and i'm back.

jean just called.

jean:eh...so are you coming?
me: *groan* oh crap... the stc funfair...
jean: yeah.
me: when is it?
jean: TODAY.
me: HUH? aw man... what time is it?
jean: at 11.
me: *glances at the clock* it's 11 now....
jean: yeah. so are you coming?
me: argh? erm... is that stoned person still going?
jean: yeah.
me: argh... dunno la.. i'll call you later if i feel like it.

and then i went back to watching the justice league in the clothes that i fell asleep in yesterday and eating my cereal in bed.

i'm such a slob.

i'll see how my mood is.

if i'm feeling irritable, i'll probably save jean and 'stone' the experience of hanging around me.
if i'm feeling...alright...i'd probably go..and just not talk to 'stone' and get all flustered again.

to put it simply, our personalities are way apart.

i like things on the surface, abstract, messed up. and 'stone' probably likes to calculate every single aspect in his life, and probably also thinks i'm a childish nutcase.

but i still personally feel that 'stone' is too tight-pantied.

ah well..
the past few days were..interesting...of sorts.

yesterday seemed to have some long lost friend attracting magnet on me or something.

1. took a bus to holland v from school with gwen, jean and pea. met caresse. another kao hater.

and apparently i'm a "legend" at kao's.

irritating.

stupid bitch can't keep her piehole shut.

it's enough that she kicked me out. now she's blatantly telling *everyone* about it.

me: argh. kao's a biased bitch la. she kicked me out.
caresse: yeah. i cant stand her too. but.. i thought she used to be so nice to you... after your dad kept coming in the papers and everything..
me: argh. that one.. my whole family didn't know..until she called and cawed into the telephone that my dad was in the papers... and it's only the papers thrice last year or something... not like he's nelson mandela or someone...
caresse: then what happened?
me: my dad's one of the sars doctors. so she was afraid that i'd give her sars. so she kicked me out.
caresse: that's stupid.
me: you tell me.

gwen's cousin's going to kao now.
i wonder how long it will last.
she was the one who told gwen to tell me that i was a 'legend' at kao's.

yuck.

2. went to holland v to get flowers for the hostess for a tea reception at 4.

met some rmun person, who waved at me.
and i did some half wave thing and muttered 'rmun' to gwen.

3. went home balancing my bio tys, organizer, wallet, keys and the bunch of flowers. (why didn't i bother to carry a bag?!) some guy at the bustop was staring at me...or the flowers...or something. didn't really pay much attention to him.

met him later at tea.

host: come..i'll introduce you to everyone. this is (him), (him) meet (me).
him: yes, i believe that we have met.
me: we have?
him: yes. at the holland v bustop. your flowers gave you away.

later he said that i looked "very different from what i did look like in the afternoon".
i told him that i was coming back from school.

him: wow, your school uniforms are cool.
me: that's not the school uniform. it's friday's crumpled school skirt and a the first t shirt that came in my hand this morning.
him: so you don't have to wear your school uniforms on saturdays?
me: we're supposed to...atleast our skirts with our school t shirt.
him: you were wearing hang ten.
me: you're observant.
him: well, you were carrying flowers.

jean's right.

someone carrying flowers *does* get a whole lot of attention.

hmm..

and then there was cip.

we had to make blankets for the elderly.

sylvia's the leader.
i'm the "accountant"...
gwen's the "designer"...
elaine's the cutter...

or something like that.

somewhere along the way, i began to get bored and decided to do calculations on who had to do what in order to equally balance the workload..

and then....*drumroll*

according to my calculations...the coordinates are not in the right position.

actually, the home ec department gave us too little cloth.

as for the sewing...

argh.

that's probably the thing in about being in a girl's school for the past 13 years. you might actually...
a) be in touch with your feminine side so much that you cry at every single thing,
b) be so immune to your feminine side that you become a tomboy/butch *just* to be different.
c) tend to change your sexual orientation.

b and c are pretty common..especially in *certain* schools..

keyphrase: might.

anyway, sewing..was well..tough...

here we are... in a cosmopolitan society, where the only sewing we know is how to sew back buttons.
and even so, some people..*coughmecough* still resort to using paperclips to hold her stuff together.

someone broke down and started crying because... she didn't know how to sew.

sheesh.

take a look around, girl.

atleast *half* of us don't know how to sew either. but we're trying.
you're just crying.

sometimes i think i don't blame her either.
especially when someone seems to bark out at you when *anything* goes wrong, and *leaves* once the going gets tough.

hmm...let's not talk about yesterday.

last week found out that i lost out my colours award to nina for ld.

ah well.

"i'm glad just to be nominated".

ok, i'm lying.

but it seems fair, anyway.
she *is* the ld chairperson.. so she *should* get the award.

being the only other ld-er nominated probably makes me the 1st runner up.

ah well.

it's like the oscars.

if the ld was a category.
and both of us were nominated..

i would have had my 15 secondsof fame where they would show my 2nd grade acting skills and then the gold man would swoop down and then the presenter would say nina's name.

i. am. not. jealous.

she. deserves. it.

ah..anyway.. to sweeten the deal, jiaxi and i are the the *only* people in the school to have won the nsw award.

i'm consoling myself with the fact that the nsw exam was international.

and i'm ranked in the top 10% of the world of kids my age.

jiaxi: eh....you won the nsw award...
me: eh..cool.. who else..
jiaxi: ME..
me: hahaha..congrats.. who else..
jiaxi: no one! just you and me.. from the entire school...
me: haha..we're smart asses.. high five! *reaches out her hand*
jiaxi: *reaches out her hand but w're both too far away from where were sitting*
me: ah forget it. we're lazy smart asses.

haha.