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Thursday, March 23, 2006
Nothing much happened yesterday or today either.
I lost a bid on ebay for that Black Balenciaga I really coveted. It went for £105. Thank god I lost. If I had won it there would have been alot of explaining to do. Sitting at her computer my face was burning up in the stress of those last minutes. Ebay is an addiction. I have to quit it soon.
I was in a rut.
It might have been the lost bid, or the insatiable hunger for something different that made me drag them out for a drink. There was noone to stop us so I got tipsy. Chugging down those bottles, over the temporal high, I still felt the same. A man in an afro stood at the steps staring at me.I smiled back. Beneath the fake moustache, tacky retro glasses, cheap afro wig, and beyond the depressive Westlife playing in the background, he was good looking. I liked him. When we got up to leave he turned around and waved goodbye to us. I waved goodbye too like we were old friends. With that casual wave ,it said 'see you later', but we meant 'fancy you. Bye forever, stanger'. Then we stepped out into the cold.
Erase and rewind to several hours before, I sat in Z's empty room waiting for her to come back from school. Played around with her things, drew on her receipts and then made a connection. What were the chances . I can't be arsed to go into detail here, I'll leave it for another day.
Polished off two packets of Hula Hoops later in the night. I didn't want to be alone so I had Z stay with me. Feeling old in our clothes we had a shower. I couldn' t hear her over the running water. I stood in the last cubicle. It is the darkest of all three and my favourtie place in the house. It is always the same. Filling the space with the hot perfume of my soap it made me think of home.
Z slept with me again last night.
Today we took some Alis test and I was reminded of my unfathomable inability to answer MCQ questions. They confuse me. Surely there has to be more to an answerr that yes/no, black and white facts. 'Rate the teaching in your school.' 5? 6? What exactly does each digit represent? Is 5 much different from 6? If so, what is the deciding factor which determines that 1 point. I was always crap at things like that.We took it last year as well. We had to answer questions on geometry and arithmetic in general. Needless to say ,I was stumped. Sat there for ages trying to recall ancient theories of flipping fractions and manipulating equations. My answers didn't tally but it was the best I could do. Maybe I'm just a retard in more ways than one.
Someone came into my room at 8.20 am. I heard the door creak open, and I heard the pause before it shut. Z and I wondered who it was who saw. We looked a little ridiculous with our bodies lying parallel, contorted to the confined space of a single bed. We have come a long way from living like coolies. I had slept falling last night.
We read our school reports today, as expected, mine was toilet paper. I don't even care anymore. As long as they think i'm intelligent, I'll let my intelligence salvage me from this rot i'm in.
Before we break up I have to record the only achievement I am proud of this whole term. I have not gone to a single session of field in all these 3 months. *bow bow*. I could have gone this week, but I decided to leave my impeccable absentee record untarnished.
On a separate note, I do indulge in other activities which do call for a certain amount of physical exersion:
1) sit on your bed/at your desk
2) rotate your right ankle around clockwise in the air
3) draw a 6 in the air with your right hand
4) Notice your foot changes direction!! (how cool is that?!)
Also, Z and I have mastered the dance routine of Monica and Ross, it looks so wicked. Albeit a tad lame and stupid, but who cares! *Boys... the trouble with boys... blablabla* * body wave*
Anyway, this is a boring post because I lead a boring life. It's the tail end of term and there's nothing much happening, just alot of waiting, and as we all know, nothing much happens in limbo. I have to pack but I cant be arsed. I don't want to go to heathrow, it's a stinkhole, well, at least I can stuff myself with T.G.I.F's. I'm gutted they closed T.G.I.F's in Singapore, it used to be my favourite hangout joint as a kid. Well, not that I had much say as to where I would have liked to hang as a kid,but it was the one of the few restaurants I enjoyed going to. I boycott Fish&Co now because it's not T.G.I.F's,and I bet they don't have crayons there.
Maybe somewhere else won't be half as cold as me.
I lost a bid on ebay for that Black Balenciaga I really coveted. It went for £105. Thank god I lost. If I had won it there would have been alot of explaining to do. Sitting at her computer my face was burning up in the stress of those last minutes. Ebay is an addiction. I have to quit it soon.
I was in a rut.
It might have been the lost bid, or the insatiable hunger for something different that made me drag them out for a drink. There was noone to stop us so I got tipsy. Chugging down those bottles, over the temporal high, I still felt the same. A man in an afro stood at the steps staring at me.I smiled back. Beneath the fake moustache, tacky retro glasses, cheap afro wig, and beyond the depressive Westlife playing in the background, he was good looking. I liked him. When we got up to leave he turned around and waved goodbye to us. I waved goodbye too like we were old friends. With that casual wave ,it said 'see you later', but we meant 'fancy you. Bye forever, stanger'. Then we stepped out into the cold.
Erase and rewind to several hours before, I sat in Z's empty room waiting for her to come back from school. Played around with her things, drew on her receipts and then made a connection. What were the chances . I can't be arsed to go into detail here, I'll leave it for another day.
Polished off two packets of Hula Hoops later in the night. I didn't want to be alone so I had Z stay with me. Feeling old in our clothes we had a shower. I couldn' t hear her over the running water. I stood in the last cubicle. It is the darkest of all three and my favourtie place in the house. It is always the same. Filling the space with the hot perfume of my soap it made me think of home.
Z slept with me again last night.
Today we took some Alis test and I was reminded of my unfathomable inability to answer MCQ questions. They confuse me. Surely there has to be more to an answerr that yes/no, black and white facts. 'Rate the teaching in your school.' 5? 6? What exactly does each digit represent? Is 5 much different from 6? If so, what is the deciding factor which determines that 1 point. I was always crap at things like that.We took it last year as well. We had to answer questions on geometry and arithmetic in general. Needless to say ,I was stumped. Sat there for ages trying to recall ancient theories of flipping fractions and manipulating equations. My answers didn't tally but it was the best I could do. Maybe I'm just a retard in more ways than one.
Someone came into my room at 8.20 am. I heard the door creak open, and I heard the pause before it shut. Z and I wondered who it was who saw. We looked a little ridiculous with our bodies lying parallel, contorted to the confined space of a single bed. We have come a long way from living like coolies. I had slept falling last night.
We read our school reports today, as expected, mine was toilet paper. I don't even care anymore. As long as they think i'm intelligent, I'll let my intelligence salvage me from this rot i'm in.
Before we break up I have to record the only achievement I am proud of this whole term. I have not gone to a single session of field in all these 3 months. *bow bow*. I could have gone this week, but I decided to leave my impeccable absentee record untarnished.
From:
Sent: 14 March 2006 14:55
To:
Subject: Multi-Gym, 14/03
Lavinia Tan
SFC 2 G
On a separate note, I do indulge in other activities which do call for a certain amount of physical exersion:
1) sit on your bed/at your desk
2) rotate your right ankle around clockwise in the air
3) draw a 6 in the air with your right hand
4) Notice your foot changes direction!! (how cool is that?!)
Also, Z and I have mastered the dance routine of Monica and Ross, it looks so wicked. Albeit a tad lame and stupid, but who cares! *Boys... the trouble with boys... blablabla* * body wave*
Anyway, this is a boring post because I lead a boring life. It's the tail end of term and there's nothing much happening, just alot of waiting, and as we all know, nothing much happens in limbo. I have to pack but I cant be arsed. I don't want to go to heathrow, it's a stinkhole, well, at least I can stuff myself with T.G.I.F's. I'm gutted they closed T.G.I.F's in Singapore, it used to be my favourite hangout joint as a kid. Well, not that I had much say as to where I would have liked to hang as a kid,but it was the one of the few restaurants I enjoyed going to. I boycott Fish&Co now because it's not T.G.I.F's,and I bet they don't have crayons there.
Maybe somewhere else won't be half as cold as me.
She Is Electric X 12:37:00 PM