Nothing is really wrong
Feeling like I dont belong
Walking around some kind of lonely clown
Rainy days and mondays always get me down
except that they don't, or didn't-- not for this my last week of freedom anyway. didn't manage to go book sheila's class in time-- sorry tommy! next week marathon session with sheila AND karen k :D (after a full day of black-n-white no less-- i hope i don't mess THAT up).
spent today in 1.5hours of tuition to make up for not going yesterday since i had to ferry my spoilt kid of a brother up and down and endure his quips on my driving. unfortunately i have to admit that i fully and painfully deserved every single one of them, including the "she's driving madly" over the phone to soozey/ellen.
read pinocchio to tuition kid. i can't read pinocchio without thinking of the blue fairy from A.I., and remembering the haunting last scene. i have a thing for pretty faces-- who doesn't. "be brave, truthful, and unselfish, and you will be a real boy". if that is what it takes to be real most of us aren't.
it's been quite a week; ayg opening on monday and supper with the blastards after while ellen sketched busily at clement's card; tuesday was a mad (to use fred's word) scramble to meet yuko, ellen and soozey at ps to get fred and clement's cards (from ellen), clement's cupcakes (from yuko), fred's green tea powder (from ellen), clement's colourful marshmallows (from carrefour-- and i've just realised that they're highlighter green pink and yellow) and paper bags to hold everything (from daiso). in the end we dawdled so much that soozey had to settle for breadtalk to tide him over class AND they ended up having to take a bus to pomo whilst i scuttled home, having happily forgotten earlier to bring all the other items we wanted to give them. drove to the airport where for a moment or two i was certain that they'd have gone in. as it was a frazzled fred was busy burning dvds while clement-- sporting the blast jacket! :D-- started gleefully munching at his cupcakes. the cup noodles and instant porridge apparently engendered much bemusement, including a "your friends are scared that prague has no food?"
waved bye-bye after the cds were done and sped off to siglap where my woefully patient and miserable sister was waiting for me, having had to take the bus down instead of being picked up like i'd earlier promised :S she got a treat for her pains and for her incredibly wonky tales of 1) being (verbally) mauled by an angry boss/watching the carnage 2) dropping her phone in, of all things, LAKSA. having scrapped plans for late night shopping we settled for comfort food at cartel instead-- a very pleasant interlude considering that we've been cold-- ok, chill-- warring for no good reason for a while. guess it was a belated acknowledgement of eisen's soliloquy on the "unspoken bond" between siblings: when we fight we REALLY fight, and what a bitchfest it is, but when we talk we spill. at least i do. and it's useful to talk to my sisters in a family like mine, by the way-- keeps me updated on what's the latest intrigue my mum thinks i'm up to -__- if my life were half as exciting as my mum thinks it is...!
INCIDENTALLY PEOPLE GELARE HAS CLOSED DOWN. :(((((((((
blast class on wednesday where i couldn't catch ANYTHING; the song (so bonafide by mark bonafide featuring gayle nerva) is surprisingly good seeing as it's apparently a local effort. brian tried to teach us a new freeze which no one could do. 1st busking prac that day was good fun, although my "happy feet" are anything but :( not the grooviest chick around am i. recapped steps from kate willis-- sadly i cannot remember any of trinity's reggae choreo coherently. i like the piano man choreo yuko and thomas were doing: play me a song about heartache, i promise i can sing every word; play me a song about love lost, that's another one everyone's heard. have the whole world singing tonight, won't you.
on thursday adelene finally accepted that we couldn't catch her steps and simplified the choreo, but it kind of lost the inspiration of the original. I don't want nobody else/ they don't understand that I gave away my heart/ the moment that I shook your hand. got it into my head that i wanted to go shopping since i couldn't dash down in time for jooteng's class, so waited for my sis and scooted off to expo where she got a pair of fcuk jeans for an absolute steal. then we went home and-- well. doggie woes, which are luckily fairly resolved now except for having to trick him into swallowing antibiotics and funny pills and dropping random solutions into his ears every day while he stares at us mournfully.
tooo looonnnggg. okay campbell's condensed soup version: friday kate willis with tommy+tracy shopping + mum picking me up after class and grumbling that my marking steps shook the whole car (THANKS A LOT MUM). saturday rebecca's sharing session with great choreo that released the inner slut in the guys (shame on us girls for not being that hiao hahha) and 1st danz people class (YAY), after lunch with monster freezes and enormous servings of fries, despite sleeping like 2 hours the night before and then orchard-road-trawling with the girls. sunday had busking practice that just went on and on till it was surprisingly late. i like how tired it makes us. ellen and yuko's pancakes were yummilicious! nearly killed myself on the way home; wet roads are NOT fun to drive on and tuscanis don't drift, they skid. harrowingly.
ok enough. off to read since i spent 2 hours garnering treasures at the library today whee.
take this kiss upon the brow!
and, in parting from you now,
thus much let me avow--
you are not wrong, who deem
that my days have been a dream-- edgar allan poe, found in the opening to amelia atwater-rhodes' persistence of memory (the only teen vamp lit writer i still read apart from lisa jane smith. stephenie meyer has nothing on them. nothing.)