march twenty-sixth
right. the month is ending soon, and I haven't been giving tora much love. which is quite sad, considering I put a lot of effort into this particular layout and now I have to bid it hasta la vista. and while bidding it goodbye I listen to dramatic music. yeah I just re-downloaded the full phantom of the opera soundtrack. and this time I'm pretty sure it works. AHHH I just love this musical. my all time favourite. although it's only 192kbps. my LOTR is in 320. heh. oh gosh just got shocked by carlotta's sudden entry. goodness. but that woman is good. and I think the best actor in the movie was minnie driver as carlotta. seriously.
okay enough about the musical.
it's been two months plus into my working at buona vista and somehow I think my life is beginning to revolve around the freaking building. specifically, the 6th floor. and after my long letter to marilyn (yes I've finally replied her email from oh so long ago), I'm pretty convinced I'm a professional stalker. AHAHA. seriously. I suddenly realised that it really hasn't been very long since I've talked to that birdpark and I am beginning to be able to churn out a brand new cv out of him. I'm sorry to poor maril. seems like my timeline has a few errors. career fair was on the 5th, he made news in RU on the 10th, I messaged him on the 20th, and tuned in to the radio on the moon on the 21st and the 24th. it's been nearly a month. but guess what. it's not a month yet. and I can tell you so much. the things I do. well because he's got nothing to do with my feelings, and I'm hired by vicks to do this, and she's treating me!! yay! AHAHA. great form of payment. I'm paid in kind, actually. not so much cash. *damn*
I don't really have much else to write about, because my life isn't very interesting beyond office. and anyway I intend to try to do up my miyavi layout while I still have some time and inspiration. I took a 3.5 hour nap this afternoon but still a little sleepy...and I'd better sleep early otherwise I'll oversleep tomorrow or something and start rushing to office again. somehow there's something in me that wants to try getting to office by 820am but there is absolutely no reason to, and it defies my own logic of sleeping in as much as possible. although I ought to get to office earlier, since lily insists on the danger of the spy for mag, but...wail. not that I get into office like super late anyway. yeah I'm like 15 minutes late, and sometimes even later, but hurrmph. should try an 820 stunt some day. shock the world. bad stunt. AHAHA.
I shall continue enjoying my phantom music and do up the layout. oooh it's prima donna now!
farewell my dearest one @ 2212
march twenty-third
I must write today. not just because I haven't typed for days, but also some major things have happened. I'm just great at reporting, no? but I realised that I'm getting more and more reporting. and my english is deproving. absolutely. I can sense it. especially because I force myself to speak in as purely english as possible to joshua thanks to the fact that he can barely understand chinese. but hey if vicks can make it, I don't know what the heck happened to him. but never mind.
I don't know if I should write in chronological order. I guess not.
first thing that happened was that this morning, I snuck into office at nearly 9 (I don't know why I was so late, because I took the same train as I usually do....) and quickly took my seat at hazel's place. then lily greeted me softly, as she always does because she knows I'm not supposed to be in so late. just 5 more minutes in and I'd run into yook meng at the door. heh. then she turned to me and said
(in chinese) hey our little boss is taking us out to lunch, so no lunch with victoria today, okay?
I just stared at her. yook meng, taking us out to lunch? it was practically hilarious. I was like huh he was trying to make up for the tsunami he was wreaking yesterday ah? well yesterday he blew his top early in the morning at poor winnie, and then after that he calmed down a little, but the dark clouds were gathering again towards evening time, and lily grabbed the first chance she could to get out of the office.
but today he said he was taking us out. yay. and 'us' was the three sisters, plus wendy and I. and at lunch time wendy and I were laughing our heads off because I think ym was beginning to wonder if he did the right thing. it just looked weird that this big guy, standing at nearly 1.8m tall, was taking 5 ladies to lunch. when he usually goes out with 2 buddies who are around his age. it was simply hilarious.
then hazel commented, "hey isn't there supposed to be one more guy?"
apparently ym asked raymond along, but raymond said he wasn't free. hazel just burst out laughing, and said: he SCARED of you is it?!! all of us just cracked up. then lily added on,
"no lah, he wants ONE TO ONE lunch!!"
goodness. but seriously raymond is scared of ym. although I still wonder what's there to be scared about. well it's true that it's different from my point of view, because ym will never scold me thanks to the fact that I'm just a temp staff and he doesn't know exactly how much I know, and he knows that some of the stuff I'm doing isn't actually part of my job scope. so he has to suppress some anger when it comes to me. but lily is really right in saying that he's just a naughty little boy. he's just terrible. his poor mother.
but lunch was fun. 7 people, because kian boon joined us. ym just jumped at the sight of him and called him along immediately. I guess it's just too much for ym to take 5 women out by himself. AHAHA. and the place serves pretty nice food. mid range prices, nice food, power aircon and the funniest people on earth. perfect man. and guess what? he wasn't just taking us out to lunch, he was TREATING us to lunch.
YAY! so he paid. heh. he told us the bill came up to 110 bucks, but when vicks and I calculated, it turns out to be at least 150 bucks or even more, because the extra 16% is very powerful. but ah well. not that he didn't expect it. 7 people who don't eat very little would cost. heh.
and then we fast forward. vicks finished early (because some candidates didn't turn up in the end), wendy was beginning to rot at her area, and so long as the 2 submissions refuse to come down, I haven't much to do either. so we decided to all leave at around 6pm, which is freaking early, since we usually leave at 7 or even slightly past 7. we walked out fast, vicks anxious to get to the toilet, I was nearly out of the door when I thought I heard my name. wendy had walked out already, but I heard my name and stopped. then I thought I was hearing things, so I started for the door again, then I heard my name once more. I turned around but couldn't find the source. then I heard a familiar 'hey over here. just here' and I realised josh was there at irene's desk for his therapy. he's always talking to her. especially after lunch.
yeah so basically he entertained us for a while outside at the lobby. then vicky's favourite fashion icon came walking out. well esther dresses well, so vicks is always dying to ask where she buys all her clothes from. esther went into the toilet and vicks and I started talking about the clothes she wore over the past few days, and we were joking, saying that vicks should have a list of her clothes, or better still, go to her house and check out the real 'catalogue'. josh was laughing and laughing, and he asked vicks if she wanted him to ask esther for her. vicks said he was crazy. then esther came out and was about to go in when josh suddenly called out to her. but it was just an 'esth---'
because the next thing we heard was a WHACK!
vicks whacked him so HARD!! and because we were standing at the lobby, it apparently echoed so loudly that cynthia could hear it from the toilet. but the sound was just loud, because knowing vicks, it couldn't have been super uber hard. me, maybe. she, not so. but that was reflexes for ya. poor thing. his face was just priceless. priceless.
and since we're at him, we'll talk about him.
since I'd helped vicks check out josh's handphone number, I decided to try the freaking number the other day. no point leaving it there and not knowing if it works, right? and anyway I was so freaking bored. and in the end he answered my smses, but throughout the entire thing, he didn't ask me who I was (I told him instead) and he has not asked, till today, how on earth I obtained his number. vicks and I were thinking MAN the guy is odd. these are like basic questions you ask. you don't even have to learn these questions. they come out naturally. but then again, vicks and I have concluded that he had a traumatic teenagehood and I think we can confirm that, because I think anybody who can spend the whole day in office doing boring things, and still find something in himself to spend time with friends till 2am just reminescing about his poly life, and enjoy telling me that certain things are just part of life and that life's like that, and that there are many ways of looking at many things must be somebody who thinks a lot a lot a lot and been through some depressing/traumatic/some bad patch in that point in his life.
because I'm like that too. cool huh.
but he's not very open. but...whatever.
and it's time to sleep.
farewell my dearest one @ 2355
march eighteenth
first things first. happy birthday to carissa!! woot! yeah the oldest amongst us. soon it'll be vick's turn and then it'll be my turn. and vicks has the same birthday as leng hui! even though she'd rather have the same birthday as somebody else...ahaha
going for dinner with buddy later, so can't talk too much. not that anything really major happened. just that I think I need to write a reply to maril real soon, due to the fact that I haven't replied for a really really really long time and drat that girl is going to relief teach in mjc. which means she'll see vio. drat. but anyway vio is slowly passing out, going away...I think. ah I'll tell you everything that's happened in my mail. poor maril. she always awaits my mail which rarely comes. and I keep telling her that one is coming, coming coming...
just filled out my uni application form. finally done. so now I don't have to worry about it anymore and daddy doesn't have to hound me about it and my daddy can tell his dad what on earth I chose, because oddly enough my grandpa doesn't know how to call my house and ask me himself. he called about my grades, I don't know why he doesn't ask about the course. whatever.
oh crap I don't have very much time left. I'm trying very hard not to be late today. or at least I think I'm going to try very hard. I don't really know what to blog anymore, just that I ought to blog because otherwise dearest tora is going to waste, and then all the people who read this place will just give up and never read again. but then again, why the heck do I care for people who read this shit. or maybe I do. oh no I'm not going to start this argument all over again.
alrighty it's time to go. I think I might continue this later at night. I think. because it's way too short and there are some things I need to let out. it's going to sound deluded but I assure you I'm fine.
heh.
farewell my dearest one @ 1624
continued. my blog lives. ahaha.
came back from my little rendezvous with my buddy. the word seems to be spelt a little wrong. oh wth. I'm so sleepy and all but my sis had some big business to do so I'm stuck here for the moment. and it's freaking late and I've to be in church by 815 in the morning tomorrow. oh well. I'm still sleepy.
and I said I had things to let out? I think I let some out just now already. and I don't really know how to put down everything anyway. or rather, I don't intend to put down everything. but if I don't, then it's so hard to explain how I feel and why I feel this way and then...I don't know. sometimes I feel that although my blog is for me to blab whatever I want, I think there are some things that should be left private. but some things must be let out, but I must find another medium. wail.
and I've eaten too much. feeling really bloated now. but I think the ice cream makes my throat a little itchy. must drink water. but too full to do so now. wail. I think I'll either have a tummy ache tomorrow or a sore throat. and I don't really know which is better because actually I'm going out tomorrow and I don't intend to feel sick at all. because tomorrow I'm shopping with vicks and this time I intend to buy something out of it, because while vicks wants clothes, I need them. I think my perm staff (and myself included) are all sick and tired of my wardrobe, and can probably name the entire wardrobe already, except for some t-shirts which I think are seriously inappropriate for work. but then again, I've worn a couple of them already. like my camp orion shirt. heh. but that's really comfortable. I think if all fails I'll go drop by hang ten and get some more of those lousy looking polo tees that gladys has as well. AHAHA.
oh what ever. supposed to buy clothes tomorrow, decide on whether to get wireless (although seriously, don't ask me because I still don't quite get the entire concept straight), and mummy needs a new phone. yeah from want a new phone it has become need a new phone. not bad, huh. and then it's monday again and it's time to do a lot of work. and yook meng has made my submission increase from 4 little candidates (actually it started with 3) to 6 candidates. and a couple of them are pretty tricky. and I don't know whether I wish for the submission to come tumbling down or not. oh well. sometimes I wish it would, then I'll get them over and done with faster. but somehow it seems like I have time, then suddenly everything comes in and then I get oh so frantic and then everything screws. ah crap.
okay I realised that I've typed two pretty large paragraphs. yeah I know that my entries seem shorter these days but actually the width of the typing space has increased, so I guess it makes a little difference. I remember there was once the typing space was so freaking small, because I had gackt point a gun at himself (it's the picture where he's holding a pistol out, and I made a reflection of that), and I decided to type right in the middle of it. and there was barely any space.
and I hear my sister come out of the bathroom. YAY! bathing time! then it's SLEEP TIME!!!!! YAYYYYY!!!
farewell my dearest one @ 0023
march fourteenth
it's been 1.5 weeks. and how do I know? because the last time I wrote, goldfish man was just leaving to get married. and TODAY he's back in singapore, and reporting for work tomorrow morning.
man.
but anyway I'm trying to give my blog here a lot of love that it's missed over these 1.5 weeks. but honestly there's nothing really wonderful to say. okay let's run through a few 'major' events.
met up with maril after so long to cut our hair on wednesday. lovely hair cut and wash. yeah it's that guy who shredded my hair who cut my hair again. and he has absolutely weird ways of cutting hair. I've never seen anybody cut hair like him before. and they're moving out of far east. no idea why, but doesn't matter. as long as they're not closing. and they're not raising their price. heh. not that I cut my hair real often anyway. haha.
and actually I was thinking, if I'm seriously going to cut my hair every 4-6 months, it'll never grow out long and I'll never change my hair style again because at present moment, it's terribly layered and stuck like that for the next 6 months at least. so....but if I leave it alone it's going to get messy and crazy and wavy and I don't fancy it either. wail.
I think the next major thing that happened was on friday evening. basically I was waiting for vicks to finish, as usual, and trying to keep myself busy and all. at 6 plus I had an urge to visit the toilet, but was unwilling to because I thought that it'll be a terrible hassle trying to get somebody to open the door for me. but by 645 or so I couldn't take it any longer, so I went out of the office. after I was done I rang for vicks to open the freaking office door (thanks to their idiot security measures) and when she finally opened, she said:
birdpark is here.
I didn't get what she meant, until I walked over myself. yeah josh was sitting there pretty happily, on the other side of vicks' cubicle. AHAHA. and then well we all talked a lot of crap, and he was actually there to take a break and get some entertainment while at it, so he came over to visit us. great, right? we've become free entertainment suddenly. and then I don't really remember (or rather, I have zero recollection) what the heck we talked about, but the topic began to get more and more serious and began to resemble gp class.
vicks was pretty perturbed, but I didn't think much of it. until I hit the pavement on the road home, and I realised what it was about josh that made me think. he reminded me of clarence yeo. so much. yeah the cynic in clarence. so evident. you know, the way clarence comes into class, talks all the shit and nonsense and stupid jokes, but then sometimes he'll touch on the bad facts of life, living with it, his kinda skewed and warped but mature views on certain things which upset our appetites before recess, etc. you see where this is going. yeah josh reminded me so much of that. poor vicks. she didn't expect him to be a cynic. but he's well mannered all the same. come on vicks, getting together with a cynic is better that being a scholar's mistress, okay?! AHAHA bad joke.
and of course, the next major event is....SF BBQ!!! WOOT! yeah what we've been publicising so much about these couple of weeks. I ended up being the leader of jon's immense number of friends. or rather, jon and norman's incredible number of friends. the entire big group was split into two, so I took half of them. and we won! yay! but it was such a mess. it turns out that the group is mainly made up of COUNCILORS and thus the amazing food race was practically like orientation ALL OVER AGAIN. oh my goodness. I almost died from all the running. sheesh. me, running? stupid vicks told hazel that she walks faster than I run!!!!! ARGH. not that it's absolutely false, just that she didn't have to point it out so clearly to hazel. wail.
but then again, because they were so amazingly full of energy and refused to sit still, we didn't get to share the gospel with them. haiz. but we're all new friends anyway, and we'll see what God does with them. but seriously, this is the first time in all my years in sf that so many people actually turned up. so now the next problem is....the budget. heh. poor sister. hope she's sorted that out already.
next thing. went for ntu open house on saturday morning with vicks and dibz. heh. haven't seen that little girl for so long. but boon lay island is amazing far. it's further than I thought. which is bad. very bad. and because I was miraculously the FIRST to arrive (yeah I was late but guess what? they were later!!!), I gave a call to vicks to see if she was anywhere near boon lay. and guess which station she was at.
buona vista.
AHAHAHAHAHA I simply cracked up. absolutely just too funny. too funny to resist. and she was wailing about birdpark again. first she said she wanted to see him so much. next she got frightened by the cynic in him and was bent on avoiding him. then TODAY she did something stupid because she wanted to see him. I told her yesterday:
不要又爱又恨， 这样做人很辛苦的
and we just burst out laughing anyway. and then we went for nus open house on sunday, and I ran into those nyjc councilors again. okay I didn't exactly run into them, because actually I was supposed to pass my court shoes to alyssa. so we sort of arranged to meet. and then I ran into...joyce chee! AHAHA. what a long time it's been. she's sort of the same, her voice has actually gone up a couple of notches (yeah even though it was terribly high to begin with), but just as ditzy. that girl is like a genius in bimbo clothing. honest. and then ran into marli and fiona (of all the people) and then....then...we adjourned to city hall.
and got stuck in the powerful jam of people at the IT fair.
apparently lily was there too! and the taxi queue and everywhere was SO crowded she actually walked home. well not that she lives amazingly faraway, but GOODNESS to walk home that night must have been real crazy. but she's still alive, still very healthy. woot. and in the end the top that vicks and I saw wasn't that nice after all. and wendy AND hazel wore the purple version today! I have a feeling that wendy has the blue version also. hiak.
oh and I got bitten by some idiot insect on saturday night at the bbq, and then it began to swell and SWELL and swell and I almost died walking to the mrt station on monday. I must have looked real bad to lily on monday morning when I came into office (freaking late due to slow movement) because instead of her usual morning greeting, she looked at me and asked if I were alright. when she saw my foot she nearly exclaimed. so she sent me off to the doctor's at nearly noontime. well apparently it isn't serious, and luckily no infection, and thus I just have to eat some medicine which causes drowsiness (sheesh) and apply a bit of cream. oh well at least it's gone down considerably. the problem? the bite is on my right foot, but the thing is, I fell on sunday and hurt my left foot. gah basically I missed the last step down and landed on the floor. and my left foot gave way again. as usual. it's better now too, but I'm still semi-crippled. still limping a little, but much much less already.
and the medicine is taking control. time to sleep, time to sleep. YAWN. time to face goldfish man again...time to sleep, time to sleep....
farewell my dearest one @ 2350
march fifth
okay. meant to start blogging much earlier, so that I can start rambling about all the things that happened today. but unfortunately it's getting real late and I still have work tomorrow. but I'm still going to ramble. just ramble faster. haha.
we received the biggest news (and joke) of the year the other day. lily told me why goldfish man was going on a strange 1.5 weeks leave. 1.5 weeks of leave isn't enough for reservice (and anyway his is cancelled) and because he hasn't any children, I don't know why the march holidays is any good news to him. so now we know.
goldfish man is getting married. AHAHAHAHAHA. and wendy and I were still laughing. a week ago, the perm staff were talking about ROM or something like that, but wendy and I didn't catch who on earth was getting married, or was it just one of their lame jokes in the first place. so wendy started laughing and said
ROM?! who?? yook meng ah?
and we just couldn't stop laughing. and guess what? now it's true. OH DEAR. and it seems that lily doesn't really look optimistic about this impending marriage. and we found out also that it's making kian boon a wee bit too upset. so sad, right? but details aside. I'm supposed to ramble fast, remember? and so goldfish man is going to be away for a little while, and that is sort of good. I think. well I guess it's bad in a sense because we can't simply dump all the weird and difficult cases on him, but at least he isn't there to scream and to pick at every single thing we type. argh. I hate his editing. it's just disgusting. some day I shall bring back one of the edited letters and take photos and upload them here. then you'll understand what's perfectionist, and what's picky. argh. that's why I hate bringing documents to goldfish man. they'll come back absolutely vandalised.
and the other day, the printer decided not to cooperate with me. so as a result, cynthia was running around trying to make the printer work. the dumb thing? she doesn't really know how to use a computer properly, and she's not really a printer expert either. she's just trying to make herself look busy. sheesh. I didn't even ask her for help. and not that she was much help either. she didn't even understand my problem. basically my problem was that the document couldn't print selected pages, but if you chose to print the entire document, it would print.
but why would I want to print the entire document of 24 freaking pages when all I want is 6 out of those 24 pages?! but oh no cynthia cannot understand that part. to her, so long as the freaking machine spits paper with the right ink on it, it's working perfectly fine. argh. but since I didn't have a choice since the printer refused to cooperate with me, I just printed every single damn page. and the funniest part was that wendy chua had a problem with the printer too. she sent 69 pages to printer 175, but 175 didn't react. so she thought it wasn't working. thus she sent the document to 123. and the moment 123 began to print, guess what? 175 began printing too! AHAHA. so she had two sets in the end. so we have extra 69 pieces of rough paper. yay.
and what I can't stand most about cynthia? she always tells me off about wasting paper. and there I was trying to freaking save paper, and she printed the entire document. gosh. and I think I talked loud enough for the entire office to understand what my problem was. and nobody bothered trying to explain to her anyway. I guess they're all used to it. sigh.
and anyway we had one mad meeting yesterday. the sf bbq committee met up to run through the programme for saturday, thus making us run around parkway area. and the pit 4 is so freaking far. because the underpass we're supposed to take allows us to arrive at pit.........17. which is rather sucky to a certain extent. but once you get to the right underpass, there's no mistake. at least you wouldn't get lost just walking down a straight road, right?
and career fair....well it didn't rock really, and anyway it's not my first time, but today wasn't too bad. ran into linda, whom I haven't met for goodness knows how long, because she went away to tp and seldom came back to yfc stuff. she's blended in there though, she stank of make up. ugh. but she's still the cute and funny little girl, who has unfortunately, because she's blur too, forgotten my name. ahaha. but it doesn't matter. and then vicks and I went about the usual universities, and finally we couldn't stand it and decided to head for moe's booth. we were partly there to disturb people anyway. oh and vicks said that goldfish man was supposed to be on duty, and we knew kian boon was supposed to be there. but we were afraid that kian boon would have left by the time we decided to stroll over.
so we got there and we smiled at leng hui first. she looked at us, offered us a paper bag each, and then she realised who we were. and she was like oh, hi! she is damn cute. but anyway. then I spotted a sixth floor lady who always gets into the lift with me, and I spotted this guy from spu. he's the one who usually sticks around gladys because she's always screaming for help. and then we got stuck at the counter a while, looking around for kian boon, but he was nowhere to be found. and then we began lamenting that there wasn't anybody to poke fun at/entertain us after all, and then...
joshua appeared. AHAHAHAHAHAHA. I wanted to tell vicks but josh already called her. man vicks almost fainted. but it was funny anyway, because he knew we weren't serious about going to nie, but because he was kind of bored as well I suppose, he decided to bring us through the motion. and anyway we asked him a million and one questions with regards to teaching that only us temp staff would probably ask because we know the system and how some of the things work. but it was entertaining after all, because josh is quite entertaining. and then we talked some rubbish, especially when it came to the scholarships part, because vicks was asking repeatedly about the bonds and things like that. and then when it came to the part where he was talking about some people getting scholarships to go to overseas universities, and finding a partner there, vicks and I burst out laughing. joshua was stunned. he was like oh you guys know someone like that?
we said YES. you know, like yook meng?
goodness then he started laughing too. apparently goldfish man dropped the bomb on him while they were in the gym (which sounds so wrong literally and figuratively but never mind), and josh got an absolute shock. because he agrees with me that if yook meng can get married, anybody can man. it's just that josh isn't wonderfully close to goldfish man, so he tried not to express his shock and horror. for the temp staff, we're just trying to supress the laughter.
but great time being entertained anyway. and later kian boon came over! he was informed by that spu guy that there were two temp staff from kian boon's unit who were taken on a tour by josh, and so kian boon had this feeling it was us, and true enough, we were there! and vicks and I were like WAH WEAR SO NICE AH?! and vicks even wanted to take a photo with him to commemorate this amazing moment where kian boon actually bothers dressing up.
and when we were about to leave suntec for marina square much later after we left the career fair, we ran into kian boon again! so funny. we were wondering if kian boon would appear, because his shift ends at 5, and it was slightly past 5. and sure enough, we ran into him alright. but obviously vicks was hoping we'd run into somebody else...hahahaha
so that's all I want to ramble. I think it's quite substantial for now. it's been quite a bit, and it's getting late and I must wake up early tomorrow. sheesh. and anyway my dead tree PV is complete! and apparently there's a merciless cult PV!!! AHHH!!! I'm so going to get it.
huzzah to bittorrent! but I'll try to get an advanced client to PICK my files someday...
oh and before I forget to put this in, this is ripped from gwen:
| You Are 36% Abnormal |
You are at low risk for having a borderline personality. It is unlikely that you are a chaotic mess. You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection. You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement. You are at medium risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is somewhat likely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer. |
oh dear. somewhat likely that I'm addickted to hand sanitizer? ha. perhaps. I probably have no soul, prefer being isolated and has some chance of getting ocd. YAY. oh dear.
farewell my dearest one @ 0040
march second
right. got tagged by maril, and I suddenly have an urge to do it. so here we go:
The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
alamak.
1. be a christian! yay! 2. be taller than me! 3. be smart! 4. spoil me! yayyay! 5. have no objections to my long nails! 6. (oh dear I'm running out of things) oh be humourous? not too lame, though. thanks. =) 7. can speak english and chinese decently! 8. can...drive? AHAHAHAHA
basically that's my VERY simple and VERY practical idea. if you want him perfect, I'll add on the fact that he ought to be really pretty with baby skin, pretty hands and lash power. oh and I'm fine with him fair and rebonded hair and multiple earrings. heh. this is bad, right? oh and could he be left handed? oh and it'll be a plus point if he could sing...ahahaha
okay this is not getting anywhere. time to sleep. goldfish man yawned like hell lot of times behind me today. made me feel sleepy also. and he's going on leave for 1.5 weeks. yay. not really yay actually. that means that we can't dump rubbish on him. we'll have to settle it all by ourselves. and seriously I'm still wondering what did he do to cynthia to make her so terrified of him. haha. but good too. wash my hands off her. now that I'm stuck at hazel's place, I don't have to bear with her blaring radio and her incessant talking. ugh.
goody. but I kinda miss hazel. and I missed lily today. the office was uber quiet.
ah well. goodnight.
farewell my dearest one @ 2358
march first
okay the bad part about this layout is that since I can't see the tora picture on top while I edit this file, I can barely see the text against the grey background that's given when a picture can't be viewed.
don't know what I'm talking about? it doesn't matter.
anyway a level results out today, and everything is fine. as usual. and it's scary, because it doesn't seem as if I need to really do anything much about it and things happen. and it's bad. because as what maril said before, we suffer from complacency. yeah we know things will work out fine in the end, and honestly we seem to be awaiting the day when we fall flat on our faces and everyone who used to do worse than us will suddenly rise and become the greatest scholar of all.
and the worst part about waiting for that day? the longer we wait, the more dire the consequences. it's much easier to save yourself if you fell at o levels than a levels, right? ah you know what I mean. but vicks still worries me. somehow I believe that although she didn't do as well as she hoped, she didn't do badly either. kind of like wanting's sort of thinking, you know? but still she'll be upset. but I'm also glad that things have turned out well for meida and mae. and even jo too. so...ah well.
people always say that results aren't everything and poor results aren't the end of the world. but somehow at the end of it, it does matter so much after all. ironic huh.
on a better note, the first person I saw walk out of the school gate this afternoon while waiting for mae was...jang jang jang. dress alert. AHAHA. he's gone to pay tekong a visit already, obviously, and his earring sparkles in the sunlight, but still looking good with lash power. woot. unfortunately no ec 2, but hey there's always vio. heh. he was still there despite our amazingly late arrival. maril informed me that the results were released at like 3pm, and I was still bumming at home. basically I got my results at like 340pm. but it doesn't matter. but the vio episode today remains in my correspondence with maril. heh. so no scandals here online ah...
beyond all that.
I think I ought to sleep soon. although my alice nine pv is still downloading, bittorrent claims it will take more than an hour. and guess what? I believe it. so I ought to sleep. but OH DEAR the msn conversation windows aren't ending. carissa just signed in and I must answer her. or at least I want to, because she's one of my band buddies.
but I really ought to sleep.
felt like harrassing avril, but decided against it. so it's time to sleep. I'm still tired. and no I'm not exactly excited. it's the same feeling that I got when I finished a levels.
it's the oh-okay-so-it-ends-like-this feeling.
and
so it ends like this.
farewell my dearest one @ 2338