Friday, January 29, 2010
A Hundred and Three
It's the weekends!
I'm so relieved, I could weep.
6:18 PM
Thursday, January 28, 2010
A Hundred and Twot
For my birthday (10 Feb, people, write it down), all I really want is a great day. This is my idea of a great day:
First, we wake up for Subuh. After praying, we get dressed and go out to Pasir Ris Park; and by we I mean me and my family. If it's just us sisters we're gonna walk there; if my parents will come along, we'll go by car. We'll rent bikes and just cycle around for about, 2 hours, during which time we'll talk and laugh and (nina will) scream. It would be nice if I could put on my headphones for a while, too.
Afterwards, we'll all probably be famished, so we'll go to White Sands and get breakfast. Then we set off for home. At home, we rest and bathe and stuff, all the while watching Spongebob Squarepants - the kind of episodes that we've already watched, but only for a couple of times.
At around 1 or 2, we go off to a mall. I'm not gonna buy anything, I just want to walk around and pretend I can afford to buy all the stuff that I want. We could also rent a movie, go to the library, and play at the arcade for a while.
Then we all go home, everybody grabs a snack and we all watch a movie together until bedtime.
The End.
I don't think it's that hard, really.
However!
Just in case it can't come to fruit, I wrote up a list of things I'd like to have:
* Another Switchfoot album (or a couple more. or all of them)
* A bike (because cycling is easier than driving. or skating)
* A radio (the big fat kind where you pop in a CD and it blasts away!)
* A cat (Yes indeedy)
* A paint set (So I can unleash my mad skillz)
* A Gameboy (with the old pokemon, not the fake s*** they have these days)
* A kazoo (i mean, seriously, who wouldn't want one?)
Sabrina is NOT Sabrina! (cause sabrina means patience and sabrina doesn't patience, gedditgeddit?)
1:38 AM
Friday, January 22, 2010
A Hundred and One
These days, I don't feel content just sitting around doing nothing. Well, that's not really true. I still do. I just feel better when I have something to do with my hands. I love having a project to do. But not the school kind. The I'm-doing-it-'cause-I-want-to-and-I-can kind (all those dashes are terribly bothersome). If I don't have anything to do, I get bored. The way I'm bored right now. I'm literally swinging my legs from boredom, though I admit, the swinging is a rather thrilling sensation.
I think I'm going to stitch up another little bag, but a pouch this time.
RANDOMATTACK!Sometimes, when I type on the keyboard, I pretend I'm a piano maestro.
I want a bike and a cat and a laptop and world peace.
I sometimes feel like strangling Kak Hannah when she sleeps on our bed's blanket, which means that I don't get my fair share, and I can't pull it off from under her, cause her dreams weigh her down. Bloody heavy.
I get a thrill when somebody recognises Switchfoot. Not so thrilled when said person goes on to ask, "Didn't they disband, like, two years ago?"
When I go out, I hope people look at me and think I'm free-spirited. Or at least a little weird, but in an intriguing way.
I don't really give a damn whether the kids at school wear ankle socks or eat sweets in class, to be honest.
I know Lover, You Should've Come Over has sappy lyrics, but Jeff Buckley sings it so amazingly I made an exception.
I went through the 5 stages of grief. Now I've accepted that friends really do come and go.
4:22 PM
Friday, January 08, 2010
Ninety-Nine
First week of school. Over.
I'm exhausted.
It's the being a prefect thing.
Being a prefect isn't really a tiring gig, unless you're a Pre-U student. Especially a Pre-U 2 student. Not only do we have to keep an eye out for students, we also have to organize a lot of things: events, competitions, briefings. It involves a lot of meetings, proposals, chasing after students, chasing after teachers. There's always something that needs to be done, and always something that gets in your way that requires a massive leap of effort and patience.
I don't think people appreciate or understand what we do. I sure never did. People just don't know the effort and energy that we put into what we do. We always try so hard, despite the many limitations that we have. It always bums me, then, when people say that the events that we have organized or the ideas that we have come up with are boring or unnecessary or just plain blah. We give it our all, and for some people it's never enough. I mean, it's easy for them to say, right? What do they know? I'd like to see
them doing what we do, and still say the same things they used to say at the end of the day.
But it has its rewards, of course. I do enjoy the organizing and planning and discussing: it's fun. And I've definitely learnt a lot of important things. So it's good, too.
But, people. A little thanks, please. Just a little. It would totally make my day.
Well, in any case, I'm glad the weekends are here. Time to recharge with family, coffee, music and cartoons.
6:46 PM
