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okay. my juicy gossip entry is here.
okay. so anyway i went out with a guy [ THE FIRST TIME] haha. and anyway he's 3 years older than me doing his JC 1 now at some JC which i'm not going to tell you. and anyway we had a really good time. He writes too.[ plus point] and we went to the Singapore Arts Museum. Where i kinda got so enthusiastic that he laughed really loud and the guard went " SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" then we went to Paragon and had a coffee and wrote and edited each other's stuff. And then we went to the upper levels of paragon to look at their galleries ands exhibitions. After that we went to have dinner at subway and i basically went home. =D It was a really good time but i don't know if i'm going to do it again. :)
I've finally gotten to cleaning up my room its been a week and 4 days since exams ended and i haven't got round to doing it until today reluctantly of course anyway . i've packed 11 shelves, 1 table top and 2 corkboards. And i looked through alot of stuff and i guess thats why i took 5 and a half hours just to finish packing those. I looked at my Primary 3 journal and it made me laugh because it reminded me that when i was young, something as silly as a tiny eraser could break of a friendship. SO. anyway, i realise that i have actually been collecting tons of notebooks, so far i've gathered a total of 42 notebooks, consisting of scrapbooks, poetry collections, art portfolios, a few unfisnihed books, journals, MORE poetry collections, emotion recording and so on, so on. I ALSO realise that i have [ so far] a total of 223 books ranging from the Naughtiest gril in class by enid blyton to disgrace which won the booker prize. And of course i have 5 lesley pearse books, and TONY PARSON!!!!! well. by the end of this week i hope to finish clearing and tidying the rest of my room, which would include 2 table tops, 9 drawers and 2 cupboards. =/
today was one of the worst days in this whole entire school year. I suddenly felt really empty, and i guess the boredom of sitting like a duck in the classroom doing nothing just made things worse by allowing me to think about lots of stuff. and i was literally in a daze walking around thew\ school frowning and just thinking, letting thoughts and memories wash over me and that just made me sink into gloom, gloom and gloom. Well..
After that i went back to reading the Lesley Pearse book i bought which is called secrets and half way through i cried because i think she's such a great author that she managed to pull me into the story and walk in the feet of Adele the main character and feel her angst, her frustration and her everymove her every pain was felt by me. It was as if i was there in the Rye marshes[ where she lives with her grandmother] myself. And i myself was looking at those wonderful, beautiful hills and hillocks as the sun shyly set behind them And picking popsuckles and grand weeds from my granma to make wine with. And feeling the pain when Michael Baily leaves me and decides to go to oxford. And somehow, that loneliness of being left behind hit me. Because somehow i was feeling that too. And because of that i cried. For myself and Adele.
I'm really tired. Goodnight.
okay. so anyway i went out with a guy [ THE FIRST TIME] haha. and anyway he's 3 years older than me doing his JC 1 now at some JC which i'm not going to tell you. and anyway we had a really good time. He writes too.[ plus point] and we went to the Singapore Arts Museum. Where i kinda got so enthusiastic that he laughed really loud and the guard went " SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" then we went to Paragon and had a coffee and wrote and edited each other's stuff. And then we went to the upper levels of paragon to look at their galleries ands exhibitions. After that we went to have dinner at subway and i basically went home. =D It was a really good time but i don't know if i'm going to do it again. :)
I've finally gotten to cleaning up my room its been a week and 4 days since exams ended and i haven't got round to doing it until today reluctantly of course anyway . i've packed 11 shelves, 1 table top and 2 corkboards. And i looked through alot of stuff and i guess thats why i took 5 and a half hours just to finish packing those. I looked at my Primary 3 journal and it made me laugh because it reminded me that when i was young, something as silly as a tiny eraser could break of a friendship. SO. anyway, i realise that i have actually been collecting tons of notebooks, so far i've gathered a total of 42 notebooks, consisting of scrapbooks, poetry collections, art portfolios, a few unfisnihed books, journals, MORE poetry collections, emotion recording and so on, so on. I ALSO realise that i have [ so far] a total of 223 books ranging from the Naughtiest gril in class by enid blyton to disgrace which won the booker prize. And of course i have 5 lesley pearse books, and TONY PARSON!!!!! well. by the end of this week i hope to finish clearing and tidying the rest of my room, which would include 2 table tops, 9 drawers and 2 cupboards. =/
today was one of the worst days in this whole entire school year. I suddenly felt really empty, and i guess the boredom of sitting like a duck in the classroom doing nothing just made things worse by allowing me to think about lots of stuff. and i was literally in a daze walking around thew\ school frowning and just thinking, letting thoughts and memories wash over me and that just made me sink into gloom, gloom and gloom. Well..
After that i went back to reading the Lesley Pearse book i bought which is called secrets and half way through i cried because i think she's such a great author that she managed to pull me into the story and walk in the feet of Adele the main character and feel her angst, her frustration and her everymove her every pain was felt by me. It was as if i was there in the Rye marshes[ where she lives with her grandmother] myself. And i myself was looking at those wonderful, beautiful hills and hillocks as the sun shyly set behind them And picking popsuckles and grand weeds from my granma to make wine with. And feeling the pain when Michael Baily leaves me and decides to go to oxford. And somehow, that loneliness of being left behind hit me. Because somehow i was feeling that too. And because of that i cried. For myself and Adele.
I'm really tired. Goodnight.