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Saturday, 07 November 2009
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Shingz & Boomz
I picture yellow and red and bright pink balloons with giganticnormous smiley faces flashing across them floating towards the bright cloudless sky. And suddenly, I have an urge to laugh, smile.
Chinese A's are over and liberation begins, officially on the noon of 12th November. I am excited. Meanwhile, this week's been pretty eventful given the fact that I've been repelled from home everyday and didn't find myself cooped up perspiring beneath my blanket unlike the past 2 weeks which are easily awarded the 2 most horrific weeks of the year.
Instead I find myself in Starbucks now chilling, doing nothing except watch my boyfriend tackle the sturdy and hideous topics of mathematics unyielding to all its challenges thrown at him. Sometimes I feel so helpless, being unable to be of use because I'm after all a year behind you. So I hope my company here would make you feel a tiny bit enlightened. You better not think of giving up, not even 1%
In a blink of an eye, I'll be in the exact same state next year, except maybe no one will sit in front of me and stone and use the laptop doing senseless things online. But everything just happens so quick it's so hard to keep up. I still clearly remember being in p5 and my math teacher told us "next year at this time, you'll be taking your PSLE just like the p6s now." I remember getting my PSLE Cert and crying for joy because I got a C for Chinese and could make it to Express stream. I remember going to school in sec1, watching everybody around me change and unknowingly, grown different as well. I remember asking Mr. Go for help to choose between going to Double Physics Chem or Double Bio Chem and I ended up in 4A2. I remember going to school for extra lessons and peeking at the sec4s taking their O levels, telling myself "hey I'm gonna be just like them next year." I remember staying up in the hall during breaks mugging for O levels with Alyn and the rest, heading home and cooping myself in the room studying, and wondered "if I make it to JC I'll be taking my promos next year at this time too omg." I remember getting my O's results, crying because I was so disappointed in myself but relieved I could make it to a decent JC. I remember receiving that dreaded sms where all hopes to go to my "dream school" came crashing and I ended up in CJ. Soon I dreaded Chinese Oral, promos, and Chinese A's. But all those are over. And I'm here right now thinking about A levels. Seriously, tell me how quick-pacing life is nowadays. Maybe in the midst of intense mugging next year I'll reflect on this post and think to myself, wtf am I trying to say. But hey guys, 2 more months to the end of the year! And I see disgusting Christmas decorations outside Tanglin Mall already.
Hahahahahahaaa so cute when you smile
Ily (:
So I was reading 8 Days a few days ago on my way to Amanda's which Jiajian claimed is for Aunties but I really doubt despite the overwhelming content on local celebs and they interviewed Ris Low's family which gave me the idea that her parents are kind of weird too. Just like her. But I think Ris Low is so adorable being the way she is. The way she conducts herself as though it doesn't matter what the world says as long as she's happy, and the confidence she carries despite her failed English are actually attributes worth adopting. I'm more of envious of her than feel she ought to be laughed at for getting herself into such bullshit. No, seriously.
By the way, I just happened to be tagged in the worst photo album of the entire year because everyone inside looks so horrendous I swear I couldn't control my laughter the moment I saw the pictures last night. It was down right hilarious. And I came across my worst unglamorous monstrous picture ever that got me laughing till I almost teared. That aside, I have been publicly scrutinized by those whom I call friends. And I'll be off soon to meet them. Dinner and Paranormal Activity tonight.
brandan says (11:44 PM):
*HAHAHAHHA IM TELLING EVERYBODY HAHAHAHA
*i fucking laughing to my screeen
*shit
brian (: wong says (11:48 PM):
*HAHAH
*well then fuck you alien in blue
Sunday, 01 November 2009
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The Only Exception
edit/.I will not regret. I guess my only regret was falling sick, and it felt like my world crashed. Chinese A's tomorrow and as much as I'm trying to be optimistic, I'm down right fucked. But it doesn't matter to anyone else but me, really. I wonder why it's so hard for me to understand chinese. To misunderstand the simplest meaning and get mocked at by everyone. Sometimes it seems so hilarious or amusing at how I don't know the words but honestly, I just feel stupid. I wish I could speak and understand the way others can and the inability to do so has been a burden for years now. Sometimes to be happier and less pessimistic is to not care. So anyway, I'm on the point of giving up. Fuck Chinese A's and cheers.
K. Loy (:
I'm flabbergasted. Where are we going?
Friday, 23 October 2009
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lolli please
Hello world, I'm back to blogging after a few days of absence.
Getting really ill hasn't got me in the mood to do anything, AT ALL. I mean, I can't even stand properly and I don't feel like watching the teevee or going online. I'm even sick of using my phone and really dreaded checking my new messages. And yet I lie on bed pissed over at how bored I am. So now I've forced myself to go online and figured blogging would help take some time off my boredom, since my fever's down (for the moment). My throats hurts like hell too and my neck and eye are still somewhat swelling. I think I could die. I lost my appetite too and my head feels heavy most of the time, my stomach constantly feels bloated with water. Life sucks for now.
Jek Suan called me just now and told me to report for Chinese Mock tomorrow, should I? Not forgetting that I have to forgoe Human race tomorrow morning I swear I could cry. Maybe I already did, given that I had all the time in the world this past week. I need to talk to someone now I really do.
Anyway thank god for Norman who gave me a sunflower and a giant can of hellopanda and Teresa despite living so damn far, for coming down this afternoon and as ya'll said, hiked from kovan under the disgusting hot sun. And thanks to my friends who are gathering at Brandan's place without me now thanks a lot.
I think I'm about to burn up again.
Sunday, 18 October 2009
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Killed myself
Mymutherfuckfluctuatingfever is freaking killing me. I feel so dehydrated all the time despite drinking so damn much water and have to constantly go to the bathroom this gets so annoying. I really wonder if this is how those down with a fever feel too cause I haven't had one in like a gazillion years, swear. Really, you should not mind my cranky ranting or if you do please just get lost.
You know, if I were to be a doctor when I grow up (which I won't), I would freaking open my damn clinic on Sundays because if there's any chance in the world of me becoming one I would totally care for my patients' well-being and not take the day off when almost all the other private clinics in the entire country are closed. How about closing on one of the weekdays since so many other clinics will be opened instead. Isn't this more profitable on the other hand. Fucking stupid doctors. And I will not, never ever be a doctor like the one I visited this morning. First off, I would totally change my name if I am called Dr Lim Choe Lan (!) Judge for yourself. My act sneaky mum's trying to peep at the screen, irritating. So anyway I got so agitated this morning because I swear -- Okay you know what I won't go on ranting because there're just so much to say I am like speechless. Like how I could not bring myself to say anything when I consulted her this morning. But I will never in my entire life want to see her again. By the way, I got double pissed because she refused to give me a day off on Tuesday as she claimed that her medications will be so damn effective I'll be 100% fine by Tuesday. By which I pray will come true because I've already been enduring fat puffy eyes for the past 4 days, a fever for 3 plus a flu for the entire week. But still, an MC would compensate for her being the most luo shuo doctor I've ever met. Really, I think I've just developed a new phobia of consulting lady doctors the age of 60 and above. What the hell my mum just compared my eyes to an effing stuff toy I removed from bed and she thinks it's damn hilarious. Omg totally adding to my fuel now.
I think I just typed a whole chunk of shit I really can't be bothered refering back anymore. On the better side, these past couple of days made me realise/ redefine the meaning of love and care. It's either my deprivation or obliviousness in the past ( I go for deprivation) but either way I'm actually more than happy.
Now I will make Abby come down to visit a sick sarah to save herself from being a lazy shit ass (I will not call you a bitch) and talk because I've been socially isolated for 2 days. I'm so sick of blogging because I haven't used xanga so much this month compared to the rest. But what can you do when promos have ended and you're sick, no, seriously. So I'm feeling 38.2, down by a degree from yesterday. I will paramore my mind away now.
Saturday, 17 October 2009
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There's a lack of colour
Ever since the promotionals have ceased and no longer exist I've been having weird poofy eyes after I wake up from a sleep every single time. I swear I look MORBID. I have been looking back at past pictures and comparing them to the ones I've taken this year (which aren't many), and I swear I look so tired most of the time (AND I HAVE EVIDENTLY GREW FATTER WTF). So yes, I must admit I get disgusted with the way I look sometimes. I guess JC life has totally altered the way I look and behave. This is my calamity. I have unfortunately... Okay actually I have been very childish in the past and I guess I still am (less discreetly). Sometimes I think I need to grow up, no seriously. But other times, being crazy is the only course of action to relief the heavy load weighed on me. I need to laugh, and trust me I've laughed so much more this year than in the past 4 years of my life in secondary school. Everything just weighs out in the end.
Am I contradicting myself?
So the past couple of days have been pretty alright despite the fact that I was sick and down with a fever yester-morning, but I'm good. I stepped out my door with puffed up eyes and totally looked like I cried the night before. Went cycling with the classmates on thursday and had the worst pasta ever tasted from pasta mania. I think I'm about to lose all appetite for parmesan cheese. Not forgetting how I'd vomitted twice consuming cheese and alcohol altogether. Sickening. I really have no clue why I still love cheese though. Went for a short run in school at 7am yesterday and swam at Caroline's with Jane afterwards. Played a few games of majong headed for bbq stayed out late and died the night. So given the poofy eyes again, maybe?
I swear you guys can be funny ass weird sometimes (:
Anyway the bag I ordered like almost a month ago is apparently out of stock! OUTTTT OF STOCKKKKKK. So instead of some green woolly bag I'm sticking to the one I initially wanted which is just a plain dark blue backpack. I'm so ticked off. But at least I'm gonna get a new bag soon, I hope. Speaking of online shopping, I miss Serphina ):
Ps: Got paramore's whole new album. I love Jiajian
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- Name: Sarah
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- Member Since: 6/24/2008
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