It's basically my life story. (At least for the past few months i.e. ever since I started this blog.)
I don't know what's gotten into me, I seriously don't feel like 'doing'. I just feel like 'being'. I haven't even written in my diary for a month. Tragic. I like to keep a diary because it's fun to read and reflect upon years later. That's kinda the same reason why I started a blog too. Only this web 'diary' isn't as personal since it's open for everyone to see. I wanted to document my thoughts and memories because I'll be able to tell how much I've grown/ changed/ matured - whatever.
What have I been up to? How am I feeling? What's happening to me? I wouldn't say I'm having a 'rough' time at the moment but it's definitely not something I want to get used to. But I'm glad to say that I've been more active lately, jumping around for some reason and started to write in my diary again :)
I had a weird dream yesterday. They say once your dreams are decoded, they reveal your subconscious thoughts, your deepest desires or your memories. How about your nightmares?
I'm at school (but the classroom setting was totally foreign to me. Never been in a class like it.) and we had to get out the newspapers to update ourselves on the world around us (by 'us' I mean my friends, but I've never even seen these people in real life before. I think.) The front page news was about a psychopath (who appears from oblivion), apparently having a list of people to kill and that I was on top of the list. I didn't know why I was on the list yet I was horrified and became very paranoid of windows, fearing the possibility of getting shot by the psychopath once he saw me. Throughout my dream, I'm ducking under windows, passing out and running. I was absolutely terrified 24/7. There was no resolution. I don't know how the nightmare ended. I just somehow switched to a different setting with a different atmosphere, hence another dream. Its strange how I only recall my nightmares, not my dreams.
My interpretation of that nightmare is that I'm afraid of something but I know it's something I can't avoid, it's inevitable. A problem, an issue. I don't know why it's happening but maybe that's why I'm so afraid. There's no resolution because I haven't tackled the problem yet. Hope I build a bridge soon or I'll be having nightmares for a while.
I should probably fill you stalkers in with what I've been doing all this time. So last time I blogged was 9th of April, during last week of school. I attended school the whole week, yes, including the Friday. All I remember from that week was the 'Yes' paper incident and that darned English listening exam I had on the Friday. It was the most discussed topic of the day.
That Saturday was Stephany's 16th party. It was a blassssssssssst darling, hope you read this. I want a fondue set for my birthday :) Or a karaoke machine. Oh and her cake was awesome, there was a picture of this busty blonde chick on her typical asian fruit cream cake.
Hot.
My group, L3 - Luscious Little Ladies, got her the traditional collage-of-photos-in-a-frame, a black quilted Lonsdale bag, a Bardot dress, Message In A Bottle (a movie based on a Nicholas Sparks novel of the same name), and a friendship quote book.
The birthday girl & I
The best L3 photo I could find.
My SYTYCD partner :)
On Wednesday Aly, Helen, Ook and Robo decided to crash over my house for fun. We watched The Amityville Horror for the first 2 hours then laughed at my seriously embarrassingly asian dad the hour after. If 'embarrassing' were a noun, it would be my father. He decided to 'test' out my totally rusty karaoke machine by SINGING lame 90's music as he basked in the laughter of my tween friends. He must have confused it for approval or something. We decided to do some karaoke-ing of our own then had a sweet little d&m. It was mainly my life since everyone else refused to talk and I refused to not talk. It worked out well. The boys went home early because they're mummy's boys but the girls stayed to chat a while longer.
Helen, Robert, Jenny & Ook
Doesn't Queen 'Lobo' look fab here?
Oh, I should explain the whole Queen Lobo title. It all began when my 'embarrassing' aka 'father' asked the tweens what song requests they had for karaoke. Since no one could think of anything my dad asked if Lobo would be okay. Robert was alllllll for it. Hence the Lobo title. We decided to chuck 'Queen' in since he looks ever so posh in the photo above. 'Twas a fun day :D
The next day I went over to Row's house to start practicing our jazz dance routine for CCNF Awards '08. I'm pretty happy with how far we got, 1:15 worth! :) We cracked up so much when we first tried dancing. We then got totally exhausted after hours of dance so Row cooked me egg. Yeahhhhhhhhh :) She wanted to scramble it but I told her it's way nicer if it's not. So she done some weird flippy thing to it. We then retreated to her room, armed with chocolate biscuits and french fries and had a nice d&m. I left her house with a great amount of respect and appreciation for all those dancers out there. They are so underrated! The ability to move your body to form a 'move' is a great achievement within itself. To loose all your inhibitions and just dance to the beat is such a beautiful act. Which I could not comprehend before trying to do so myself. Much admiration to all you dancers out there! When I got home I still felt like twirling around, so I did. Wish I was a ballerina. I ended up exercising for 2 hours. Boo yah. All you really need to keep going is that little bit of effort to begin with!
And today, I felt sick in the morning so I couldn't go over to Bryan's to practice the group dance for Monday :( I rested as much as I could during the day, which was easy enough to do. Aly and Helen came over around 5 to prepare for band prac. Aly asked me to do that Grecian braid across the crown of her head since she was feeling that pre-formal fever. She also pointe dout how I'm always wearing black to band prac but I said it that it just so happens to always be freezing cold on Friday nights!!
Sang my lungs out then got home at 9:30pm, Judy was watching Sleepless In Seattle. Oh how I love that movie. If you are a hopeless romantic, this is the movie 'that started it all'. You know what the tag-line is? What if someone you never met, someone you never saw, someone you never knew was the only someone for you? *Heart melts* I love Meg Ryan's character, she is so stalkerish. She hears some guy talking about how much he loves his recently deceased wife and suddenly she falls head over heels for him and travels from Baltimore to Seattle to find him. Very sweet with a dash of 'what the'. But it still satisfies my appetite.
You know you totally still love me,
xoxo.
