Friday, November 10, 2006

You know when a paper is seemingly, apparently, supposedly okay, and you think, phew, maybe I can score for this one?

And then, you think, you have got to be kidding. You finished the paper with 20 minutes to spare, checked and re-checked and everything looks okay, and you start to panic. Why? Because for prelims, you were literally scrabbling to finish the paper and what is this??? You even had time to double underline all your answers with a ruler!

Hmm.

Admittedly, I have quite a good feeling about the paper overally. But only a feeling. ONLY A FEELING. Tu comprends? Oui? Bien.

I just realised I didn't mention what paper I was talking about. It's Maths. Hee.

Greasy black kway teow in the morning is not a good thing. I kept wanting to fart everytime Kakei did something funny during the paper, like clasping his hands together and fervently praying like a maniac, or violently and noisily dropping his things and frantically picking them back up or whatsoever. Gawd he is one funny idiot.

I have this insane urge to curl my hair. But first, it has to grow.

Sadly, I don't have such a good feeling for Literature. I mean, I took it right, and I feel so cheated. Mainly because I thought that Literature would involve creative input, maybe coming up with a couple of poems or sampling great authors and poets other than Shakespeare and NOT having to analyse and wonder how the writer creates tension and suspense.

But no.

It doesn't work that way. I feel like I'm suffering the same fate as Krishna, except that his role is the teacher whereas I'm the student. Are they forcing us to learn one of life's greatest ironies? That is, learning about something and saying it is wrong, deadening, mind-numbing etc when the way we are learning it is exactly the same. I am living a bloody irony, if that's the case.

I just realised that Wonka Nerds are extremely addictive.

My backache is driving me nuts!

Ah. Tomorrow. Two hours of well-deserved (no, really) pool. Okay, back to Twelfth Night. Ta!

@ 5:32 AM

SYAF I AM

Okay, so I'm this girl right.

Who had big plans to change the world.
When I was young, I wanted to be either a zoologist, veterinarian or pilot.
I wanted to travel and help eradicate poverty.

And then when this girl grows up, she's all like, fack that!
She becomes guilty of things she never thought she'd have done.
She meets people of all shapes and sizes, some beautiful, some downright fugly.
Both inside and outside.
She becomes acquainted with some things called failure and commitment.
She realises love is as elusive as, perhaps, weight loss.

I let my inner demon out through my art.
Enjoy.

Y

SYAF LOVES

green eyes on hot guys, red and purple shoes, pepper and cream puffs, lincoln park at midnight
sitting on carpark roofs talking nonsense, meaningful silences, chewy cookie bits in vanilla ice cream
chocolate icing, shopping till my legs give out, smiling at random people, thinking about stuff

N

SYAF HATES

panadol or whatever pills for that matter, retarded nails, losing my voice, being broke
bananas, my thighs and big ass, man boobs, seeing something i really like but discovering that it costs a bomb


SYAF WANTS

levi's jeans, pimple cream, fake lashes, hair dye, a bigger paycheque, M&Ms
new specs, and possibly a hotass guy to sweep me off my feet

YOU SAY


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