just a little older that’s all.

this post hasn’t got capitals ’cause i don’t see the need for them, and yes, i’m lazy with the shift key (we’re having a cold war :O).

i’m soo in love with damien rice- he’s got the best string arrangements ever and his lyrics just make me melt! i am going to buy O, like, soon, ’cause i like his songs a lot and yeah so i will, like a loyal groupie, go buy his cd.

on another note, Julian is either chauvinistic or boob-obsessed, or both. Whenever he’s around conversation always end up being about girls’ racks. apparently his choir people were trying to decide what to get the girls for valentine’s day and someone suggested a bra, then some genius guy went ’sing a flat!’ bleargh talk about nice guys, bad guys, and pervertic guys, really.

i do get why the guys can talk about racks and why they go ‘okay too much information!’ when i say something, but it’s not fair. sometimes i hate being a girl, but i adore shopping too much. and yeah i think i should make an effort to not say what i want to when i’m around certain people, which sucks, ’cause it’s so sucky having to think about what others’ opinions of you are. but i really don’t want to have a reputation or anything, god forbid it be with a capital ‘r’.

i bought that skirt from mango, the guys think it’s a ripoff. but i like it, so there. and i got this really cheap top, $13, from forever21, in this mustard colour that somehow goes with black without making me look like a bumblebee. AND NEW SHOES :D I LOVE SHOES. I wish other places were more affordable, though (other places not in far east).

bleargh got ulcers on my tongue, and the roof of my mouth aches like total shit due to stupid metal rod pushing my teeth apart (”what metal rod?”) and i can never finish what i eat ’cause food gets stuck behind/infront/on top of stupid metal rod. i think this is the worst sort of diet ever, i hate eating but I WANT TO, dammit.

yesterday while walking to park mall busstop from plaza singapura, i saw this acsi/acjc (either one) guy getting off the bus, with his tennis racket and bag and all, and he was damn hot (i wish i was better looking lah grrr). so like a few seconds after that, i passed by (overtook that is)  this whole group of ri guys, talking like they were neighbourhood school kids, with the nasal gay voice and all (why is it that only acs people don’t have the gay voice!), and i overheard them saying that they thought the acs guy muttered ‘ri sucks’ at them. at the traffic light they were still talking about it, saying things like “ri pwns”, like pronounced “pohns” instead of owns, and i wanted to turn round and say, “well duh”, but i’m not pretty enough to warrant them being embarassed about it. does my logic follow? urgh i dont want to explain.

and then in the field around dhoby ghaut this whole class of ri guys was making a whole lot of noise and acting really beng, you know, like, jocklike, pissing me and some aunties/middleaged women off.

being biased sucks, but acs>ri, anytime. i am such a bimb i tell you, but I DO MY HOMEWORK OMG I AM DOING MY DISCUSSION ZUOWEN THINGY. *gloats*

~ by sydney on February 13, 2007.