It's past midnight now,
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At 11.58pm on this fine night, I have this sudden urge to run to my mummy's wardrobes around the house, grab her old vintage goodies, and play dress up. I really want to do this one day when there's a DSLR present and exams aren't burning our arses off (hot on our tails, get it? Heehee.)
National Day celebrations in school were pretty fun, Mr. Toh and Mr. Ow were rockstarzz and it was such a pity we couldn't jump or attempt to mosh on the temporary stage. Karen was such a pretty pretty doll omg love her. I killed my feet with my heels before changing to my Chucks. We (the namesless clique - Baobi, Marissa, Wanhweeee, Bernice and I) triapsed all over Orchard Ion, and I was pretty disappointed with Steve Madden, though there are a few pairs of sandals that I will be keeping my eye on for price reductions. Bernice introduced me to Sephora and I've persuaded my mummy to visit with me heehee. I've been discussing girly stuff with her lately and it's quite enjoyable (except for the eyeliner debate, but I've come to accept that pencil isn't all that bad fine).
The National Day Parade was an exciting 2 hours, Bernice and I drove my phone bill crazy (but all hail unlimited SMS haha). Even though I told myself that I'll spend it glancing at the television set every few minutes for exciting moments while reading Literature notes, I ended up plonking myself in front of the screen with my mother and brother, laughing our arses off at the lameness of it. I was discussing bad, good and could-be-worse marching, "macham RI boy" PAP members, and how the prez is my good friend so don't play play with Bernice. We also felt a sudden rush of Singapore pride and I felt sad that there were no drunk angmohs by the pool reciting the pledge at 8.22pm ):
I should have spent my National Day weekend studying, but I was running around attending tuitions and rehearsals. The performance today was sad because there was a miscommunication about the spacing and we crashed into M, but it's alright because it's over and I have been trying to tell myself that I don't give a shite what Ms. S (ex-teacher whoosh) thinks. She still looks the same.
I said that I'll sleep past 12 midnight and look - it's 12.17am.
On Friday night, I fell asleep on the dining room floor because I told you that the floor was more tempting than the bed. Plus I was exhausted.
On Saturday night, I can't remember how or when I fell asleep, but I do know that I fell asleep. And it was a good sleep.
On Sunday night, I fell asleep with the phone drained of its batteries beside me haha. My home phone really needs to have a better battery life.
On Monday night, I shall fall asleep worrying my sorry arse off about examinations that are hard to prepare for.
I can't decide if I'm too trusting or I'm just happy.
Oh yes. Happy belated birthday, Singapore. You've grown whoosh.