Holidays! (one week only, sadly)

Yay! Finally trials are over. Almost killed me. Well, not really, but you know... One week...what should I do? I could/plan to:


1. Learn how to play basketball
2. Practise my guitar
3. Play pokemon (yay!)
4. Go watch imax
5. Go to the theme park
6. Learn photoshop
7. Study...wait, NO FREAKIN WAY!!!
...7.Give Lu a makeover
8. Teach Sabrina/Siew Lei music
9. Pig out on ice cream in front of the tv
10. Put on some weight......I can afford to...according to my BMI, I'm approximately 15 kgs underweight. Schweet.
11. Decorate my room 12. Draw
13. Write
14. Learn to play more songs on my guitar


But wait, it's holidays, and I should be jumping with joy right? How come I still feel sad? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Reasons I should be happy:


1. Holidays (duh)
2. New basketball
3. New CD
4. New GBA cartridge
5. Got famous amos cookies as a treat yesterday
6. New book
7. Free tickets to Th Lords of Dogtown (good, good movie)
8. Free tickets to the theme park
9. Free tickets to the imax theatre


Maybe it's because I'm being a spoilt brat. No wait, I've ALWAYS been a brat. Or something. I can't stand it. Everytime I want to just pick myself up and do something, I can't. I just feel exhausted. I can't sleep properly. I don't eat. I'm not even in the mood to read. What the hell. This is ridiculous. I can even go out with my friends to the cinema or theme park or something, but I don't feel like going near the telephone and calling them.


And this bloody headache isn't helping either.


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Ok, time to move on. That day I went to Sg Wang to get my cartridge and basketball, I saw this totally gross thing. There was this 40-something lady dressing up like a teenie-bopper. Gross! I mean she's not even remotely pretty (sorry) and she's wearing a low, low cut blouse w/spaghetti straps and baring her navel. You could even folds of fats and stretch marks on her tummy. Ew. And thought all the Ah-lians at Sg Wang were bad enough. What with their ridiculously bleached and stiff as a rod straightened hair. And strapless tops and tacky 'punk' jeans with holes all over. With MP3s blasting at full volume with 'oh-so punk' Simple Plan and Good Charlotte on them. Lame-os. If you were truly a music fan, firstly you wouldn't be listening to those bands, and secondly, the player wouldn't be at full volume as any sane music lover would take care of their ears. Come on, can't they tell it's totally obvious, they're trying to hard to be 'in'. Bleh. Slaves to fashion. I'm sorry, but I have absolutely zero respect for these kind of people.


Gah! I can't seem to stop talking. Which always gets me in trouble, offending people or whatnot. Wait, that's THEIR problem, not mine. Mwahaha. Oh well, I'm gonna shut up now. (Are those sighs I hear or what?) Ok, now that I've finished ranting, you can go and sleep. Or whatever. Or maybe you stopped reading at the first line. Or maybe you just read the ending, like some people do. Or maybe you won't even see this. Ok, oK! I'm signing off now. Arrivederci. Ciao. Hasta. Zai jian. Buh-bye.
I'm gonna zip my lips now, promise.