this means a change of url...
and the hope of not being found out by another reporter/dad's employee/sister's secretary again.
somehow i have this notion that being hosted..is the safer way to go...
apart from the fact that i have limited space...
i can actually expand my webpage..to a website...
a "proper" blog...
and let's face it...blogger has become a little redundant..
argh well...cleaned up the dining table today...
(believe me, it's harder than it sounds..)
took me 4 hours.
had to rearrange all my tamil stuff...
somehow i have the feeling that it wouldn't hurt to sit for it again in october..
(what am i saying?)
so anyway.. gwen called asking for my court shoes...
asssuming the fact that i'm a size 9 and she's a size 7..
and that the shoes are murderously high...
i'm not quite sure why she had to pick me out of everyone to lend her my shoes...
not to mention my stinky feet.
(just kidding gwen...just kidding..)
this "cleaning-up" gig has made me realize a lot of stuff...
saw a pair of socks in my school bag.
this isn't suprising, considering the fact that i arrive every morning in school at 6.30am with my hair untied, me shoes half on and my brain asleep...
so i basically have half an hour to comb my hair, put on my socks and shoes...eat breakfast and copy homework from the day before...
not bad for a half awake person.
anyway... was on the phone with gwen while tidying up...
spoke to her about going boston university.
they called up, asking whether i was still interested in their scholarship which i signed up for last year.
they said i had to sit for my sats... and send them my score before i go there for the interview.
this is happening too fast.
i'm 15 years old.
i'm not ready for university.
and my parents don't know about it yet.
well i'm not suprised...yesterday at tea everyone was talking about how my dad spends three days at home and then moves off to another conference again..
geez.
it's just *some* times that that happens..
it's not like he lives overseas or something.
and then they had this pitiful look...
like.. oh-poor-little-girl-has-her-big-house-and-is-all-alone-cause-her-parents-are-always-working.
atleast it was better than the flowers guy's sister.
"aren't you the one who took oncology at nottingham?"
"i'm 15."
"oh..so you're her sister?"
"my sister did economics in london."
"oh. so who are you?"
"(my name.)"
"OH. dr ******'s daughter! so where is he now?"
"london too...i think."
gwen and i were discussing career choices.
on saturday during cip we were all so bored we started singing with the radio.
according to wei jing...
"eh...you can become a rapper when you grow up!!!"
"why?"
"cause you sound nice when you rap!!!"
"are you saying that i don't sound nice when i usually talk?"
"no....you sound like...a girl nelly..."
i'll take that as a compliment.
haha. it seems intriguing..
but i seriously feel that the rap joint only sees their females as their hoes.
you catch my drift dawg?
anyhoo...
i somehow had a weird experience emptying out my un file.
after 3 years...
it's over...
all the way from missile defence in the security council in 2001...
to the general assembly in 2002...
to the security council ...
then to the general assembly again...
and then finally in the ecosoc...
and back to the security council in 2003...
it's been a long time.
and i just realize that i don't have photos.
something i'm not quite sure whether to be stressed or relieved about.
saw the picture that jolyn took of paul half naked and the venezulan cross dresser in the fashion parade during french class.
laughed so much i started crying.
maybe my withdrawal symptoms come later than the rest of you guys.
and then spimun came...
the rat race to the top was probably the most gruelling thing we did.
audition after audition after audition...
only to be taken in...
and then told that the situation was too dangerous.
i was going to share a room with stephanie again.
she's probably the only person out of my family that i had to share a bed with...
and a room..
and a bathroom..
and shampoo...
suprisingly enough, she managed to withstand all my constant "kiddishness"..
from locking her out of the hotel room and recording the entire 5 minutes that she spent outside banging and howling at the door...
from spending half an hour in the bathroom every single time...
for putting on nailpolish and making the room smell like varnish since i kept the windows and doors closed...
to watching tv and jacking up the phone bill till 4am in the morning...
and she still was nice enough to *try* to wake me up for breakfast...
got this quiz from qing...
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