That Green Thing

when i hear my father and brother discuss about their air tickets, when they should set off and what to pack and stuffs, i quietly go to my room, close the door, bang my head continuously on the cupboard, pull my hair till they all fall out, morph into the Incredible Hulk and stare at that green thing in the mirror. 2 minutes later, i walk out and act all normal again.

jealous? nah...who says i'm jealous?

...ok, this double identity thing is hard to keep up with. my alter ego's giving me a hard time. alright, alright, i'm jealous. envious. man, it's such a torture. i really dread school now. i refuse to count down to the number of days left before school reopens. i refuse.

i'm glad they get to go and all. i mean, i do hope they'll enjoy themselves. but i'd be a much happier person if i get to go too. unfortunately, i dont think it's gonna happen any time soon. my father asked me if i wanted anything from USA. i wanted to tell him to look out for Role Model tees, but then i figured he wouldnt know what they look like so i told him not to get me anything. plus, america's expensive.

yeah, you're thinking what i'm thinking. i guess i'm pretty much stuck here.

GASP! poor mom! she's gonne be stuck here... with me! shucks. i shall try to make it the best 2 weeks of our lives when the time comes (and secretly wallow in self-pity).a women's household! yes. i'm thinking...lots of relaxingironing, dancingmopping, and nice flickskorean dramas. sigh. i love my mom.

updates

The Commonwealth Games. now, here's something that i'd never thought i would really watch. afterall, it is because of these games that made the screening of some of my favourite programs postponed to a later date. i should hate them actually. surprisingly, i've actually grown to like watching them.

now swimming, i like. just check out the physics of the swimmers. males and females. for starters, they look like they've got really long bodies. the ladies look tough, and the men look good. i just love watching the competitions. it's actually something for me to do since i pretty much have nothing to do anyway. yeah it sounds pretty sad. but come on. i mean, hey, who knew there's a dragon in the middle of the Welsh flag? literally. huh? huh? bet you didnt know that. see? i learn too. :) plus, it's kind of my motivation to work out more.

my dad's going to California in may. not for work, but to "check that place out". and he pretty much has some of his expenses paid. my brother's probably going as well since he's having his holidays and... has enough cash.

i am so so so jealous right now.

never in my wildest, wildest dreams did i ever think that i'll be able to go to america. and it's still a dream. because i'm not going. this is a point in my life where i get the right to really hate school. school. ugh. that..that thing. that place where we get educated. bah. UGH.

i can't believe i'm missing out because of school. why couldn't it be april? or march? like now? i mean, money is a problem. but i'm just gonna find something to place hate on, and i choose school. Damn you, school. DAMN YOU.

What's in this head

i received my results via sms yesterday. the sms of doom...light? and thank you earth, wind, and fire, because i passed. that's right, i made it to year 2. let me just say, it wasnt so much of a joy ride while waiting for that sms to come(oh yeah, i need to buy Jason Mraz's "Waiting For My Rocket To Come". ANNA!).

but thank you god because i PASSED and it's all that matters. hoho.

surprisingly, i actually did better in this semester than the last. my GPA's slightly higher this time round. it's still far away from what's needed to enter a local university, but hey, it's an improvement. plus, are u ready for this...get ready...i actually got an "A" this time.

i know people. scream your lungs out. pull your hair. quick, drop your jaws and stare at me in disbelief!

that's what i did.

done? alright. to make you feel better, i got a D+ for BNT. (ok now you can turn to your friends and say,"yup, that's still her. mmhmm.") I mean, truth is, D+ definitely is a sucky grade. but it also means no supp paper, and for that, i'm thankful.

and i'd have to give huge credit to this person from another class who helped me out with my java. pure genius.

had a huge dinner at a restaurant yesterday because it was my grandmother's 85th birthday. anna and i just crapped alot. alot. it's been a while. that was fun, babe. :) we really should just start speaking in coded languages.

anyhow, it's still the hols and i'm still jobless, but i have this theory. if i cant find a job, i'll at least try to do something meaningful this holiday. taking up courses, doing volunteery work. heck, even drawing. which is why..i'm most probably gonna take up boxercise with my friend! okay before you burst out laughing and start rolling on the ground, let me just say that i think it's gonna be pretty cool! it's something to do, it's new, and it even keeps me fit. so why not?

also, volunteery work. i'm looking for places that just need simple volunteery work. like a child care center, or an old folk's home or something. either that, or some major organization that will bring me to africa to do volunteery work for the people there. sincerely. i'm not trying to play angel. those who know me know that i'm definitely NOT an angel(heh). i just wanna help.

oh yes, of course i stupidly, once again now, stupidly, got myself involved in some school workshop thing. now i have to go back to school next week to help my teacher out. STUPID, arent i?

ho. there i am, wanting to volunteer for organizations and stuffs, and here i am, complaining about being sucked into helping my teacher out at school. oh the irony. oh, me.

Oscars. It's all about the look, baby.

the Oscars. i loved it.

why? because it had everything Star Awards didnt have. the class, the glamour and the fashion. yeah, that's what i am. judgemental.

here's the difference between the Hollywood actors and the funny mediacorpers.

Oscars: the men showed up in classy tuxedos that really just didnt do anything to them except it made them look smart. and good looking too. their hair, nicely combed back. a little bow at the neck completed the whole look. most of the women showed up in simple yet elegant dresses that sparkled along with their radiant faces. it spelled G-L-A-M-O-U-R.

Star Awards: the men competed with the women to try to look as eccentric as possible. thus, we saw men showing up with hair extensions, or straightened(too much)fringes. different sets of clothes being put together to form an outfit. chains and weird flower brooches dangling on their jackets. scarves coming out from under the jacket? sure. real classy. as for the women, they tried too hard. admittedly, not all of them are like that, but there were those who wore weird little dresses that just didnt spell G-L-A-M-O-U-R, girlfriends.

gosh, i'm blunt. :)

and there's that touch of class and elegance at the Oscars. for one, no freaky Zoe Tay-auntie behaviour. freeeaaaky.*shudders*

and let me just say that Hilary Swank looked fabulous. and wow, that body. DARN thin people! ugh.