Bimbo Moment XVII (I suck at Roman numerals)
During Civics, we took an aptitude test to see which occupation suits us the best. We were exploring the different uni courses…
Me: For the pharmacy course right, where do you work afterwards ah? Watsons and Guardian?
Sam: UHH, you work in labs?!
Me: …Shit. Hope no one heard that.
I think I can set up a separate blog dedicated to these bimbo moments.. Though embarrassing, I find them quite funny to read. Haha.
Speaking of university courses, I think everybody wanted to slash their wrists when they saw the A level pre-requisites for the different courses… Straight As would pretty much be the safest score when it comes to confirming a place in these bloody courses. Lit students look on with despair.
Bimbo Moment XVI
Uh oh, I’m starting to think my bimbo moments might be proliferating…
*While discussing about plans to study at the airport*
Me: Uh, what MRT station is in the airport?
Everyone: *pause* CHANGI?!
Current mood: laughing/crying
Gosh, being a J2 is really no joke. I hope I’m not about crack, it’s only the second month of school. A migraine was coming on and I’d never felt so zoned out in my life, to the point where I just had one song accidentally put on repeat mode and I didn’t realize it until it played for probably the 10th time, I guess that was because I was overtly occupied with thinking about that one thing. Took a green slip home and didn’t realize how tired I was either until I started having those weird thoughts that you get during the moments right before you doze off. I suddenly envisioned a little cartoon boy playing the guitar on the top of Ngee Ann poly when I passed by the building and a funny little pokemon-ish animal squatting next to a tree… Man I really need some sleep.
On a lighter note, The Importance of Being Earnest was surprisingly entertaining. And honestly, I think women who can wear heels everyday all day are like, wonders of science, because it pretty much murdered my feet after a few hours. And I don’t know how they can “get used it” unless the skin under the balls of their feet thickens about 5 times. Okay, anyway… I really ought to stop being so distracted and start studying, though that’s easier said than done… What’s that thing that Tyra keeps saying? Compartmentalizing or something?
18
Sooo… I just turned 18 years old.
Though I still feel like I’m 15.
Feeling older yet unwiser and un-matured.
[Edit]
Bimbo moment of the day:
Me: *signing a form* Eh, what’s the date today ah?
Sam: It’s your birthday, dear.
Hahaha.
This post is about a week or two overdue and has been rotting in my drafts dashboard:
While sorting out my bursting file, I came across the sheet of paper that was the activity that we did during Civics, where everyone passed around a piece of paper with their name on it and everyone else had to write a quality or whatever of the person. For a while now, and likewise according to what some of the paper had said, I thought that I was a straight-forward person. Then I realized that being direct doesn’t only constitute criticism, which only involves imparting a judgment on the person’s character, but it also means saying what you feel… And bloody hell, is that hard. I’m trying really hard to say something meaningful but I can’t, partially because if I confess every thought that crosses my mind, it would just be a big pile of crazy, but mostly because I can’t even bear to bring myself to face these glaring facts that I hide in the corner of my mind, much less able to translate it verbally. I can’t even bear to tell the truth to myself, I just come up with all sorts of distracting reasons when in my heart I know otherwise.
I’m not at all as brave as I thought I was.