Queen
I was listening to Queen on the bus a while ago, and Don’t Stop Me Now made me start forming a little musical in my head. Although the dance moves were cheesy (i.e. Imagine expressing the words from a Backstreet Boys song through dance moves), I thought it was a fabulous idea! A musical based on Queen’s songs could be the next Mama Mia! I mean, their songs are so dramatic and theatrical, it would be perfect. So I continued listening and continued creating my own little cheesy musical in my head….
Until I realized that someone had already beat me to the idea
Crap. I could’ve been earning millions.
Sicky Icky
Woke up with my ear throbbing like an incessant pesky little vibrating handphone stuck in my ear, which ironically is what men of technology are aiming for (handphones tiny enough to fit in the ear, not the pain). Needless to say, it hurt like a bitch.
Then my forehead began throbbing likewise, and so was my throat.
Turns out that this dumb eczema in my ear (I know, who the hell gets eczema in the ear?!) sparked off an infection and voila, the perfect recipe for a fever. Though I’m not sure of the chronological order…
Good news is that this fever came at the right time.
Tomorrow is some MOE photoshoot, so my timely illness will save me from posing in some strange place in school where no one would even chat in. Eg. Sitting on the steps or sitting in some weird garden and laughing casually with a teacher and another friend. Who the hell sits on the steps and laughs lah.
Or pretending to be deep in fascination, struck by a geography/IT project, and be all inter-racial-y. Deliberately trying to bring across the point that our school hones anti-racism students is ironic because since the portrayal is deliberate, it pretty much acknowledges the fact that racism still exists. Not that it does, I hope, but still seems stupid.
Ughh feeling sick…
Lazy and Pissed
I’m currently living the world’s laziest person’s dream.
Kitchen is being renovated, so we moved all the kitchen equipment to everywhere else in the house.
So the fridge ended up in…
The LIVING ROOM!
Watching TV? Too lazy to get up and walk that grand total of 15 steps to your kitchen to grab that pack of potato chips? Well here’s the solution – put the fridge right next to your sofa!
It totally rocks, I can just lean over my couch to grab something to eat.
Hurrah for lazies!
News about my laziness aside, I’m glad PW is finally over, but it just can’t stop bugging me because during the Q&A, Joyin and I (plus some others from other groups) got questions which weren’t relevant to the parts that we presented at all, which wasn’t suppose to happen, according to my PW teacher. It’s totally unjust because some people got questions based on what they presented, so they can answer breezily, but some didn’t, so the quality of answers will definitely be different. Yah yah I know people would say, “But you’re supposed to know the whole project thoroughly blah blah…” but we were told that the questions asked would only be about our parts, so I just wasn’t expecting this to happen. I’m pretty pissed about it actually. Just hope that my answer was sufficient.
Anyway, no point complaining about it now…
I’m off to laze around my fridge on the couch ~~
Bimbo Post Ahead
Shoe shopping today brought about a revelation…
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THAT NO SHOE IN SINGAPORE CAN FIT MY RIDICULOUSLY TINY FEET.
Unless I buy children shoes.
We went to GAP and I tried the children shoes. I would’ve bought them too if it weren’t for the ribbons and shiny hot pink colour.
I can still remember in primary school when classmates used to accuse me, “You bind your feet right? Don’t lie. And how can you walk ah? With such small feet, I would fall down lor.”
Hope their feet are so big now that they are called ‘Big foot’ by their friends and are unable to find shoes that fit them either, hah. I can be like, “Why your feet so big ah. If my feet were that big I confirm go work as a clown lor.”
Why does every female have at least size 5 feet? Doesn’t anybody out there share the same size 4 (or even size 3 for some shoes) feet as me? If you do, please comment so we can bitch about how fruitless shoe shopping is together.
Told you it was a bimbo post.