My dad just handed me 200 bucks. It's the first time I have no idea what to buy. I have so many pairs of heels already. ): This is dumb. I shall just keep the money anyway. My aunt bought my doggie a bowtie. Lol but he hates wearing frilly girly things! Maybe I'll wear it on my bag somewhere. 200 dollars. Hmm. Isn't now supposed to be like in recession or something? I have no mood to shop! This is nuts. Imagine me. Not in mood to shop. -.- I used to feel weird not having a "recent must have" all the time. Now all I want is...nothing. I shall put the money away. I still have my pay too. Lol. It always was yokecheng, the broke-cos-she-spends-too-much. Have you ever felt like kicking up a big fuss over nothing?
Joanne's blog: We do the things we hate, just so we can do the things we love. Going back to Anderson Sec makes me so happy. The best four years of my life. And it ain't cliched either. My juniors asked me why so many Andsec-AJ seniors never promote AJ. In fact, they say the seniors tell them to stay as far away as possible. Versions me/my sis heard. "Er, better not come. I'm suffering." "You'd be better off elsewhere." "No Andsec juniors coming? Good what." Lol. But different perspectives. I'm lucky to have 13/08 and choir. At least some things and people I love. Without 3/5 of the Topless Five here I would've wilted. I mean, I'm not seriously unhappy, just not happy. People tell me it's the same. It's not! Unhappiness---Suppression/Oppression/Tolerance----Neutrality----Hopefulness----Happiness 1 2 3 4 5 Rate yourself 1 to 5! I keep looping the same song over over over over over. "I think I imagined you in my head." I am having fun here. But it's not the same as being happy. Kinda like what I said to Carissa, albeit a different context, "I wouldn't really care if it was taken away." It's like how I love/am not used to every little thing. I love choir members. I am not used to the genre of songs. I love Pamela/Alice/Sinyee. I am not used to AJ-cians. I love my class. I am not used to general school population. I love a couple teachers. I am okay with the rest. It cancels out. Rating: 3 She stared into the dark reflection on the black screen. Saw the black pupils gleaming and yet so frightened and lost. She stared back accusingly at the reflection, somehow demanding an explaination. The black pupils glistened like water. Dark, black water. Pupils dilate. The anger and distrust. The frustration of being powerless. The reflection darted off into the shadows beyond the small black screen. She stared back at the empty shell, Eyes dead, unmoving. She sighed for she knew. The reflection has run away. And she had no courage to go after it.
Admitting your mistakes don't help the least. What's done is done. Or rather, what had not been not done.
