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| so long sweet summer
i stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays
so long sweet slumber
i fell into you, now you're gracefully falling away
Just a week ago, I can still remember exactly what I was doing, packing up for sleepover at BigSized, definitely not packing my bags for school.
I had a fab June, contrary to what I braced myself for. The last week wasnt bad, wasnt bad at all. Study sessions at the airport, I swear if I go to the airport one more time this month I will shoot myself. Polaroids and Canon at the airport kept us entertained and this is bad, TCC fiascos and bingeing sessions also accompanied hardcore study periods. With backpacks and sweatshirts in tow, we looked like we were departing the country, oh how I wish. Picked up Elli from the airport on one session! That was how much time we were there, you could have left for Melbourne and came back and we would probably have still been there.
Fitness Guru and I cycled to and fro tuition to her place last week and it was the first time I cycled in a gazillion years, considering the fact that dramaqueen&thespianking refuse to sponsor my beach cruiser, citing quotes from 101 ways to ruin your daughter's life which you know, they read from cover to cover and is like their holy grail, and also making more than obvious references to my lack of balance and hand eye coordination, while at it also reliving just-shoot-me horror stories regarding my klutziness. Remember the monkey bar? Anyway, if you didnt know already, they said that the only time I would be able to ride a bicycle with their approval is when I turn 40 and wither up.
So they didnt say that, I exaggerate and take after the dramaqueen at times. What they said though, was far worse. They said they would gladly let me ride when I get my driver's. Which you know, they think I would be star driver in a McClaren speeding around the prata shop. Totally.
Wait, I digress. Again.
Fitness guru and I had heart to heart while doing chem, hilarious or what?
"Al3+...thespianking...1,2dibromoethane...dramaqueen"
Swam, no wait, waded, with FitnessGuru and LifeRuiner a few times last week too, watched Good Luck Chuck again on DemandTV, LifeRuiner successfully ruined her parents lives too.
Encounter was awesome, I felt transformed and renewed, it was totally brilliant, really. Morael, this absolute star of a girl is my new BFF, we met for about twelve hours and we stayed up all night talking about our lives, friends, guys and everything in between, tell me where can you find someone like that unless God puts them there?
Hung about town with LifeRuiner, and had Edge after with her also and the dramaqueen was doing another one of her productions with her thespianking, apparently he pulled a hollywood worthy stunt on the roads and she started up. It was hollywood worthy, I tell you.
School's as usual, seeing everyone again gave me warm fuzzies. Cue whimperings, ew, no, seriously?? The only warm fuzzies I get are when I have nice dreams of cricket sounds. That was bad, I know, but everything and everyone last week totally got me over it. I hope. I still want to hang at J8 though, okay, okay. I grant permission to everyone I whine to about J8 or Bishan to hit me, hard, preferably with something sharp.
Fitness Guru and I ran today and I'm hoping to drop a few dress sizes soon, with the regimen I started.
Photos on LifeRuiner's LJ, which I know no one knows, but too tired to upload them, so go to phunksoul@lj. Dont be deceived by what she calls me, I cannot by any standard be compared to The Drama Queen, she is by far the fairest of them all, really. Trumps me even, only LifeRuiner seems to think that I inherited the dominant dramatic gene, which I beg to differ since you do not know Liyin.
I should go to bed soon, thespianking left for Euro for ten days and dramaqueen took over morning chauffeuring duties, the woman gets snappy when we 'rob her of her sleep'. See you in school tres early!
Love,
S
getwithme!
Angel of mercy, how did you find me?
Where did you read my story?
Pulled from the papers, desperate & hardened
Seeking a momentary fix | | |
| You want soft and gentle and never vicious
This week, I was supposed to be motivated and studying my lardass off. I started Rape of Nanking which disturbs me alot and I cant bring myself to read it for more than an hour at a go, it makes me cry and puke simultaneously.
Did some shopping with dramaqueen and dramaqueenJR on Thursday, and picked up some things, dramaqueenJR got her PSP. It was a hilarious story. Out with them is always a fiasco. And then there's the dramaqueen and her thespianking.
"How great is ... Is it your God or my God?"
"OUR GOD! You want to draw lines with me?!"
Friday the 13th was unbelievable. I never thought I'd have a worse day in my life.
I exaggerate.
I was almost ready to end my life.
I was more than ready to slit my throat and shoot my left wrist and fail my Os.
It was awful, I was going crazy I swear. I had to practically straitjacket myself to the chair to refrain from inappropriate behavior, indecent touching, and the likes.
Later on was pretty good though, I had fun.
This is too funny, sit tight.
Resident liferuiner and I were exchanging revered opinions on a current world devastation, (which you would know actually means what happened earlier, as our world consists of a populated 2 people occupancy) and she was just telling me, oh wait, I couldnt catch what she was telling me (wait for it) because, (this is it), she broke the chair she was sitting on and fell off.
No, SERIOUSLY.
She was literally in midsentence
"Yeah, you know what, you should go ... "
falls off chair
"OhMyGod"
And then, I did what anybody in my position would do when seeing someone else break the chair they were sitting on and fall off;
"Take picture! Take picture! Where's the camera??"
Sound familiar?
These made me laugh.
"Uh mom? I kind of broke the chair I was sitting on"
and
"So it's not cos I'm really fat or anything right?"
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
"I think maybe your weight played a part. Just a tiny part."
Love,
S
Eleven;Eleven
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
The day just got worse,
please let it be a rumour.
OMG!
OMG!!
OMG!!!
OMG!!!!
OMG!!!!!
PLEASE!!!!! | | |
| The soundtrack of my summer
If I traded it all
If I gave it all away for one thing
Just for one thing
If I sorted it out
If I knew all about this one thing
Wouldn’t that be something
On loop the past day and a half. This, is my June anthem. Well, not exactly June, but makes us all feel better if it was.
I had the most sensaysh weekend, kudos to the resident life ruiner. Indy was utter disappointment, martians, really??
With that came longings to hang out at ehub and J8, we need to get a life. Pronto.
Anyway, sku's over, at long last, and I came down with a cold cum sore throat yesterday and I'm in post-recovery, spend half my life in bed stage now, still nursing a blocked nose and spacing out to One Thing, or not, if you catch my drift.
Lets start the summer lovin!
Love,
S
so over D
What's that when you're running late and you're sprinting your lungs out in four inches, striding up the escalators when you see your train waiting with doors ajar, subtly egging you on, giving you come and get me grins. How is it that you decide whether to make a break for it or give up right there, sizing up your inanimate opponent? And why is it that you know, you know it in every nerve and fibre of your being that you're going to miss it but you make a mad dash for it, breaking a heel and twisting an ankle on the way, only to have the doors slam shut in your face, maybe closing on a stray dress article in its stride? Do you yank it out or do you abandon it there? Determined to destroy every remaining fragment of evidence of your futile effort or resigning to defeat and leaving it there, to show that you fought, against the odds, but lost, justifying for respected glory and admiration, which one will you choose? Do you go for it, hoping to experience something despite warning bells and announcements but with the doors open you try your luck? Do you go away defeated, waiting for the next one even if there was a chance you could've made it, no matter how slight?
Mixed signals, do nothing whatsoever for our species. | | |
| when sunsets fade and midnights drain
Hello summer, I'm glad you're back.
Its not going to be much of a holiday, wait, I did not just say holiday. May hasnt been treating me well, throwing me a few happy as larry days and taking it all back in a split second. It's been long but not as torturous, and as crazy as its been, I'm loving it.
The weeks after our papers, we went insane and started cooking up natural disasters, to say the least. Aglio Olio is our best friend. Taking the ice cream vendors booth by storm, having a helluva time at Edge and afterschool Chinese sessions were mainly what happened these past weeks.
There's been so much just going on, American Idol first, I skipped out on school on the finals, stayed home and camped in front of the tv from 2am. I was in a zombie induced daze after that, thats what 6 hours straight of tv does to you. Anyway, Cook's win was inevitable, I wouldnt have bet otherwise. Always be my baby and I dont wanna miss a thing were sure wins, I dont see how Archuleta could've won with Imagine, lmao just thinking about it.
The match was beyond crazy, we deserved to win that match. Really, we did. My heart broke for Terry, I almost cried.
Then there was the GG finale, which was going absolutely fabulous until the last five minutes. I wish I stopped before it ended, it tainted everything. And did you see that guy who Blair was flirting with, I swear I gagged when she even engaged conversation with him, it was revolting.
Chinese is finally over, paper2 was incredibly boring, I was dozing off while reading passages. Literally, I had to force my eyelids to stay open to finish it. Headed down for ACSI open house after which was again, yawn-inducing but very informative. Eliminating the competition eh? Over to HollandV after, and was harangued with multiple Elijah stories yet again. Cold Rock with the resident life ruiner and had some pasta also before hitting the road home.
Just finished Stephenie Meyer's The Host which was fabulous and is stuck in my head now. I hate it when that happens and you cant stop thinking about it. I'm looking for a really annoying book to occupy my time just to get it out of my head.
June's not going to be any better, I just know it. I'm planning to spend today bumming around and catching trash movies I havent watched. Sidereel and Surfthechannel are going to be my BFFs today.
Shortest post for a month, I know, but spare me, DramaQueen's taking me out for Italian and I think she wants to hit the sales too even though she tells me how much the sales suck she frequents it every other day. I'm not kidding.
Love,
S
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