just another manic monday
ran errands in orchard before going back to btc; paid a visit to the slr room where i found a congregation of madness (hee). i'd seriously forgotten how nuts these people get, or how much law students swear. as usual, aidil was offering to rape anyone within sight or vocal mention, kenneth kept spying on the law ones wandering around and commenting "hot or not" (i think aidil offered to grab one of them and strip them so i could have a set of black and whites to prance around in). emily's sporadic presence helped to keep the atmosphere on the borderline of sane-- i think she's inured to aidil's offers of physical favours. ben barged in midway through the afternoon screaming and swearing because he'd gotten comfort taxi blue on his champagne coloured car-- to be exact, his DAD'S champagne coloured car. i sympathised entirely and said my dad didn't speak to me properly for two days after the latest mishap with the bmw. kenneth said, "yeah, but that's because you're a GIRL." aidil's response to kenneth: "yeah next time if you crash your dad's car then maybe you should castrate yourself." whatever rocks their boat, man.
it WAS kind of tragicomic since they'd been calling ben all day; the first call from kenneth had been answered with a scream of wordless rage, aidil's had been rejected, emily's had been answered with a "i'm busy!!!!" we speculated about what had happened and i think i came the closest: that he'd been captured by the ISD and was having his toes pinched off, or was otherwise "unavoidably detained". useful phrase. in any case the taxi driver whom ben had a close encounter spoke nothing but hokkien and the only hokkien ben knows is "knn". HELPS, YES.
barged off to kentridge to hand up my lazyass sister's forms since she's too busy playing patapon (wth kind of game is that) to leave the house; failed to meet up with abby and then went to suntec in a bid to find a backpack with expert phone-in advice from my kinabalu-scaling darling. walked over to bugis to look for a decent travel guidebook; failed but found poetry and lewis carroll instead (does my subconscious perhaps think i'm going down a rabbithole to sweden?). headed to bugis street to find clothes for busking to match hair; failed to find decent clothes or decent-coloured hair extensions and decided at nine pm to go back to orchard for blindingly blood-red extensions. sadly they look kind of sparse and lost amidst my frizzy head.
dashed back to siglap in time to be slightly early for supper with jin, who has been a rather sadly neglected love-of-my-life. jin if you're reading this i give you free rein to flirt while i'm away hoho. gifted with blessed threads, a miniature prayer wheel and incredible tales of tibetans who are incredibly inefficient because they tell their beads in one hand and shake the prayer wheel with the other, as well as an admonition to NOT wear my shrek specs because they make me look like a china girl. *facepalm*
the evil non-stepsister
busking practice on tuesday afternoon where i tried out my sister's jacket for the first time-- that thing is HOT, in a bad way. i've christened it the library outfit and in revenge for my conferring on it eternal geekdom it has decided to bleed red all over my white tank top. thanks. i'm still messing up-- when i concentrate on my steps i forget my blocking, when i remember blocking i forget transition, when i remember transition i fail to do expression, when i remember expression i forget that there are people around me and that the stage is limited and i fall off. FAIL. i still cannot do ellen's hit-bounce-pull-- how to balance not-hitting with not-lepaking?? ARGHHH *prays hard for tomorrow*
thank you krystal and michelle rose and fred and tracy for your comments and words of encouragement-- i'll keep them in mind although i really don't think i deserve them (this especially to krystal!!), not when there's so much more to improve on and BUSKING IS IN 9 HOURS. must not mess up must not mess up must not mess up. (ok crap i have to go pack tracy's scarf and cheryl's jacket and michelle's accessories if i can find any)
ran headlong with ellen and weiting for ahmad's class after busking prac, certain that we wouldn't make it; we arrived just after warmups ended. v nice grungy ghetto choreo; i really liked the first half (last week's). thereafter went for dinner instead of meeting my mum and sis because my other sister had managed to sprain her ankle going down the stairs and had been forced to skip aikido. see this is what comes of dreaming of teukie at all hours. michelle's been laughing at her all day--
mum: "she's super bad to joey! just now coming out of the house to buy supper she shouted "oi, paika! want anything to eat???""
michelle: *snigger*
me: *whacks mich* "THAT'S FOR BEING A CRAP SISTER."
michelle: "OUCH THAT HURTS. but i don't imagine it hurts as much as when i poke her swollen ankle. HEEE."
that girl is mad. she glared at her supper of snow ice and complained that she could only taste expired chinese new year goodies. and she made me watch bleach today omg-- not the washing liquid you doofus, the anime. but STILL.
whatever. sleeeeeeep.
in a wonderland they lie,
dreaming as the days go by,
dreaming as the summers die.