ain ashiqin
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I want school work to go away,
And never come another day.
Let all my yearmates come and stay;
We'd talk and laugh and shop and play.
And if we were about to pay,
The boss'd say, "Oh, it's okay."
But nothing's ever what I say...
If only things would go my way.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Okay. I don't know what's wrong with me. But that's perfectly alright because it happens all the time anyway. So. I got booked once already by my class chairperson, who is obviously an SL (Student Leader). SLs can book others. Anyway, she booked me because she caught sight of my name-tagless pinafore before I managed to borrow a jacket to cover it up. Sigh. Then due to the overwhelming number of SLs in my Malay class, I got pissed off because apparently SLs love booking people and finding fault. Two SLs in Malay class came over from the other side of the room, and sitting themselves on either sides of me, they began discussing, as if I wasn't there, what detail about me they could book. Being in an emotional state that day (for no apparent reason), I got seriously pissed by them and refused to talk to anybody for the rest of the day. But that was a couple of days ago. Kind of like, Thursday, I think.
Oh yeah, on Saturday we had World Red Cross cum Enrollment Day. We got our enrollment badges. My friend, whose full name is Siti Nur Atiqah, but I prefer calling her Siti, let me listen to a song on her handphone. It was so sweet and so cute, I smiled as long as I was listening to it. It just so happen that, when I was listening to it, I was looking absently at this guy facing my way. Not really looking at him, just somewhere to look at. Somehow, he thought that I was actually smiling at him, and he smiled back. He blushed, alright. But I didn't mean anything though. I just happened to be looking at him, and he got the wrong idea. So throughout the rest of the thingy, he kep looking at me. Frankly, he is actually slightly cute and older too. But just not my type. Nope, definitely not. And I wasn't in the mood to go around flirting, anyway. Not with the RCY ma'ams around. I'd be killed, with teachers too. I almost forgot... I met Miss Marziati, Mr Sham (I still don't know how to spell his name) and members of Yuhua Primary's RCY batch this year. I was half surprised yet I had half-expected it. I saw Kenny with the Commonwealthians too, but he didn't see me. During the structure-building competition, I spent my time mostly with Miss Marziati and the new batch. They said I look familiar (but they don't know that I don't know them at all). Surprisingly, Aiswarya's juniors (don't know what primary school) also said I look familiar to them when I was chatting with them. But I can't, because I wasn't from that primary school. I don't know. I think they got me mixed up with other people. It happens all the time. On the way back to school, I mostly slept on the hired bus. Everybody couldn't care less, so it didn't matter.
Sunday was a significant day for me. It's not like I went anywhere or anything. Stuff just happen. When I went to religious class in the morning, my friends asked me whether I got sunburned. I think they got that mixed up with tanned. Sunburn is the stage where your skin peels off. At least that's what my brother said to me. Anyway, I said no, and asked why. They said I was darker, more tanned. Do you have any idea how terrible that is? It's so terrible. I don't want to be dark. It's because of RCY's foot drills, and the running for PE. I can't stand it. I hate it so much. Because it's true that I've grown darker. I can see clear lines defining the borders of the darker exposed part and the lighter non-exposed parts. In other words, tan lines. I can see the V-shaped tan line made by the collar of my school blouse and PE shirt. I can even see the curvy lines where I wear my watch. I can see tan lines telling everyone the length of socks I wear. I see tan lines everywhere, and this is NOT GOOD AT ALL. It means I've grown DARKER, which is a major disaster. It's terrible. Urghh... I hate this. But there's nothing much I can do about this anyway. Sigh. I also (Shawn may not be happy about this) got a haircut. I know, I know. But that's because the ma'ams said that we MUST follow the school rules very strictly because they emphasize a lot on discipline. And the school rules say that our hair must be tied up as soon as it reaches the lower egde of our collar. Our fringe cannot exceed the eyebrow. So at 7p.m. on Sunday, my mother and I went all the way to Jurong West searching for a hairdresser which would be open at that time. We just asked for a trim. The person styled and cut it in such a way that it's very very very very very very very very very very very very very short, but it has that slightly spiky look to it. So at first glance, I look like a tomboy, but then it looks kind of okay. I was surprised that I still looked like a girl after the haircut, but I think it's the earrings that's doing their job. My elder sister suggested putting on a headband, and it did help a lot. So Shawn, I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry I can't keep it long, because it looks funny when I tie it up. But hair grows back, and everything will be happy ever after. I hope. Okay, okay, I can't mention everything that happened today, so a quick summary and I'm off to do my homework. Sigh.
Well, basically, I forgot to put on my RCY enrollment badge today, but luckily we had one week's grace by the ma'ams. Even if we didn't, the ma'ams wouldn't have noticed it because I took extra care not to bump into them. And I was tired and lazy the whole day, so I was very enthusiastically crappy. This is what I call lazy enthusiasm. Just crap about anything that comes to mind. Okay, the end, Ain, because you have homework to do and sleep to catch up on. Yeah, so I guess that's it. Okies, bye, and... yeah, basically, that's it. =D
i'm still here.
9:30 pm
