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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.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Hey Ain is back again.
I realise I'm overly-self-obsessed. Like, if you realise, all my posts are like, I, I, I. It's so tiring to read I over and over again but apparently my vocabulary or socialing skills, either one must suck so bad that even when I try to change it, I still go I. I think it's just plain self-obsession. Which sucks, really.
Aahh, how I like my precautionary measures. (: My weight might have gotten up back above 40kg due to snacking at night, trying to keep awake. But my 2 very reliable precautionary measures are helping me. Soon, I'll have three. You can never suspect when Cheryl, Gladys, Bearkie, Anthea they all will drag you down for recess. (:
You know what? I think eating is a waste of time. Like, really. By not eating an entire day, you can save about 2 hours per day. Simply by not eating recess, you save half an hour. There's so many things to do, like homework, sleeping, revision, filing, whatever. Eating gains you nothing except weight and more fats. I don't see why eating has to take up so much time. I need the time.
I feel very sleepy already. Maybe I should leave all my homework to tomorrow. That's bad but then again, I haven't been sleeping for the past week other than yesterday night, which was due to headache. So I think I will do one Physics journal entry and leave the other one for tomorrow. Then maybe I can crap out all the other homework during recess.
Today there was NDP full-dress rehearsal. I shall keep my comments to myself. So anyway, on the bus I overslept my stop, so I decided to go get some stuff. So I got that something and went for a 20-minute shopping to try to find something to wear to school this NDP. Like, I totally don't know what to wear this year. Unfortunately, 20-minute shoppings are too short to find a nice outfit, so I didn't get my outfit. Sigh. I can see the outfit being a huge problem already.
I can't go shopping tomorrow because there's something on after school and I'd probably stink, so not tomorrow. Saturday, maybe, if my brother decides to go downtown again after class. Oh no, I forgot. I can't go for Jap class this Saturday. ): There's that compulsary Bahas thingy to support and something special. Sigh. Okay, maybe I can go shopping before the Bahas thingy. Haha, yay, problem solved. If I still can't find an NDP outfit, then there's Sunday after religious class.
There's another problem. I haven't studied for Geography SA at all. And it's like, this coming Monday. Like, my attention span in class is super short. Argh. Dangit. I can't possibly screw Geography up again. ): Not like last time. No, never like the mid-terms again.
A letter came in for me yesterday telling me to go check my eyesight with an optometrist. Like, then I forgot how much I wanted new specs, and said some stuff that totally blew my chances of getting new ones any time soon. Sheesh.
I need a new nail buffer. I broke one of mine. Oh yeah, wait. I have loads more at home. But still, a new one would be the best.
Today I did my Lit thingy. Like, I still remember how much my heart went like thumpthump-thumpthump-thumpthump-thumpthump. Like, so fast. I was standing in front of the class hearing my heartbeat and wondering whether they could hear how fast it was going, and whether the fear and embarassment showed on my face.
The Merchant of Venice, Act One Scene 2, Pages 45-47, Lines 81-88
Nerissa: How like you the young German, the Duke of Saxony's nephew?
Portia: Very vilely in the morning, when he is sober -- and most vilely in the afternoon, when he is drunk. When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast. And the worst fall that ever fell, I hope I shall make shift to go without him.
At least that was what I remember it to be. When I said my lines, the only thing I could hear was my own heartbeat. I couldn't even calm down enough to see who was actually watching. But the surprising part was when I finished my lines, and then the class applauded. Like, I wonder why they applauded when I was freaking out so much.
I think I'll just go to sleep. My eyelids feel heavy.
Oh, when I came home today at 8pm, my cousins from Canada were visiting us. The last time I remember seeing them was like, when I was still in Primary 2. I'm quite certain because I remember me and Sara still wearing Yuqun pinafores instead of the Yuhua bright red uniform. Haha. Anyway. When I came in, I was like, "Hi!" and just smiled a lot. Imagine. I just spoke one line to my cousins when they came to visit. Sigh. It's not like they visit every day or something. My dad asked Vincent whether he still remembers me, and he went like, "Nou." Take note that I'm writing all their accent stuff down into the spelling too.
Haha. I still remember, even if he doesn't. He used to go chasing us all around the house, saying, "I wanna hug, I wanna hug!" Sara and I would run away from him and he'd chase us, and at some point of time when he gave up, he would say, "NOUBODY LOVES ME!" And start getting all upset, duh.
And I still remember how when he got frustrated at us for not letting him hug us, he and his younger brother Jason jumped on some papers of ours filed in a Princess Elizabeth Primary School green hard-cover file, at the same time going, "Stinky feit, stinky feit!" (Stinky feit = stinky feet + accent)
And of course, "I'm FAT! *cries*" when he couldn't circle his fingers around his wrist, the way my dad taught us to measure how fat we are last time.
And this:
Vincent: *looking at my dad* Are you my uncle?
Dad: Yes I am. (In a total Singaporean accent)
Vincent: Aww, I love you, uncle. *hugs my dad, who hugs him back*
And this:
Vincent: *looking at my elder brother, seriously* He's a grown-up.
And today, when he saw my brother come home from NS, it was this:
Brother comes into the house in uniform.
A few minutes later.
Vincent: Where's the military guy?
And of course I remember this:
Vincent: *calling Sara* Samantha, Samantha!
Sara: *looks around, realises it's her* No, my name is Sara.
Vincent: Nou, your name is Samantha!
Sara: No, my name is Sara. S-A-R-A.
My aunt: *laughs* It's his friend he met on the plane. *turning to Vincent* Her name is Sara... Sara.
Vincent: Okay. Sarah!
Sara: Yeah?
...
A few minutes later.
Vincent: Samantha, Samantha!
Sara: Nooo, my name is Sara!
Haha. Memories. (: And today when I just stood there smiling with those bags loading me down, not knowing what to say after saying, "Hi," and dying to go into the bedroom and put down my bag, he was like, "*turns to my aunt* Cyan she speak Einglaish?" (= Can she speak English + accent) Like, wth!
A lot of other things happened too but I'm too tired to type now so I shall just go to sleep.
Oh, wait. I must post Monday's Computer Studies cam-whoring pictures. Okay, nvm, it can wait.
Good night, world. (:
i'm still here.
11:59 am
