Thursday, August 12, 2004
i'm so pissed i'm gonna scream at the computer.
i do not get the computer.
either msn is crapping up on its own or something is intentionally crapping it up for me.
frigging stupidly deletes the conatcts on its own. first i lose 40% of the contacts, then i lose all except one. i'm so friggin' pissed i could just kill myself.
my momma flew off today. i miss her and dad loads. i hate it all the more since school is starting to suck big time again. and PW is due tomorrow. how i wish i could burn the whole thing and shove it down the chute and pound it to bits and make pulp with it. the whole darned project has been jinxed. it's stupid and irrelevant and makes not one bit of sense. and we are happily slogging over it.
yeps. the good thing is i'm going for san's bbq and chalet. time passes fast.
as for lion dance. i'm sorely tempted not to attend. i don't get this. it's a saturday, i have bio make up lecture, mass math remedial, lion dance and some welcome for some storytelling competition. urgh. and they're all clashing i have no idea what to do.
and there's my wrist which is crapping up. so i can't do a thing during lion dance except stand around and waste time while they ask whether i can manahe it on my wrist. it really rocks since i tried yesterday and now it's worse.
oh gawd. i'm as sour as a pickle. bitter as a gourd. dried as a prune
i'm ageing before my time.
Tuesday, August 10, 2004
i seriously think i ain't cut out for JC yet. just looking at the webby with the GP discussion stuff and i wonder whether i really chose that as part of my study curriculum. i've always preferred fiction and novels to hard facts and here i have thus chosen to throw myself into the deep end and figure how to swim by floundering for dear life. i seriously ponder whether it's gonna be of any use.
it's ironic. i woke up to get to orchard by 9.30am this morning. an unearthly hour orchard-wise since the shops are obviously not open. i sit in macs(the calorie-laden fast food outlet) with PW mates and discuss stupid topics for dear life. only to leave orchard a couple of hours later when ohcrad life is just about to start. talk about no-life.
and..i had my hair cut today. this is a big thing. since i have travelled back in time and practically accquired my primary school haircut. for those who have seen my most horrid picture, you'll understand that i look a fright now. the hair's so short i could be a guy. the thing is, i couldn't exactly see what the hairdresser was doing to my hair since my myopia is awful bad. and she kept snipping my hair till there's really little. and much tempted to cut more off if i hadn't told her it was enough.
grow hair grow!
Monday, August 09, 2004
the perfect way to spend tomorrow would be to stay home. laze on the couch, read a book, listen to the dido cd which clara has kindly returned and forget what's ahead.
unfortunately, that is so not going to happen. tomorrow is an eventful day occupied with mundane Project Work and exciting Math tuition. it really makes me want to crawl under the covers and sleep till wednesday.
that is also not going to happen. 'coz now, i have Project Workt to do. which i'm conveniently not doing. that's why cathy kelly books are needed. to convince people that happy endings happen to just about everybody(if you exist in a book).
the past few days..i have-
gone for lion dance
met up with clara and hear her parents remark that i have gotten more toned and muscular(interesting)
been a couch potato- this requires lengthy explanation. i cannot even begin to describe the amount of food which i have consumed. so explains a new breakout from all the junk food. it started on saturday with me eating after lion dance and running into lily(we both faithfully avoided each other). it was this gross oil laden chicken cutlet meal which later progressed into the night with a massive dinner at noble house before retiring home to a karaoke session and lots of junk food. pringles, jack and jill, apple chips, fish crackers, cream puffs, ruffles, salted seaweed and wine. lots of it. i must have drunk 4-5 different varieties over the past few days. then came sunday. i sat and watched tv with 2 bags of chips and got through them. had high tea with my cousins which involved lots of miniature pastries and cakes and desserts and fat-laden things. there's a reason why they make it small, so you'd think it's okay to eat them when in actual fact you eat staggering quantities of it. did i mention i ate cheesecake at home? and today. pizza with cream soup and more wine. good lord, i've been eating myself sick. i haven't included the more healthy meals which i have eaten though it won't make much difference considering the fact that i still consume 3 solid meals a day. my cousins find me fascinating coz they don't understand how one can be on a diet and still eat 3 meals. they don't get the fact that i used to eat anything between 4 and 6(back then) meals a day.
slept. slept a lot. i mean how not to with all the food consumed?
not exercised
not done any work
the one good thing is that i'm off junk food for a while. i used to eat so much crap but i've began to realise that i don't like it anymore. ice cream sure. but chips. save me.
today's national day. so Happy National Day folks. i miss our PM. he's stepping down and all and he's such a great guy. so warm(not that i've ever spoken with him). just that he feels like home? and he's been around for practically all my life. so yeah.
and today, SG Idol on tv. i watched it. oh laugh. yisheng and kheng appeared on tv for a spilt second and they showed bertinus' audition too. some guy tried to pull a william hung with lemn tree. i would never have though that we'd have the guts. but yeah we do. though i would seriously discourage those without talent from trying out. but then again, Idol is a form of entertainment so they kinda qualify.
my sis and james reformatted the comp. whatever that means. for some weird reason, it's going at a slower pace. it must have been the PW. too much constipated my comp. i'm at a point in life where anything negative can be linked to that most dreaded activity. even running seems a brighter prospect. well, i should be getting back. it's PW time after all.
