Thursday, July 07, 2005
God, I'm so fucking scared.
Throwing you kisses @ 5:10 PM
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
May 5
H-BDAIIZ LILZ!!
Throwing you kisses @ 6:27 PM
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May 4HAPPIE B-DAIIZ JOY!!!Yep. Another birthday (late as usual). And interestingly enough, it was one week after Sharon's birthday.
Here's what I've realized:
Look closer.
Find anything yet?
Look even closer!!
Fine, guess you're having a bad day. Here, let me enlighten you.
TADA!! Isn't that something? They're all born a week from each other.
Kind of reminds me of << Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants >>.
Only not because Dimitri's a guy and I'm pretty sure he wont fit into Shar's jeans which will probably only come up as capris. Pink is one thing but is any guy that comfortable about their sexuality to wear tight-ass jeans?
Yeah boy shake that ass!!
Oops I mean girl, girl girl girl.
Actually no. I meant boy. HAHA.
***
I didn't do anything special with Joy that day. But that's okay, she has her own group of friends and I'm sure they did something nice. Which they did, they gave her surprise party. ;)
Don't you just love pleasant suprises? I sure do.
A lesson from Kristen, the Happie Bunny :p
Anyways, according to my trusty notepad document where I joted down the happenings of my life with extensive details (oxymoron?), Bree, Madz, Chris, Liam, Kaitai and I stayed at the little park downstairs and had a REALLY fun time.
A FUN TIME THAT I CANNOT REMEMBER!! Jeez, not so trusty now, is it?
All I know is that Bree came over afterwards. Hey, actually that might be the reason she was there. I think we were going to work on something at my place and the TRIO (Liam, Kaitai and Chris) came along as they always do with Madz. It was just like <<>>. Just the six of us. Just the six of us having hell of a time...
THAT I CAN'T REMEMBER!!
I cant even remember if Bree decided I was Monika or Pheobs...
Throwing you kisses @ 6:06 PM
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Tuesday, July 05, 2005
May 3Instead of doing Library period 3, we went out to play soccer... wow.
Way to feel incompetent.
There they go! Dribbling the soccer ball across the field, shotting spetacular goals, setting the field ablaze with their hot
hot hot moves.
And then there's me... jogging around, trying to steal the ball away, always staying in the lower end of the field, leaving all the work and probably fun to the experts playing forward.
Well, I
did do some work and have
some fun stealing the ball away, didn't I?
Note: keyword -
trying to steal the ball awayWOOT!! Well, at least I was decent. Ain't no point in being depressed on a nice spring day.
I really need to start training soon.
Training? My foot. I have too little peserverence (however you spell that) and determination. I can't even bring myself to burn some calories in my summer vacation when ALL I do at home is type, eat, type, drink, eat, type, sleep, eat, eat, drink, and sleep. That's how sad I am. Geez. I have no life.
All my friends are away at mono. Some music camp and I was stupid enough to forget my violin in school which is now locked up for good.
Way to build up my own self esteem. Hey, not my fault when most of my close friends are so damn good at everything.
Liam: Soccer /mostly everything else
Sarah: EVERYTHING
Suz: Soccer + Skating
Court: Syncro
May: Hip Hop
Kristen: Soccer
Madi: Soccer
Bree + Mel: Tennis
and...
Kaitai: EVERY SINGLE DAMN THING EVER INVENTED.
#!$%#@%@#&^
And me?
I used to be good at things. Keywords: Used To.
Why can't I have a magic finger that makes me the pro at everything that I touch? You know like that king that turns everything to gold, only I don't around freezing people and turning them into gold.
Actually, that wouldn't be half bad. There's quite a few people I just want to touch.
Whoa. That sounded wrong. But no matter, a little touching wont hurt. :)
How I would love to touch Wes and Veljko... O yes... YES... MORE!!! GIMME MORE!!
But Wes and Veljko are another story that I'm not willing to touch on just yet. But condemn you both if you hurt either Rach or Bree. Well, it's actually a little late for that... Gah... how I wish I can just turn you into statues forever. Actually, scratch that, I'll keep you alive for the sake of Rach and... maybe Bree?
But hey, if everything I touches turns into gold. It wouldn't be half bad. I'll have infinite wealth. And we ALL know what that means!
SHOPPING SPREES!!!
FOOD SPLURGES!!!
and...
ya. that's it.
O how I would love to soak myself in oatmeal (not the instant kind) and let nature do its wonders on my beaten up skin.
It's summer. I don't just want to show skin. I want to show smooth and beautiful skin...
That'll never be mine. =(
O I feel so sad I can cry. Not.
But poor Kaitai, we all know how guys want girls with after shave commercial models with satin like skin. O my poor baby, I'm sorry I can't fulfil your every whim and desire. Here, let me make it up to you.
OOPS.
I think I just turned him into a statue.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
O my poor poor baby!!! What did I do??
I've turned your skin a golden tone.
I've turned your eyes gleaming bright.
I've turned you rock hard.
I've turned you into my personnal property.
Hmm...
Actually, that doesn't sound half bad. Especially the last parts.
Yes, I can see it now. My very own rock hard Kaitai. mmm... Yumm...
MINE... ALLLLLLL MINE!! BACK OFF! HE'S MINE!!
HAHA, just kidding.
or am I?
Throwing you kisses @ 9:51 PM
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May 2MUSIC MONDAY!!!Why am I so excited? I have no clue.
It's merely a day for us to play that dreaded song "A Little Music" and sit through the awfully boring speeches that the educational authorities made. The good parts? Lex's paragraph about music which reminded me of china where everyone wrote in flowly launguages that soothes the mind but made little meaning. Unfortunately, none of that beautiful art rubbed off on me so I'm still here babbling on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
Okay you get my
poingpoint.
We also played pirates aka Pirates of the Caribbean. Which unfornately, I couldn't find a place to upload that music file. Ahhh... yes. pirates. good memory.
Good old POTC. My favourie drug. | )
Throwing you kisses @ 6:35 PM
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April 30I think I already said how disgusted I am by
UTS for taking Bree.
But I think this'll back me up in my arguement.
Throwing you kisses @ 5:48 PM
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April 29Not much to be said, because there's not much I can remember. All I wrote down was.
apr 29 kaitai walking me homeI guess that speaks for itself...
Throwing you kisses @ 5:46 PM
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April 28I don't remember what happened that day. I wrote something like
apr 28 mel + keith, snoopin...
Throwing you kisses @ 5:43 PM
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April 27Before I get to anything, I'd like to remind you all that "today" is...
SHARON'S BIRTHDAY!!!WOOT WOOT!! *toots noisemakers*
Happie very Belated Birthday Sharon Baby!!!
Ya, okay, so I'm two months late on wishing her a happie birthday but at least i cared enough to bring wrapping paper, ribbons etc etc to decorate Shar's locker.
When I got there (I can't recall what time I got there), I saw a very frantic rach pacing Shar's locker because she doesn't have any decorating materials. FRET NOT.
WOMANMAN IS HERE!!!
So I took off my invisible glasses and transformed from plain old Dorcy Chen to WOMANMAN!!!
And with a swish of my waist-length black hair, I retrieved from my all-mighty bag, decorations.
And so begins the frantic decorating craze. It was only too bad that we didn't get to finish before the bell rang. I'm really REALLY sorry Shar. Sharon didn't say much, but you could tell she was skeptical of the not-yet-finished locker decorations that did not extend to be ceiling-height like Rachel's or Simon's. Her blog confirmed my guesses.
It was too bad though. The only reason that Rachel's and Simon's locker decorations extended ceiling high was because they were decorated by Wes who piled all sorts of junk onto their lockers. Besides, Wes (Cheese) was rejected by Sharon when he had tried to ask her out. And Wes being Wes, wasn't very likely to decorate that someone's locker. Personally, I say... Well, I wouldn't say anything. It's not my life/ story to blog-whore about.
Although... I'd like to say alot more about that Wes Pilkington.
...
It didn't sound like a very happie birthday for Sharon. She spent the entire day alone and her dad didn't even bother wishing her a simple Happie Birthday.
How could such a beautiful day be so bad for the Birthday Girl?
...
On a happier note, here's an excerpt of the things that Kaitai and I exchanged (verbally) on the way back to our lockers from honour orchestra rehearsal.
K: That was horrible playing. I could hear you all the way from where I sat.
D (That's me btw): Um... You sit right across me, less than a meter away.
K: ... um... ya and it sounded terrible.
D: HAHA. No joke, I mean, if i can hear your
atrocious playing from where I sat, it must have been hard on your ears today.
K: I know! Well, at least I'm not killing pigs anymore.
D: ...
K: Okay, when I first got my viola, my mom
(his mom is super violinist btw) said me playing sounded like I was killing a
pig. Then it got better and I was promoted to killing a
cat. Early this year, it became killing a
chicken and now it's finally decent.
D: HAHA.
D: Too bad I'm still killing a
baby.
o_0
Throwing you kisses @ 5:38 PM
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April 26Our drama presentation was a flip-flopping whole FORTY minutes long!!
That ought to be a record. Except for the movie that Wes, Cam, and Matt made for Lord of the Flies. I must say, even though I can't seem to recall when this full-length film had its first premier, it was quite the impressive school video project for us 13/14 year-olds. The word "full-length" ought to have shed some light on the work put into it.
But enough about that 2-hour long film. I will not have anything, i repeatm, ANYTHING cover the glorious glamour of the play that I spent 6 hours editing.
Okay, enough credit-whoring. It wasn't that great anyways.
It's actually sort of really stupid. If that sentence made any grammatical sense whatsoever. All I know is that we majorly improvised. But that wasn't bad considering we had 27 whole pages worth of lines. Personnally, I did okay, line-memorization wise. I'm not the best actress. Being able to cry on command isn't all there is to being an actress. Besides, what's the point of being a good actress if I ain't thinking of using that to earn a living? It's all quite contradictory. If you proudly display your superior acting skills to all your "lowly inferiors", surely one day, some paranoid freak will come to question your every move and your every display of emotion.
She's merely acting. they'll say.
Which sort of makes me question if I should cry on command in plays now...
But hey. At least my insane laughter is still genuine. Too bad I can't stop laughing on command.
Dang that Shayan for walking in randomly in the middle of our play and giving us that infamous Shayan look which immediately cracked me up. It didn't help that i had to use a roll of tape as "an expense $50 silver-plated roses". So it sounded something like:
"Here's your... *breathe* Here's your... (let's try that again) Here's your fifty-dol... HAHAHAHAHAH... dollar roses... HAHAHAHAHAHAH"
And what do all my o-so-supporting classmates (esp. Kaitai) do to help me stop laughing?
That's right, ladies and gentlemen, they...
DROP ONTO THE GROUND LAUGHING!!
Wonder if they were laughing with me or laughing
at me.
That's seriously pathetic.
***
Seems like the entire day was really pathetic and awkward.
Kaitai was walking me home. (He volunteered. like he always does :D ) And because he couldn't stay, I graciously told him i would humour him by walking him to the Kipling stop, just because I'm the gracious lady that I am.
Or not. More like I just want to see him for another 2 minutes.
But shhhhh... That'll be our little secret :)
Only problem was, I only got my 5 second share of what i had anticipated to be 120 seconds.
Call it male-intuition but Kaitai had long (well... 4 seconds) let go of my hand, before he suddenly pointed in the direction of my building to direct my attention to my sister and good o' dad. Perhaps his amazing baseball senses are paying off.
Hey hey, don't get me wrong. I'm not in the least afraid of my parents finding out. In fact, I'm pretty sure that they know of the fact that me and Kaitai share a close if not
intimate relationship. =p
But gee, thanks dad. Thanks for ruining my moment, thanks for making me not say a goodbye to Kaitai... AGAIN!
Throwing you kisses @ 5:13 PM
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April 25I'm having short-term amnesia. lalala.
unfortunately it's only short-term...
Drama's due "tomorrow" (april 26), so we went to Bree's house to work on it. It's all too bad that I never got to say goodbye to Kaitai. Not a proper one anyways.
All I had the "good" fortune to do was to mutter "Bye" as I walked past him, following Bree who's heading towards her dad's car. As I passed, he reached for my hand and tugged at me, asking silently with his eyes for me to stay. Then he realized that I couldn't make Bree's dad wait or risk a PDA in front of so many irrelevant people, so he reluctantly let me go and said "Bye".
It wasn't much, but it made my day.
The fact that he tried to keep me just warms me all up on a cold day as such.
***
Anyways. I felt sorry for eric.
We were going over our lines and there was this particular line that Eric said that simply could not please Bree. So she spent 15 minutes on that line, correcting Eric.
That's sort of really pointless if you ask me. It is
but a line. Besides, it makes perfect sense either way you say it, so does it really matter?
Okay, so I'm overreacting, but take in mind this little factor: Eric likes Bree. And I'm guessing being corrected by the person you're falling for for 15 whole minutes in a criticizing tone doesn't exactly help your pride.
But... that's really not any of my business.
However, if you start dissing up the script which you haven't spent SIX hours editing on a fine fine Saturday, then it gets personnal. I'd like to see you try spending your precious shopping hours staring stoned at a computer screen...
Throwing you kisses @ 1:34 PM
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I'm hungry.
What does a girl have to do around here to get some food???!!!
Well, not much. But that's not the point.
April 24Remember how I was complaining about how I'm so under-appreciated? Well...
I STAND MY GROUND!!
It's so frustrating. I can't believe I put with all this. Jeez. I must really be some kind of pathetic softie to do it. Blehhh
I can't believe I'm still friends with Mel after she just completely ignored my efforts in correcting the darn script just "yesterday".
My bad. Actually I can.
It's so annoying how easily I forgive people just because of one kind little thing that they do.
The story is I went to Mel's house and she was
so incredibly nice to me, it's quite freaky. Just when I found yet another reason to severe our terms, she comes up to me with this huge smile and friendly hug. Tell me. How am I supposed to reject that? Besides, it's not like I can just end a friendship. It just doesn't work that way.
If she has flirted with your first ever major crush and made you so completely miserable, I think you have enough reasons to severe your ties. LALALA. I didn't hear that!!
You useless softie! LALALA. I didn't hear that either!!
Fine, deny yourself the truth.LALALA. Not listening!
You shouldn't just let her trample over you like that.Still not listening!
FineFine.
But it's not my fault though. It honestly isn't and it isn't Mel's either.
Mel can be just about one of the best friends when she wants to be. I mean, who else called me from Queens? (excluding the fact that no one had calling cards/ cheap cell phone plans) Besides, her warmth is quite contagious. I don't know. But when someone subjects you in such a heart-warming shower of affection, it's sort of hard to reject him or her.
And, we all have our moments. I know I get on a lot of people's nerves. My non-stop hysterical laughter can certainly annoy.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm one step closer to annoying the heck out of everyone.
Speaking of annoying. Do you know I'd
really really like to annoy?
Marko.
Yes, that infamous playboy that went out with Mel for a mere two weeks. Or better yet. He had the benefits of having a girlfriend without ever having to go out with her. And what's his pathetic excuse for dumping her?
Bum bum
buuuuumShe's too hyper.
OH-MY-GOD. That really is a valid excuse.
Sure, Mel can be a bit hyper at times, but if you really liked her before, you should have been able to see past it or at least worked it out. Furthermore, you shouldn’t have told her that you liked her in the first place and led her to believe that you two were going out when your affection wasn't mutual at all.
And now... you've set your eyes on Bree.
Fine, no problem there since Bree seems to be quite taken with your charm as well. Only problem is: Are you worth her while?
Personally, I'd say no.
Because as Mel and I have established that night. You're commitment-phobic. Unless you learn to commit, my dear Marko boy, I'm afraid I'll have to interfere with all your possible relationships with any of my friends who is looking for a real man who will go out of his way to make her smile.
Throwing you kisses @ 12:53 PM
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Monday, July 04, 2005
ding-dang it. i was just reading over some of my entries and half the time, i dont make sense. my sentenses are all jumbled up and... eh. too bad.
Throwing you kisses @ 2:25 PM
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July 3
okley, forget order. i had another dream and we all know i dont get those alot. i've had like 3 this year. and sadly, kaitai's involved in all three.
the first two were more like fantasies, while this one is like... meet the mother-in-law.
i cant remember exactly what happened cause i went to eat. :p
anyhow. i think a bunch of us was having a sing-along and what not under what seems to be a building, joy's old building no less. it was just the usual gang. the usual JGA crew. then it started raining and so we hid in the swimming pool until we realized that all mighty Zeus must have broken up with some other hot chick goddess and his ever-so-faithful wife is crying her eyes out again and she doesnt seem to be proffering any signs of easing up. as much as i love to swim/ work out, it's much much more prominent for me to answer the callings of home sweet home.
so i stood up, and the fact that we all needa go home before the storm gets worse suddenly dawned upon everyone else so we took our pertayful umbrellas which seemed to have materialized out of nowhere and strutted home in as much grace and composture as ducks do in a thunderstorm as such.
so i rushed home, passing a few of the neighbours along my way, and holding on tight to my flimsy umbrella which is showing more and more signs of giving away with each passing second under the immense abuse of fist-sized raindrops. so i got to what i thought was my building and walked up the
flights of stairs (????) to the 12th floor and saw nothing familiar in sight.
so i swerved my head in search of anything that might tingle my memory. but to no avail.
it's quite a strange floor too.
there was no corridor the staircases just opened up to an apartment-like space kinda like how Meg Cabot described the pent house suite of the rich chick who was friends with Princess Amelia... Mignonette... kljjiasd23r2. so people walked freely up and down those stairs looking into all that is going on in that apartment.
but anyhow i looked around and found... *drum roll*
KAITAI'S MOM!!!
now that's freaky. she was sitting on the bed against the wall looking at something. it was freakishly realistic. i could see every single detail of that bed and every single feature of his mom. the sheets were pink with red flowers strewn on at random places.
speaking of the bed. isn't it extremely strange that you would put it somewhere everyone using the staircases can see it? personally, i wouldn't like it very much if everyone could see my awful sleeping composture. i guess kaitai wouldn't mind though, since according to dimitri and people, he's very good at sleeping in a small space without moving. that bum. i'm a beast in bed. i cant stay still. by morning, my pillows and blankets would end up on the ground and i would either be on the ground with them or sprawled out on the bed or scrunched up in a lil corner against the wall. mom says she pities the guy that has to put up with me in bed. haha.
o don't worry mom. we won't be sleeping. ;)
but anyhow. kaitai's mom told me i cuold just take the 44 Kipling bus (it's exactly something kaitai would do, see me get lost on the ttc again). but i interrupted her halfway saying that i'd rather call my dad so he can pick me up. even in my dreams i was conscious of how if i stayed a bit longer, i would catch kaitai coming home. strange.
speaking of strange, there was this very VERY interesting piece of picture done using red, white, and black sand on their counter. the sand was placed on the picture divided into two sections, in such a way that if u look at every combination of sand you would see a different picture. like white and white was just a boy and girl facing each other. black and black was too people hugging.
white + white : boy + girl facing each other
black + black : boy + girl hugging
white + black : boy + girl kissing
black + white : boy + girl kissing
red + red: boy + girl kissing
i remember as i tilt the picture to get a better angle of the picture, kaitai's mom was saying to me: "you like that angle don't you?" quite embarrasing.
anyhow. kaitai's dad came home, somehow i put lilz dad in place of kaitai's dad. o well. because at that time. my dad's cell rang and woke me up.
Throwing you kisses @ 11:46 AM
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Sunday, July 03, 2005
April 23guess what i did that saturday? *looks excited*
Did I...
a) go shopping
b) go to the movies
c) go to a rave party
d) attempt pot
e) get wasted
f) have a wild and crazy make out session
g) laugh myself silly watching family guy that i almost peed my pants
h) get abused my sister
i) hit more bases with kaitai
j) have wild and passionate sex
or better yet
k) all of the above?
did you guess "all of the above"?
yes. it was sweet sweet love we made that night after getting stoned and wasted... ahhh
congratulations on guessing it.
...
WRONG!!
my foot i got laid. and i wouldn't wanna get stoned in a bagillion years. yes, im prudish. happie?
guess what i actually did?
i spent FIVE WHOLE HOURS in front of the computer editing a 27 page long script!!! a script that was supposed to be group work. so much for that. i can easily say without any guilt that i did most of the work on this stupid script, which might explain the shitty state that it was in. while the other female members of my group was having fun with eric (no, they didn't get laid either) on the first day that we got together... i spent my time outlining the entire script. etc etc.
fine, they get credit too. cause i wasn't there for 2 of the gatherings. they DID write the other half of the script. im just pissed that...
I WASN'T APPRECIATED FOR MY 5 HOUR EDITING ON A BRIGHT AND BEEYOOTIFUL SATURDAY!!
there.
think about it. since when have i spent my weekdays indoors since the beginning of spring? i'm always out playing badminton/ volleyball/ swimming/ running/ just being crazy and annoying everyone in sight. okay, maybe not the last part.
but noooooooooooOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo, i had to read through the flip-flopping thing over and over again, making sure that there're stage directions in every single scene, standadize all the directions, cut out line that don't flow, add lines to balance out the parts, and basically just redoing half the script over. only it took alot longer because i had to
a) read through it
b) disagree with it
c) highlight it
d) delete it
e) think of what im gonna replace it with
f) type it out
but when you're writing the scenes, you're just
a-z) writing it out.
well, it felt good though. cause NO ONE can complain about me not contributing to the drama assignment.
it felt good until i told mel about my hard work on
our script and she merely said "o" with no offer to help or words of encouragement or thank you or whatever. instead she proceeded to tell me about how far ahead she is on her biography assignment. the very biography assignment i've been procratstinating and couldn't do that day because i was working on
OUR drama assignment.
why do you all take it for granted that i spent 9 hours on this retarded project? jeez. because you dont realize it?
gee, thanks guys. but fine, it's a common mistake. i neglect the
extreme efforts of bush trying to keep war peace too. so it's quite alright.
but i just
told you i have been editing the flip-flopping thing for 4 hours straight and you say NOTHING!?!?!
o whoops, my bad. you said "o".
...
...
...
jeez, listen to myself. why couldn't i just have said that? to people who actually should listen to this yada-yada blabber and not to the poor suffering ears of kaitai who are the only ears that are willing to listen to me complain when im in a horrible horrible mood.
blehh. kaitai is right. im a stupid weakling. i never stand up for myself. because im "happie" that im doing good for the group. because im nowhere "mean" enough to shove this onto the shoulders of others. because my conscience is stupid and retarded so i cant let bree, eric or mel do this because then i'd be a bad friend.
so much for getting treated like a friend in return.
so much for what goes around comes around.
then again, maybe thats just me. i like feeling that im doing the right thing. i enjoy convincing myself that im nice, and kind and everything i strive to be and managing time and time again to keep the shallowness under my skin. i just cant have that guilt haunting me.
blehhh... when can i learn to ditch that stupid conscience of mine and step up to the world and declare that the silenced ungrateful, vicious bitch within has surfaced?
Throwing you kisses @ 10:41 PM
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apr 22 kaitai leave 4.30, chose bball. me spaz. mel thinks i ditched her. got pissed. everyone pissed. mitri party. airplanes.
April 22ya, so im franctically trying to catch up because im actually looking forward to bloggin bout quebec and grad. they're such a dramatic 2 weeks. so much has happened. so many juicy events.
o dear me. im starting to sound like gossip girl.
but doesn't love a good gossip?
unfortunately, there's no gossip today. sooo...
well, it was friday right? the day of dimitri's party. i had thought wistfully for the day that i would have the 1 hour before dimitri's party to hang out with kaitai.
yes, unfortunately, i am quite clingy after school.
but nooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo. mr o-look-at-me-im-so-athletic decided to play basketball with his lil jocky friends. leaving me sitting alone in a dark lil corner sobbing my eyes out. o my poor tattered heart. how will i ever face him again??
just kidding.
dont get me wrong, i love it when guys play basketball or just ball in general. its so damn hott. well, as long as you can play. or maybe it's just entertaining since im absolutely the inept person that ever walked the face of this planet. so, of course, that made me feel o-so-incompetent whenever i watch mr im-so-good-at-everything-i-do play any sports. so that's why i refuse to linger at any sport fields. be it basketball courts, tennis courts, swimming pools (unless we're just trying to soak ppl), or football field. i know alotta the girls loiter around the courts staring at the o-im-so-muscular guys sweat it out during lunchtime. me? i try to steer clear. i have better things to do than to stare at kaitai (even though i wouldn't mind doing that in the least *wink*) and make myself seem like my world revolves round boys aka boy - kaitai.
but thats not entirely true. i've also came to the conclusion that kaitai cant play when he's aware that im watching. you shoulda seen him at badminton. he lost EVERY SINGLE POINT to
shayan!!! *gasp* yeps. so im actually doing him a favour by not being physically present. ain't i gracious?
sooooooo, me refusing to be physically present of course doesn't aid the situation when he chooses basketball when i want him with me. now. i absolutely refuse to plead with him to go avec moi because i hate to give him the "upper hand".
okay, i confess. there is no upper hand. we're kinda equals. and i beam proudly at this fact. :D
but no matter. i have too much pride and stupid "girl logic" in that retarded airhead of mine to tell him to come with me. so i sat sulking.
mel, who did not understand the situation (even though she fully should since EVERY SINGLE SECOND of her after school time was spent with mr linton) wanted to the plaza to grab a bite and she wanted me to come along. well, me, being the selfish brat that i am declined her
kind and generous offer and spazzed.
of course, i realize that friends should
always always come before guys but a small goodbye wouldn't be too hard would it? yet, she never gave me that opportunity. besides, i never even found it in me to walk to dominion that day anyways. so i told her she can go ahead and go to grab food while i wait for everyone to come outta stage.
fine, i lied a lil. im waiting a bit for kaitai too.
but you cant blame me. im
not ditching you. im merely immune to sweet sweet calling of food drifting from dominion. im most definitely not ditching you for kaitai. how could i? when im much much below an stupid airhead aka a lowly round bouncy piece of plastic/rubber inflated with air aka basketball. i didn't have him in the first place. so, it's technically impossible to ditch you for something i dont have.
eh. im making "excuses" [rolls eyes]. im sorry. but dont get pissed at me. i dont deserve it.
realize that i dont even got a goodbye and this is friday! the day of the week that signifies the parting of TWO WHOLE DAYS.
okay, that sounded desparate. but you got my point.
so in the end, im a ditcher who places her most most beloved friends below a "stupid guy who doesn't matter in her life
in the least when she has been crying over him for an entire term".
WOOT WOOT.
***now. onto the actual party itself. it was tres fun. lots of presents for rach and shar and mitri. also ppl got freaked out by my
awsm awsm (roll eyes) contortionism skills. so i offered, together with may to show them the intense art of "airplanes" which is u supporting someone lying flat wiht your legs and arms.
liam is horrible at it. not that he's weak but hes so funny to look at that you cant help but laugh and roll over.
haha. thank god for a tres fun party. dimitri always knows how to throw a party. :D
Throwing you kisses @ 9:32 PM
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Restless
10:28a.m.
Home
Sunny
Yellow Tank + Green LaSenza PJs
$230 (69 thongs)
Nothing
Cough 
No one
Only Hope
Make plans
Thinking
High School
Kaitai
