branded , materialistic me

Friday, November 24, 2006

♠6:56 AM

this is called the rythm of service
- Mr. Oldie Ong

i'm back from my mini-shopping trip
i cannot believe oxy actually spent $10
on beef for her dog
and she regretted it after paying
it's not like the dog will know how to appreciate
it or anything of that sort

"it's like buying gourmet food for my dog" she said
Mr. Monk is so addictive,
and although he has this disorder, he's smart
now everyone wants that disorder
so they can ace their tests

Ms. Choo is rude, that's final
there seems to be so few words to describe her
precisely because she is beyond that already
if i get her for my form teacher again next year
i swear, i am going to stage a rebellion
ha ha ha, with everyone else of course
she makes us all sick to the bone
let's backtrack to wednesday afternoon ;

Tessa & I spot teachers heading down to the canteen
for their buffet lunch (which didn't look that great)
so we guessed Ms. Choo might be there
we played peek-a-boo and found her sitting with Mr. Ang
that's worse than being unsociable, that's a flat zero
we walked over to their table with this huge
idiotic grin on our faces, we tried to hide it but failed

Us: Hello Ms. Choo (false enthusiasm)
Ms. Choo: looks up from a plate of ? (i only saw the veg)
Us: we're here to collect our report book
Ms. Choo: do you have what you owe me?
Us: uh, yes
Ms. Choo: come back in 5-10 minutes

we then went over to buy my books
15 minutes later ,
Us: Ms. CHOOOO! 10 minutes up alreadyyyyy
Ms. Choo: (looks up from bowl of red disgusting dessert)
wait la, let me finish my dessert
Us: fine
& all this while Mr. Ang just kept quiet, ahahha
it was really hilarious
he knows usssss, he's pretending not too
hell, even tessa's in his history class

anyway, tomorrow i'm going to wish i was at home
this whole week, i've been stuffing myself non-stop
this needs to stop
i am certainly not paranoid,
you can never be sure when you're going to hit-the-roof
HELP!, i feel so heavy & bloated ):
it's so nerve-wrecking, OhGosh
i might have to do that meditating thing val does
how does she do it again?
my mom wants me to sign up for yoga lessons
what
a
joke
okay maybe, i'm not flexible as it is

& guess what
i've thought about the perfect
Christmas present i can get for everyone
haha now i need to go search for nice ones
or perhaps, if i feel up to it and time is in my favour
i'll hand make it
which means a trip to the art shop

i found this :

Somewhere Out There

Somewhere out there

beneath the pale moon light,

someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight

Somewhere out there

someone's saying a prayer that we'll find one another

in that big somewhere out there.

And even though I know how very far apart we are,

it helps to think we might be wishing

on the same bright star.

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome

lullaby, it helps to think we're sleeping underneath

the same big sky.

Somwhere out there if love can see us through,

then we'll be together somewhere out there

where dreams come true

ain't it sweet?

just imagine a lonely little mouse singing that

AWWww, how touching

skimming through my previous entries

i realise that i made spelling mistakes,

grammatical errors and maybe left out

some punctuations here & there

for that, i'll apologise

usually when i read writings written by others

if it indeed has some mistakes,

i'll automatically correct it.

habit from long ago i guess,

i want to attend mass tomorrow instead

of on Sunday, whyyyyy.

i don't particularly take to waking up early on

Sunday mornings especially after spending the

previous night outttt

i can't stop falling in love with you

; this is why i'm hot