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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.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Ain is back again.
Okay, so. I spent Saturday slacking away. Not really lar. I woke up quite early and got dressed to go to Japanese Class and just sat around doing nothing really. Then I told my mom that I needed more pants in my wardrobe and she suggested that we go IMM and find them since she needs to get a roll of nice ribbon to tie around trophies, anyway. So even though I hadn't started on my Japanese Class project at all (the teacher wanted to see mine yesterday to see my progress, and it's due like this coming Saturday), I went along because I felt like it. So we went out at about 10.15am and we ended up looking at clothes and shoes. They were having this nice sale somewhere which sold clothes and shoes. There was this one particular shoe which caught my attention a lot. It was a high heel wedge kind of thing and it was so Barbie Doll like and nice and all. But obviously I didn't get it for the reasons I liked it for. But anyway, it wasn't that bad because they were selling nice clothes, and mom and I looked through the rack like a lot of times. And whenever we saw something nice, we would take it out of the rack and I would try it. It was so fun trying on so many clothes. Then finally we bought one shirt for me and another for Sara (who wasn't there but we estimated her size). Then since we suddenly remembered that it was pants I needed, not shirts, we went all around IMM trying to find a nice one but we couldn't. So my mom asked me if jeans would do and I said okay and I got another pair of jeams even though I wanted pants actually. And I also got another shirt and Sara got two more shirts. And finally we went around trying to find rolls of ribbon but it was pathetic because anyone would expect a place like IMM to sell ribbons but it didn't. The only place which sold ribbons not by measurement was Daiso and they were selling it very very expensively. I told my mom that she could get it at Dhoby Ghaut but she said she needed it fast and wouldn't have time to go all the way there first. Even Giant didn't sell ribbons. How sad. So she came home empty-handed and empty wallet but I was very happy because I got new clothes. She said she would get it later with dad after going to my cousin's engangement. Yes, my cousin got engaged today, and I didn't attend. How sad. Yeah, then mom and dad sent me to Japanese Class.
After Japanese Class I went to buy a pair of legal earrings and four new clips. When I got home in the evening, I was so tired to do any work at all.
Then today I went religious class in the morning and I was half an hour late as usual. Asyraf and Haffiz were there already. There were no more seats at the girls' section left so the teacher pulled over a seat from the guys' section to the girls' section for me. I ended up sitting somewhere beside Asyraf (with the aisle between us) because Syahidah told me to and because Diyanah always sits in the front row and there was only enough space for a seat to go there and I hate sitting in the front row because I couldn't observe anybody or do anything and I couldn't stone either. Today was actually okay, unlike normal religious classes, because Asyraf and Haffiz kept making jokes so I wasn't as bored as always. I did sleep during break though (after going to check my reflection) because I was too tired and because I didn't want to eat anyway. And I got red stains on my fingers from trying to draw out a nice shirt I saw at Bugis but couldn't get. And trying to construct simple Japanese sentences. The teacher released us about 20 minutes late.
Then I went home and did my hair in the clippy hairstyle Ama likes and ate and scanned some stuff. Then I went to meet Rasyidah at Woodlands MRT Station and we went to her house.
I still think Rasyidah's house is cool. Anyway. We were supposed to think up the tune for the song lyrics Rasyidah wrote for our class skit. And do homework, which we didn't do anyway. We almost died cracking our brains trying to find tunes. And Rasyidah kept sighing when she tried to find the correct beat and note to write down so we won't forget. I wonder how people can survive working as song writers. Finally we crapped out some tune which sounded okay but I'm very proud of it because it took us a lot of time and effort to crap that tune out. Rasyidah and I kept laughing over how the song kept getting higher and higher and how far away the starting note and the end of chorus note was. So we tried very hard to get it back to low but we just ignored that anyway. During a few of our breaks, Rasyidah taught me how to play Right Here Waiting on the piano double-handed. It's so difficult, can! But when I do it right it does sound nice. I wonder how people like Shan Jee can survive the piano. My brain only allows me to think one thing at a time so when I remember the right hand, I forget the left hand, and when I do the left hand, I forget the right hand. I wonder how much more incapable can I get. Then I left at about 6.30pm.
I stopped at Aries as usual but they didn't have any new clip colours other than what I bought the other time. I bet they don't stock up on the clips they sell on those shelves.
Then I went home and did nothing really. My brother gave me and my sisters a Japanese fashion magazine. I liked it because it was like a photo magazine and that is not tiring at all.
I better go do my overdue History FA, Mathematics corrections, Mathematics Assignment, Mathematics Worksheet and Malay Comprehension. I feel quite guilty that mom is suddenlly very generous with buying clothes for me because she doesn't know that I flunked History. So I better pay back with lowering my handphone bills this month and completing my homework.
Did I say? Tomorrow is NAPFA five items and I'm not prepared yet. I haven't trained at all and so I'm going to do very badle like I always do, even in academics.
Once upon a time, there was a useless piece of garbage. She wasn't even good enough to be called garbage. Her name is Ain. The End.
i'm still here.
9:22 pm
