I think my mind dramatises everything so much that I forgot how to rationalise things, and you did just that. I felt ten gazillions times better afterwards. Thanks for the advice and care man.
I’m feeling okay now.
Okay enough to stop cutting my toenails. They’re like little stumps of grotesque flesh now. Stop. The. Urge. Argh.
I just realised that all my female best friends, and sister, are alpha females.
Sadly, that characteristic of theirs doesn’t seem to rub off on me much.
I guess I somewhat am, a little, thus the vulnerable self much. This inability to penetrate [not in the dirty way] is probably the reason why dudes I date get agitated, proceeded by impatience, then the dumping.
Nothing can be done – He expects me to open up, I expect him to bloody read my mind.
Ugh, as of this moment, I’m swearing off all men forever and ever!
Until after my O levels.
Yesterday during chemistry, we mixed up some pretty chemicals.
For some totally outrageous! reason, Sarah’s precipitate always ended up the right colour, but mine kept turning black or some gross colour.
Maybe it was because I added too much acid/alkali, above the limit where we’re supposed to stop, but whatever man! Never mind that!
It’s totally bizarre and strange that I got disgusting colours.
Like this one.
Low and behold, I don’t know what I did, but I created this fantastic masterpiece instead.
Harhar. I tried adding more sodium hydroxide but it merely turned black. *sAdD sAdD*
After several tries, I saw my future and concluded that it will never involve chemistry or cooking. Pfft.
Then Sarah exclaimed, “Oh my god, I can be a chemist when I grow up man!”
My experiments ended up looking like someone puked/pooed/stuck their nostril’s mucus in my test tubes.
So I just took pictures of Sarah’s one instead.
Okay I’m like, gonna cut my toenails now.
Wait, I’m not supposed to.
I’ve ran out of milk.
How am I supposed to eat cereal with no milk, huh, huh, huh?!
Smiley Face Pencil Case
During recess, Teng Hui was doing his homework, so I didn’t dare to bother him.
Plus, the privilege to draw on his arms is now no longer extended due to complaints by his mother.
I don’t understand why, throughout my 15 years of living, people are bothered when they see someone with pen marks on his/her arms.
Once in secondary one, a friend drew rubbish on my hand, and my home ec teacher went berserk, demanding who the “culprit” was and proceeded to ban my school from selling nuggets [no relevance, but for that, she burns in my pit of hatred FOREVAH] You’d have thought she was scolding me for throwing balls of wet toilet paper up the ceiling in the toilet [that's actually great fun!]
Back to the topic.
So I got bored, turned around and saw SX’s pencil case.
Smiley face pencil case! It rhymes!
Zero in.
Yes! Shixiang all dah way!
He seems to be living at… Bedok Resorvoir. Wow.
I messaged Sarah about it [Ponning Queen ponned school today] and she said, “Haha! Cute AND organised, man!”
Anyway I think he’s freaked out by my awe of him. He’s just so fascinating.
Anyhoo, old trainee P.E teacher is sexist.
Because of his age, he probably just has a traditional mindset instead of sexism. But whichever it is, it’s a little annoying.
He talked to the boys only and let them play with the proper volleyball, the hard kind.
Then, for some stupid reason, he made us girls stand up, walk…
And sit down again at an area 3 metres from the origin.
We were all complaining, “wtf?”ing and “wah lau!”ing then, but come to think of it, I think he was redirecting us to a new area so that the volleyballs which the guys were using wouldn’t hit us.
It still hit me anyway.
I was a bloody ball magnet today. It was raining balls.
Plus, he issued the soft volleyballs to the girls, like girls can’t handle volleyballs.
Okay, we can’t. After a couple of whacks, our hands start to feel the burn. But well, at least have faith in us.
After school, everyone in class was screaming:
“Italy!”
“Portugal!”
“France!”
“Italy!”
“Portugal!”
“France!”
“Italy!”
“France!”
“Chemistry worksheettsss!”
Hah, Terence.
Food still looks unsightly.
I See Pregnant People.
First, Yap Seng.
Then, Justyn.
Now; Sarah, Paula and Me!
Pregnant people just keep popping up these days.
I’m probably gonna get killed for posting those pictures, but everyone’s pregnant!! Agghh, they’re everywhere.
I see pregnant people.
Bal has been replaced by a “trainee” teacher for the time being. Why did I sandwich that word between two quotation marks [okay I've forgotten what those little high commas are called]? He’s been teaching in the school before, but came back as… A trainee?
Well, his shiny bald head aside, I suppose he’s nicer than Bal.
That is, he doesn’t oogle at girls and he doesn’t have hair sprouting out of every possible outlet.
Okay I’m being mean again.
Shall stop before I start saying meaner things, like how our math substitute teacher pronounces “Vimal” as “Vee-male” and we all laughed like crazy till he seemed embarrassed.
Whoops there I go again, I’m unstoppable! Rock on.
To Find Out The Secret of Life…
“Congruent triangles can help you find out about the important things in life…”
I woke up from his lesson and waited in anticipation.
“…like finding out how tall a tree is.”
YEESS, the secret to life is at last stored in my precious apple of knowledge!
Loosers, nyaha.
Anyway, the real secret to life is to replace people.
Some people just do it faster than others.
And eat lots of bananas.
They cure everything, I tell you.
Speaking of bananas, I’ve lost appetite for the past couple of days.
Ever felt pissed off? Don’t eat.
Food seems disgusting. Whenever I look at food, I feel like puking, which is ironic because I haven’t eaten to start with so I have nothing to puke out except stomach acids [no I'm not bulimic]. Anything you eat will inevitably churn out as a pile of faeces.
It seems queer that we’re stuffing ourselves full of junk but only to shit it out at the other end.
Filling, emptying, filling, emptying.
This funny image pops into my head, like gazillions of humans with their mouths wide open and sliding at full speed through a thick pile of mud, only to have it sprouting out the other end like a fountain. Ecks, that sounded weird. Diseased chicken? Shit. $90 steak? Still shit. Therefore food = shit, I don’t see why we have to obsess over how damn good it tastes.
From now on, I shall only drink water/guava juice and eat bananas if necessary. Or better yet, eat nothing.
Tomorrow I’ll probably be stuffing myself with cookies after a 12 hour starvation period – not exactly starvation since appetite’s lost – but I’ll try to keep with the new food timetable, boycott against food!
Food, from now on, is deemed disgusting.
Of course, now they throw in a few vitamins & aloe vera and voila – “Healthy”.
It’s to help the lazy people who are too lazy to reach the vitamin pill bottle by throwing in vitamins into food/gunk that they eat.
They throw in vitamins into potato chips too fool gullible public into thinking that hey, it’s pretty healthy after all eh, but the rest of the gunk which is consisted in the chip will probably outplay those dumb vitamins.
Food is gross. Food makes you bloated. Food makes you fat. Food causes diseases. Food poisons you. Food is – inevitably – shit.
Therefore. You’re eating muck. You’re eating fat. You’re eating disease. You’re eating poison. You’re eating shit.
DOWN WITH FOOD.
I’ll probably realise how absurd this post sounds and delete it tomorrow, but heck.
All I’m brainwashed with now is Food Sucks Food Sucks Food Sucks.
Say it with me, Foooooodddd? Shit!
None.
“It’s my mole. No, serious.”
Gummy candy can do wonderous things.
Chew off half of it and stick it onto your lip, voila, it transforms into a mole.
I tried doing it, but I was laughing too hard for the gummy candy to stick to my lip, not to mention all the candy got stuck in between my braces, so I turned out looking like some retard with booger flowing out of the mouth (?!)
We had oral practice in the morning with Puja. The picture was utter rubbish, it showed some old people hanging out at a restaurant, eating.
I couldn’t even clearly specify what event was taking place because it was just nothing.
The conversation. Decribe an experience you had at some sort of live entertainment.
For some odd reason, the Jay Chou concert popped into my mind. I was actually kind of surprised that I could remember it better than other concerts, even though it was one and a half years ago. I even added the “having his own mini-concert” part. Heh.
We actually planned to kill the 5 hours we had left before having to arrive at National Stadium by watching Superman.
Paula asked us, individually, what we had wanted to do.
Paula: What do you want to do?
Julien: Watch a movie? Superman.
Paula: What do you want to do?
Me: Ooo, can we watch Superman?
Paula: What do you want to do?
Sarah: OH! Want to watch Superman?
So Paula was like, Why’s everyone saying Superman?!
I wanna watch it because the trailer proved that Superman’s eyeballs can repel bullets. If only my eyes are made of hardcore steel, man.
But we couldn’t, it was too late.
In the MRT train, our bodies looked oddly elongated in the window, like one of those funny mirrors at the carnivals.
STRETCH!
We encountered this huge crowd of malay dudes, dressed in some form of uniform [black shirts and jeans. Coincidence or not, I dunno] and walking along. Some of them were carrying around guitars and drumsticks, we were kind of mocking them from behind.
Like, “I wear black. I’m emo.” that sort of thing. The odd thing about them was that whenever they met up with their friends along the MRT tunnel, they’d shake hands. It wasn’t as if they were strangers, they do know each other. It seemed queer, so we concluded that maybe it was some sort of Malay-thing.
Later on they started chain smoking, so that changed from “I’m wearing black. I’m emo,” to “I’m wearing black, I’m emo and I fill my lungs with venomous tar because I’m depressed as my parents grounded me for stealing my little sister’s eyeliner, which looks great on me.”
However, when I was at the National Satdium with Eddie and Afiq, Afiq was doing the handshake thing with his Malay friends too.
So I thought, “Hmm, okay, maybe it really is a Malay thing. But why haven’t I noticed it before..”
But the thing was, Eddie did the handshake thing too, with his Malay friends.
I was just confused all over again.
We met up with Lizard later.
It was so cool to see her in action, like yelling out commands to her juniors and what not. Ooo exciting.
Well, anyway, the point of the event is that Tanjong Katong School won the Best Display Band competition.
NYAHA! suckers. Deyi’s drum major was superb, so when he made a mistake, the entire TK population stood up and roared with joy. Sadistic aren’t we.
Something else miraculous happened too, and I thought life was actually finally looking up.
Maybe it was a start of good things to come.
But of course, being the owner of a grotesque mouth, I screwed it up. Even though I was pissed off at myself, I was equally annoyed by the other party, because I’m trying so hard but yet shit is being dumped onto me in handfuls…
I suddenly went crazy and overwhelmed with the thought of, “Fuck fuck fuck, I keep trying but it’s not working; why is it that the other party never responds or recognises how desperately I want to fix things,” and realised that every problem I’d encounter always boiled down to this statement. Pathetic.
For some bizarre reason, Bus 10 took 7905 eternitys to arrive.
It was nearing 10pm, I’d be running around for 13 hours, I screwed up, and I just wanted to go home.
But at that point in time, I thought even buses were out to get me. If anyone driving their cars that night were to look closely, they would’ve seen a girl imitating King Kong/The Hulk and kicking the railings while screaming, “Will the bus please fucking come?”
In the midst of crazy kicking, I realised that all my frustration then [waiting for that damn bus to come] mirrored the frustration with problems. All I have to do is sit tight, wait, and something will eventually come along, and of course hope that I’m not at the wrong bus stop. Except real problems need some action to take place if they were to be fixed.
Promptly after that thought, the bus came.
Ohkay just rambling rubbish. Off I go to pee~
Oh! And Justyn’s 2 months pregnant.
First he wore my skirt, being a girl. Now heshe’s expecting. Aw, how sweet.