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Monday, July 30, 2007

i wanna take you to the end of the rainbow.

i'm feeling really naughty. 've been skipping lessons and school and i know it's bad but i can't help but to bum around. another vice of mine. i feel mean. mean is my middle name now. i can't help it though.
life's so mundane. boring and it's all 'study study study'. the word 'study' (inclusive of nouns, pronouns, adjectives, verbs, yada-yada-yada) comes up in every single conversation now.
the phone rings.
me: *picks up the phone* hello?
aunt: hello hilda, can i speak to your mother?
me: sorry, mum's showering. need me to tell her anything?
aunt: oh. can you ask your mum to call me back when she's done?
me: sure thing.
aunt: by the way, how's your studies? good i hope? how's your results?
me: oh, the usual. two fails. four passes. no biggie.
aunt: aiyo! fail? make sure you work harder ah.
see. that's a typical conversation with my relatives. "must study harder ah?" yes i know! aren't - wasn't - i doing just that? right before i started going crazy and cutting classes and school?!
anyway. if there's anything that could describe me right now, it's the phrase royal screw up. it suits me perfectly well. i can't believe (and still can't) that i forgot where i saved me EoM file in my computer, and then when i found it around fifteen minutes later, i can't find the hardcopy that i handed up to my teacher that's filled with her blue-ink comments. (many words that i can't understand. but then again. i'm pretty much blind half the time. i might as well go learn braille.)
so right now, i've got to rely on my stupid memory (which fails me half the time) and hope that the EoM would turn out fine, which i highly doubt it would but then again, nothing turns out right or fine for me anyway.
i bet i'm boring all of you by raving and ranting about how sucky my life can get. but it is sucky for those of you who don't know. all i can think about now is playing and skipping school and wasting my life away by eating magnum almond (the chocolate ice-cream that is highly addictive and super fattening).
talking about all that i can think about, i went out last night with my parents, a dreadful mistake on my part, because my parents dragged me out to shop for my aunt's birthday present, and since i was having the honours of giving it to her, i had to choose what to buy too. and we ended up at queensway (OF ALL THE BLOODY PLACES) and i was relatively shopping for MY own stuff. shoes, socks, shirts, bags. oh my god, just thinking about shopping makes me feel empty headed. i need to go on a shopping spree.
shopping sprees and chocolate-binging (and then not exercise at all. think of all the fats. my god!!) these two are my favourite vices. :D

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spinning a tale ; @ 9:53 pm
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