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Saturday, August 14, 2004

It's a month to my birthday!!!!

(hint hint nudge nudge) *grinz*

Hee. Went for The Angina Monologues last nite...Jacintha. She really can sing, although she needs to work on the monologue part a little. But it was pretty good. It was at the Cafe Studios...or Studio Cafe...or something like that. The Arts House. Yeah. and everybody there seemed to know each other. it was like a social gathering. Beautiful. Ohh and there was this part

Jac: Bloody fish net stockings...keep getting caught

Ang Moh guy: *laughs at her*

Jac: *glares*. You try! *looking at another group of men* Of course, you boys have, havnt you?

lol. It was such a warm, almost family like atmosphere. nothing like a stage play. And she has such a velvety voice...sigh. the keyboardist was great too...she kept having to cue jacintha in cuz she kept missing the sequence haha. AND there was this cute indian boy but nvm. *winkz*

Anyway, I had a pretty good week. im so glad im over any adoloscent crushy yicky feelings. they tend to ruin everything haha. so being free from any crush, infatuation or relationship ROCKS. no mood swings, no self esteem problems, no heart ache, no head aches. and i dont have to worry about how i look, as long as I like it. FREEDOM. oh yeah. :p

I still havnt finished that Jane Eyre essay though. Gonna start and finish it right after I'm done blogging. And if you don't see me online it's cuz I promised myself I wont come online till I have no more work to do. haha. Lit rocks. As does 3304. It's hilarious.

Scene: TJC Library, 2nd floor, 2nd table in front of the staircase

Players: Siying, Azzah, Eunice, Houston and yours truly

Action: Well, supposedly doing maths, studying lit, studying lit, studying history and doing maths respectively. But...

We ended up coming up with this stupid dictionary cum thesaurus thing. haha. Thus, we are Eunice once a month (yes, boys AND girls), should not do a Mostapha if we wanna get any marks for a test, are doing a Siying when we cant hear what goes on right next to us, not do an Azzah if we dont want the whole lecture hall to stare at us, shouldnt do a Houston if we dont wanna get thrown in jail and really really shouldnt do a Valerie cuz nobody likes getting poked. Im entitled to though, cuz i AM Valerie. and there was a whole lot more, but i cant really remember. haha. (and if you don't understand this, it's perfectly alright. it's a proof of your sanity.)

AND i failed NAFA. again. sigh. demoralizing, really. except that i didnt train, so i didnt expect anything. Still. im gonna train for the re-test. it's so sad. and it really cant be that hard to do, so i AM gonna pass it.

Speaking about sanity, have you heard about the insanity theory? well, basically it states that if you think you are sane, you arent. now that you agree that you arent, you are sane. changed your mind? that means you re insane. and blah blah blah. ingenious. 3304. has GOT to read it. haha.

Hrm. that jane eyre essay is staring at me. seriously. i can see it's eyes. that is freaky. ok. gtg...will be back :D




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name: Valerie
age: 18 (finally *grinz*)
gender: Female
location: Singapore
schools: KC Primary, KC Secondary, TJC hobbies: Music, Reading, Writing, Sparring
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