i survived! ..continued

what i did for four hours of malay-ness.

- listen to my discman
- drawing cartoons on my lecture notes
- actively practising reverse psychology but loudly proclaiming "i want to be here!"
- counting how many ppl had lobed/unlobed earlobes. [funny word. lobes]
- staring at this girl in front of me who had /really/ gorgeous hair. HOW did she get it so glossy?
- falling asleep and ending up with a neck ache.
- doing the one-man Kallang Wave when my teacher when up to make his lecture. [the shortest one at a mere 20 minutes! whoo him!]
- eating tasteless and empty curry puffs.
- suddenly singing lines from Coldplay and Skin.
- randomly underlining and circling words and phrases in my notes in case my mother wants to see them.
- counting how many cute guys there were who i wished weren't Mats.
- counting how many significantly gorgeous girls there were from other schools
- counting the many familiar faces from perhaps, my primary school.
- cheering when the last and most boring lecturer finally finished.

went to kino afterwards to pour over the graphic art books. like, woah. i never get bored there. i would be so happy just to be locked up in there with bags of junk food and my fuzzy green sweater for a couple of days. i'd probably emerge smarter lol. or schizophrenic - mental overload of too much information from too many genres. --heaven--

makes me realize how i haven't been reading much recently. partly because like i mentioned a few posts ago, i have library fines due. also, i've been busy. what a lame excuse but oh so true. i simply don't have the leisure time anymore to randomly browse through the libraries. of the curse of living a life of Purposefullnes.

i also realized [whoa, Epiphany Day lol] that since i've stopped listening to the radio since early last year, my tatse in music has changed drastically. which is another reason why KaZaa rocks. Since i'm no longer immersed in the pop scene of teenybopper music, i've been backtracking and listening to already defunct bands like Skunk Anansie. they deserve so much more credit than they got.
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Burnt Like You

You’ll always be a born
Worn out loser
Still blaming all of us
For your bad choosing

No I can’t watch the same mistake
Waiting for the boys to turn out straight
No I can’t run the same dog race
And get burnt like you

You’re swollen in the gut
From all those last nights
Still swinging vodka punches
That don’t land right

- Skin
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went to the Centerstage thingy at acs yesterday. what a RIOT! so funnay. i still remember a few lines from it.
one of the mc bantering;
"you think you're so great, you think you're so clever. but look at me, i'm so much better. i don't think."

wahaha.

and lip glossed and powdered haz acting SO blonde. *pokepoke*

i feel bad for the 3rd play. they were okaaay but because the one before them were really good, they paled in comparison. oh welly well.

i'm still wondering how they made the fake cigg puff out smoke. i'm pretty sure dry ice in the mouth is out of the question lol.

the Filipina servant guy was really funnay. but it got me thinking how throughout the whole thing, there were really, REALLY alot of racial jokes. not racist because they weren't like negative stuff. it was a continuing thread throughout ALL the plays, lines and puns that highlighted their presence. i'm not sure what to make out of it.

augh, the guest actresses were GORGEOUS. talk about a sudden onset of an inferiority complex. they had such great figures and were so..bollywood. [although co-incidentally, i noticed that one of them was wearing a skirt that was disturbingly similar to one my friend bought at This Fashion. hah! merp, i'm just being catty.]
but honestly, i am SO not gonna send my kid to a girl's school. you'd know what i mean if you were there. the screaming/shrieking. my ears were RINGING. ooh, rhymes.
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since i was at the bloody malay workshop, i obv missed the rmun briefing. AND the pizza hut treat they got from our dahling ms. tay.

damn.

i got haiti.

um. i called my mum to ask her where it was and it turns out hey, it's NOT anywhere near hawaai. which makes sense, because i was thinking hello, hawaai - american state. an island near american coast? so where the HELL is haiti?

turns out, somewhere near the carribean! ooh. from the randomly clicked googled articles i found on the internet bout good ol' haiti, they've got a really tumultous history AND present. not sure what part i have muc to play bout it though since i'm NOT in the social and economic council. can someone please tell me the significance of the General Assembly? cuz from what i remember from last year's SS crash course on the UN is that it's basically the bunch of people who vote to decide motions and stuff?

i feel like, such a ditz.

i still fear humiliating myself by saying something that would expose how much i dont know.
you think i should instead wear a sign proclaiming "don't ask me, i'm dumb and unreliable."? so if i actually say something intelligent, they'd be impressed and if i [most likely] DON'T, it'd be expected since hah, i'd ALREADY warned them!!!

whoo, problem solved.
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eew. the smell of fertilizer is wafting through the house. can't. breathe.
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ok, this is weird and kinda scary. i'm typing and it suddenly really hurts to breathe. and not in the usual lung area where you'd expect it'd to be but at my LOWER BACK area. there's a sudden pain when in inhale properly.

oh geez. shud i tell my Mudder and freak her out?
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