"Ijustwanderedifmaybeyouwantedtogototheballwithme!"
-Harry Potter, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
I am so freaking tired.
...
Let's try again.
I sound like a whiny angsty teenager (I am? I am?)
Okay, there are no words!
It's good to be able to detach myself from my double-life and re-enter reality (aka the life
outside of
Edward Anthony Masen Cullen). But reality isn't exactly the most fascinating thing around. I mean, I'm taking my mid-years now, whaddya want from me?
I am a bad friend. I ditched tuition and studied at home for a bit before going out with Jamie. Jemimah was all alone and had to deal with this new trainee teacher from China who, according to Jemimah, talked about
Sun Wu Kong during class. How perfectly interesting, I must say.
However, I thank the tables for ditching that particular class; it was a class I didn't have to sit through.
Jamie and I shopped for a bit at Orchard, then we moved on to Bugis. We spammed pearls in our bubble teas. Happy Cup makes me happy, but the prices don't.
We took neoprints. Saw authentic Japanese schoolgirls. I wanted to kidnap one! They're so (insert cooing sound here) adorable.
After mooching around Orchard we made our way to Bugis, the haven for
LianBengs and
JieMuis. We didn't see anyone with the
Jiemui duo-colored skinny jeans, but we saw someone stick badly photoshopped, self-taken, blown up pictures of herself around Bugis Street.
Extremely hilarious, I tell you. No kid is nicknamed
Mao Mao. Sad. ain't it?
Maybe she's still living in the past, where the only thing people waxed were their cars.
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Today we had our second paper for English Literature (Off Centre). It's kind of ironic, really. There we were screwing our nails into our sweaty palms as the eyebags deepen on our corpse-like faces. We write, write, and write. About what? You can laugh here. Off Centre is about two characters, Vinod and Saloma. Saloma suffers from schizophrenia while Vinod suffers from severe depression due to the intense pressure from school. Results. Parents. Society.
Ironic, ain't it?
But I digress. I am very pleased today because I managed to down two pratas (Mr Prata, no less) for breakfast this morning. This is happening for the first time in six days! For the past six days I have hardly had a meal a day for the fear of seeing my food reappear with my digestive juices in full glory.
I'm very tired right now- maybe I ought to grab a few winks of sleep. It's just my luck to be the only one at home who suffers from insomnia and weird dreams. Every time I fall asleep at night, I immediately get launched into strange dreams.
On Saturday, Miss Rani appeared at night to give me my English Comprehension paper (the exams are seriously...).
She shook her head infinitesimally, sighed and said, "Very close." I took back my paper, and there was a huge "ELEVEN AND A HALF OUT OF ELEVEN" scrawled in red ink. I looked up at Miss Rani in horror, who disappeared.
Last night, someone told me in a deep voice,
"I can climb through your window just like your vampire can." I shouted to the misty figure,
"Fuck you, I live on the twenty-third floor!" and then woke up.
Not bad, I swear in my dreams too!
Back to the other half of the double life. :D