do you fear the night?
Wednesday, July 25, 2012 @ 7:28 AM
| 0 notesDuring Bio today, I came to a shocking revelation. I turn 15 next week.
I mean, like, SHIIIIT... I don't feel that I'm even mature enough to own the title of being 15. Especially with my shitty MSG of about 3.8 (not including IH) Not a very nice way of entering in 15th year of my life. And also, my birthday falls on a Friday (dammit) cos we should be abstaining from meat. And how am I going to tell the Lectors my birthday is next week cos they'll want to celebrate and it'll be so paiseh. Unless somehow they have records of my birthday (great) or I have to tell them (great, wayyy better). The worst would be not telling, because, well, they'll be so sorry and what not. Argh. How to tell them subtley? And of course I will feel obliged to bring something along for the celebration... Like, cake on Thursday, nothing on Friday and then cake again on Saturday. It's like everything stops for Friday.
I like not telling what my bro to get me cos he surprises me every time. At least he tries to. Last year's present was GOOD :D I hope I don't get another bottle of perfume (or the like) from my parent's godson's parents. And I haven't chosen my birthday present from my parents yet. And I can't wait to see my other presents!! (HINTHINTHINT) Lesley and Sarah, you better have gotten me something or I will... I don't know... dao you for the rest of the day. Or something. And of course, don't forget to bring it on Friday... if not I will just shake my head and click my tongue at you sadly. If you don't mind, I like my presents wrapped. The only nice kind of surprise I get nowadays. I don't have to elaborate on the nasty kinds of surprises...
I shall try to make it a point to begin my 15th year with an episode of Sherlock and Doctor Who each. My next epidose of Sherlock would be Series 2 Ep 1 and DW would be Series 6 Night Terrors. Yups. Also. I started on Series 1 from where I stopped. Next one is Aliens of London! I'm not going to care... afterall the next day is Saturday. I'm not going to give a damn about if there's training the next day. I'm going to WATCH SHERLOCK AND DW!
Aha. Today was damn awkward during Chinese lesson. There were onle 11 of us. Then there was nothing much to do so I took out my Chinese tuition work and started doing while 林老师 was writing something on the board. Suddenly out of no where he wants to go through 作文 and I'm like "Hell no! You come and disturb me when I'm doing serious work here?" (no, of course I didn't say that out loud) Then I put my stuff and listened. Then he suddenly ran out of things to say, so I took my stuff out again. And he was like, "多一个建议?" Then I just daoed him. And then he came over and asked me what I was doing. Still daoing. Then he was like, "是不是华文补习功课?有用吗?" Then he tries to pick up my work and I'm like, "HELL NO! OVER MY DEAD BODY YOU READ MY COMPO!" And there is awkward shuffling of paper to hide it and I lay on top of the stack going, "不要不要不要!" in a high-pitched voice. Which is like, my cute voice. Like, I don't pull my cute voice on teachers, but it just popped out. Thank God he left me alone after that. My face felt hot because I had actually pulled the cute voice and my friends were giggling. Then he walked back to the board (sadly, because he didn't get to read my lousy compo) and then after that he decided he didn't really need the last 建议 and then left us alone again. Like WHAT?!?!
Then after the lesson, Chinese debaters were supposed to meet him during recess, which was like immediately after the lesson. YES AND GUESS WHO GOT UN-LUCKY DRAWED. Then we sat down and talked about the debate. My Chinese was so pathetic. If there was a transcript of everything said, I swear I talked the most English and most of what I said was in English. Other than that, largely silence on my part. And then he was talking about something about speed and ease, but he couldn't find the word 'ease' and he said 'easability'. And I just said in this deadpan voice, "Ease". And then he started laughing his head off (at himself). And I was just staring blankly at the table in a daze without any apparant reaction. Only after he had finished laughing did I see the funny side and I was the only stupid ass sitting there smiling my head off. My extreme lag. I swear. I'm too serious. I'm like some uber-serious middle-aged working lady boss who has no time to smile and only workworkwork. Gosh I'm socially apathetic. But at least whatever little I said all made it to the paper or was brought out to discussion. ALL. Like, I was thinking about something and then I went, "Oh!" and he was only about to say something and he actually STOPPED for me to say my piece. Usually I'm just ignored. Heheh.
Today is such an awkward day. Another harrowing day in the life of an emotional rollercoaster. I feel quite dreadful now. A wave of sad, hurt, lonely feelings wash over me like the rolling waves of the sea, but they don't recede. They just ebb higher and higher.
-one math reflection later-
Okay, I feel better now. A bit. Hurrah.
-a bit of tumblr-in later-
Sherlock definitely lifts the spirits.
And seeing other people reblog you ;)
Especially the Sherlock posts ;))
bye :)
do you fear the night?
Wednesday, July 25, 2012 @ 7:28 AM
| 0 notesDuring Bio today, I came to a shocking revelation. I turn 15 next week.
I mean, like, SHIIIIT... I don't feel that I'm even mature enough to own the title of being 15. Especially with my shitty MSG of about 3.8 (not including IH) Not a very nice way of entering in 15th year of my life. And also, my birthday falls on a Friday (dammit) cos we should be abstaining from meat. And how am I going to tell the Lectors my birthday is next week cos they'll want to celebrate and it'll be so paiseh. Unless somehow they have records of my birthday (great) or I have to tell them (great, wayyy better). The worst would be not telling, because, well, they'll be so sorry and what not. Argh. How to tell them subtley? And of course I will feel obliged to bring something along for the celebration... Like, cake on Thursday, nothing on Friday and then cake again on Saturday. It's like everything stops for Friday.
I like not telling what my bro to get me cos he surprises me every time. At least he tries to. Last year's present was GOOD :D I hope I don't get another bottle of perfume (or the like) from my parent's godson's parents. And I haven't chosen my birthday present from my parents yet. And I can't wait to see my other presents!! (HINTHINTHINT) Lesley and Sarah, you better have gotten me something or I will... I don't know... dao you for the rest of the day. Or something. And of course, don't forget to bring it on Friday... if not I will just shake my head and click my tongue at you sadly. If you don't mind, I like my presents wrapped. The only nice kind of surprise I get nowadays. I don't have to elaborate on the nasty kinds of surprises...
I shall try to make it a point to begin my 15th year with an episode of Sherlock and Doctor Who each. My next epidose of Sherlock would be Series 2 Ep 1 and DW would be Series 6 Night Terrors. Yups. Also. I started on Series 1 from where I stopped. Next one is Aliens of London! I'm not going to care... afterall the next day is Saturday. I'm not going to give a damn about if there's training the next day. I'm going to WATCH SHERLOCK AND DW!
Aha. Today was damn awkward during Chinese lesson. There were onle 11 of us. Then there was nothing much to do so I took out my Chinese tuition work and started doing while 林老师 was writing something on the board. Suddenly out of no where he wants to go through 作文 and I'm like "Hell no! You come and disturb me when I'm doing serious work here?" (no, of course I didn't say that out loud) Then I put my stuff and listened. Then he suddenly ran out of things to say, so I took my stuff out again. And he was like, "多一个建议?" Then I just daoed him. And then he came over and asked me what I was doing. Still daoing. Then he was like, "是不是华文补习功课?有用吗?" Then he tries to pick up my work and I'm like, "HELL NO! OVER MY DEAD BODY YOU READ MY COMPO!" And there is awkward shuffling of paper to hide it and I lay on top of the stack going, "不要不要不要!" in a high-pitched voice. Which is like, my cute voice. Like, I don't pull my cute voice on teachers, but it just popped out. Thank God he left me alone after that. My face felt hot because I had actually pulled the cute voice and my friends were giggling. Then he walked back to the board (sadly, because he didn't get to read my lousy compo) and then after that he decided he didn't really need the last 建议 and then left us alone again. Like WHAT?!?!
Then after the lesson, Chinese debaters were supposed to meet him during recess, which was like immediately after the lesson. YES AND GUESS WHO GOT UN-LUCKY DRAWED. Then we sat down and talked about the debate. My Chinese was so pathetic. If there was a transcript of everything said, I swear I talked the most English and most of what I said was in English. Other than that, largely silence on my part. And then he was talking about something about speed and ease, but he couldn't find the word 'ease' and he said 'easability'. And I just said in this deadpan voice, "Ease". And then he started laughing his head off (at himself). And I was just staring blankly at the table in a daze without any apparant reaction. Only after he had finished laughing did I see the funny side and I was the only stupid ass sitting there smiling my head off. My extreme lag. I swear. I'm too serious. I'm like some uber-serious middle-aged working lady boss who has no time to smile and only workworkwork. Gosh I'm socially apathetic. But at least whatever little I said all made it to the paper or was brought out to discussion. ALL. Like, I was thinking about something and then I went, "Oh!" and he was only about to say something and he actually STOPPED for me to say my piece. Usually I'm just ignored. Heheh.
Today is such an awkward day. Another harrowing day in the life of an emotional rollercoaster. I feel quite dreadful now. A wave of sad, hurt, lonely feelings wash over me like the rolling waves of the sea, but they don't recede. They just ebb higher and higher.
-one math reflection later-
Okay, I feel better now. A bit. Hurrah.
-a bit of tumblr-in later-
Sherlock definitely lifts the spirits.
And seeing other people reblog you ;)
Especially the Sherlock posts ;))
bye :)
hobbit.whovian.sherlockian.