Saturday, April 24
I love Pokemon.
I don't know when did my P4 days come back to haunt me but yes, I'm in love again~. Pikachu is the adorable-est thing ever and Satoshi (AKA Ash as angmohs call him) is the handsome-est shite in a cap ever and the old Pokemon songs and OSTs are the zai-est poop.
OMG. I LOVE POKEMON.
Going off track: MEZASE POKEMON MASTER came on shuffle! :D
Anyway. Let's talk about life.
Blehh, getting really emo nowadays. Every single thing makes me hate myself even more and detest every single part about me. ==_____== (And then I would reminicize about it while walking home and make random twitched face when I get pissed... and soon-to-be embarrassed.)
BUT! It's all due to the curse of PMS, so anyone who has actually bothered to come to thereisagoldfishinthepipe.blogspot.com to, for some reason, waste your brain cells away, please don't be worried! (:
(Why yes I am fully aware of the super sharp Tamiya knife in my pencilcase. But I don't slash myself on the arms, and if I ever did, the blade will be stained with my blood and the Gundams are going to go off-colour. So I will NEVER do that. *smiley face*)
Well, JC life isn't what I expected it to be. Overwhelming would over-describe it, and stressful would be an understatement. So I'll settle for not-so-overwhelming-but-not-exactly-stressful-either. (:
In addition to insomnia-curing lectures which I can never understand
They're like. Scholars and IP kids and 2-pointers. *GAAAASP*
But on the bright side, people (well, most of them anyway) in the class are really nice and helpful, particularly the scholars when you don't understand lectures because you have been too busy trying to decode the weird accent the lecturer is faking. (Has it ever occurred to you guys that she's speaking so weirdly because she is a secret spy for Stalin and is thus speaking in codes? Maybe HOWEVER and LONE-PAIR-LONE-PAIR meant 'cut that bastard's moustache off!'
Poor dude.
Oh yeah, back on the topic about my class. Heh.
And then there's the IP kids. They're all an interesting bunch, the only source of life in our ever-so-dead classroom. ==____== And they're very motherly, as in, taking care of us on the first few days of school and giving us advice on how to survive VJ.
As for the rest smart locals, they're a really easy-going bundle of bananas. At least I can mix in because I'm a gehkiang local. *does Cadbury eyebrow* At least, they're there to help you when you come across life problems like whether to eat yam pau or biscuits.
Blehh. CCAs end so darn late I barely have time to mug now. (I'm trying my best to be a mugger, but am failing quite miserably. lol.) I have cheer 3 times a week and although it ends at 7 somehow we'll always drag till 8 and reach home at 9 plus. (Although I must admit the bur rides with Nick, Serene, Jerer, and oh yeah Nick's chicken-curry-cooking wife Nevin were always so darn fun.)
Ahh. Cheer. Let's have a long heart-to-heart talk about it.
Maybe it's because I joined late so I feel I can't mingle with them. The only people I'm close to in cheer is Sophie, Wei Ting, and the Ursa people. Although I must admit I have gotten just a little closer to the others.
Don't get me wrong. They're all very nice people. Super encouraging, helpful and patient. It's just that they still tend to talk to each other and seemed to be in a clique. Newbies VS experienced people. (I wouldnt call us noobs because the rest of the un-noob noobs are not noob at all. Haha I said my name backward three times. 8D)But then again I don't dare to mingle with them too because I suck at cheer and is thus unworthy. (see? SEE?? EMO-NESS IS CREEPING INTO MY NERVES!!!!) XP SO. Yeah.
AND MIGHT I ADD THAT IT IS EXTREMELY STRESSFUL WHEN THE SENIORS ARE SCRUTINIZING YOUR EVERY MOVE. Especially when you know you suck shite in this already. I know they mean well but I'm still intimidated by them. X/
Although I must confess. I FINALLY GOT THAT MAGICAL TERMINAL VELOCITY-LIKE FEELING!! :D :D
At least I don't suck as much now.
Speaking of which, have I mentioned that I over-stretched my left leg this time! It was seemingly more serious than the one in the right leg the other time just because it was more visible, just behind the knee. And dude, it swelled like nobody's business and now my leg is so uneven. I look like a hybrid with homo sapien's right leg and a pig's left leg. (which always make me very hungry during lectures. Haha.)
I have like, a thousand more things to blog about. But it's too late into the night and I think if you continued reading on your brain will disappear into thin air. So I shall save you your misery until next time. (:
JAA NEE, MATA NE, BUAII BUAII!!
btw I'm not being lian. That's how Japanese pronounce 'bye bye'. :D
rainy days never stay, 9:05 am.
