Confessions of the Blue-Blooded

The holidays have been a stressful, surreal blur. It seems as if the last day of school was merely yesterday. And come to think about it, I haven't done much. All I've done about is think about my future and a couple of random destructive rubbish. I cannot stand studying anymore. It's not because I've adopted the 'slackitude', but it's more like my interest in certain subjects have waned. For example, I used to be a biomaniac, like you know, "Whoa! Photosynthesis totally changed my perspective on life! Now, let's read about transpiration". But now, biology is like a total drag. I've tried to understand it but I can't. All those shit about the internal structure of the freakin' hot-dog-with-mustard-looking mitochondria. You can't even see them. Why bother? Robert Hooke can salsa in his grave for all I care.

So, dropping my biology textbook as though it was a hot potato, I've decided to think about life. My life, of course. I'm way too lazy to bother about anyone else's. So far, I've done nothing meaningful or constructive in my life. At the not-so-tender age of 16, I still do not know how to swim or cycle. Honestly, I find myself more pathetic than a mealworm. At least a mealworm can eat cabbage leaves. I can't even do that without barfing like mad. I want to do something unconventional with my life. Like join the Moscow circus. Or, join Greenpeace and save the whales. But then again, I've got a feeling that the Moscow circus and Greenpeace will probably expel me after a day because I grumble too much.

After all this, I realised that thinking about my life is way more mentally taxing than mugging.

keep it SHUT; 12:46 pm

I've decided to co-blog with Mich here-> theeighthdeadlysin.blogspot.com

May still post some random slapstick rubbish here though:)

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Got this from Mich's blog. So amusing.

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Cassandra and Julian!

Louisa May Alcott, author of 'Little Cassandra and Julian', hated Cassandra and Julian and only wrote the book at her publisher's request!
Three seagulls flying overhead are a warning that Cassandra and Julian are near.
Cassandra and Julian can drink over 25 gallons of water at a time!
All swans in England belong to Cassandra and Julian.
A sixteenth century mathematician lost his nose in a duel over his love for Cassandra and Julian, and wore a silver replacement for the rest of his life!
If you cut Cassandra and Julian in half and count the number of seeds inside, you will know how many children you are going to have.
Cassandra and Julian are the only one of the original Seven Wonders of the World that still survives!
The first American zoo was built in 1794, and contained only Cassandra and Julian!
Over 2000 people have now climbed Cassandra and Julian, with roughly ten percent dying on the way down.
It's bad luck to put Cassandra and Julian on a bed.

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'Fat-Bottomed Girls' went smoothly, and a major part of this success goes to a few tres tres awesome people out there. I had a superb time, albeit the consternation I received upon examining the abominable state of the suite after everyone left. It was like a gigantic, gooey and gruesome mess of chips, pizzas, punch and God knows what. Sigh, boys will always be boys.

To all those who turned up and had a blast, I'm pleased to know that you had an enjoyable time. To all those who turned up and thought it sucked big time, I'm sorry to have disappointed you. To all those who didn't bother to turn up and lacked the basic courtesy of informing Mich or myself, piss off. You're unworthy of our party and we're thankful for your absence.

'Fat-Bottomed Girls' will be a dreadful bunch of chaos, tears and the occasional attempts of murder, if not for a few sensible people that made it work out fine. Admittedly, during the course of planning this party, it sometimes appears as if Mich and I do not have enough brains to fill an eggcup. I give heartfelt thanks to the following people for being there to aid the dumb and dumber:

1) Huan Qing: You're the best! There will be no party at all if not for your generosity! Words cannot express our thanks to you. I can only hope that I can repay your favour one day. It's my duty so don't you go ''Aiya, never mind la'' as usual. I won't allow for that this time.

2) Jit Yew: Without you, everyone at the party will probably sue Mich and I for starving them. You were so worried that there won't be enough food, or rather edible food. But guess what? Everything turned out fine. Even the hopelessly lousy batch of onion rings were finished at the party. (Boys eat everything. Anything, as a matter of fact.) We really appreciate your time and effort. We're eternally grateful.

3) Tim Seow: Going back and forth to get that oven toaster was a feat and you left Mich and I feeling so indebted to you. Like Jit Yew, you are the reason the guests did not face the awful doom of a grumbling, empty stomach at the party. Sorry that Mich and I could not be of much help and we had to leave the chore of preparing the grub to you and Jit Yew. If we were left to prepare them ourselves, they will undoubtedly turn out to be grub too. The truly disgusting other meaning of 'grub'.

4) Alison: You deserve a big bear hug for walking the freakin' long distance and getting the drinks with Jit Yew. I feel guilty for making you guys do that when you guys are supposed to be the guests and I am ashamed for mentally labelling you a fathead initially. Okay, maybe not too ashamed. I mean, who gets lost in Orchard??? I love you so much! Hang on, strike that previous statement. I just remembered how you refused to let me sleep by whining in my ears about the stupid air- condition, pulling the hair on my head to figure out my threshold of pain, tickling me and poking me in the ribs when I am in a pathetic state of exhaustion. After being exposed to your retardosity, I don't love you that much after all.

5) Shivana Banana: Thanks for allowing us to burden you with the pre- party I-need-an-18-year-old and why-do-we-need-a-wok-to-fry-stuff problems. Even though I still don't quite agree with the representaion of the 2 funny, pokemon-looking, stuffed devils.

6) Dickson: Who, in the world, has a birthday bash without a cake? Mich and I. Thanks for rectifying our mistake with that yummy tiramisu cake:)

7) Poppy and Caroline: You brightened up our party with drinks and paper cups (Once again, who, in the world, has a birthday bash without paper cups? Go on, guess.), as well as your bright, dazzling outfits. It's a pity that we didn't get to see much of them since you guys left early.

8) Mousey: You printed out the retro posters! We're proud of you! Even though we're not so proud of the fact that you came at like what, 8??! So we didn't get to pin them up at all. Still, we're quite proud of you.

To everyone else I've unforgivably left out, I am really apologetic. Just know that you guys are the ones that made this party a success and we love you guys for that.

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Last night, I realised something that I'd erroneously taken for granted and I was mortified. Please forgive me.

When I'm pissed off, you took my punches. When I'm breaking down, you dried my tears. When I face a crisis, you shared my burden. When I need you, you were always there for me. When I don't need you, you were always waiting around to catch me should I fall suddenly. When I hated myself, you loved me. The countless times I came to you this week, to fret and whine about the disastrous pre- party preparations. You helped in whatever you could. (Reviewing the food list, getting the music etc) You helped to make the party a success. The party you weren't attending. Yet I did not register any of these, until your bare words last night hit me hard in the head.

"Let me know if you need me. Even if you don't, you know I'll always be there for you."

I was so overwhelmed. I wasn't touched. Not really. I was ashamed. I wanted to sleep it off at the suite. I couldn't bear to reflect on my selfish ways. I felt so disgusted at myself. You were right. I only come to you when I'm faced with a problem. I should be unworthy of your care and concern after all the mean things I've said to you last night. But you swallowed it down as usual. Even if they choked you and made you gag, you swallowed it down for me, the undeserving twat.

If my life was a stage, you have always been in the backstage. You hardly let yourself be known. You never claimed any credit you deserved for the sweat, blood and tears you've constantly invested into the production, yet you were always there to ensure that even during perilous times of dark despair, the show will go on. Now, I want to take back all I've said. I don't want you in the backstage anymore.

I want you to be in the show. In my show. And this show must go on.

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Hmm, everyone is getting emo recently. It is quite worrying. Now to all my sorrowful little walking bags of salty tears, repeat this mantra after me:

I am the unhappiest.

Good, you're all grown up now.

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When you needed me,
I was always around;
Even if I was not,
I could easily be found.

The times of joy we shared,
how dear are they to you?
Or do they merely amount to a big joke,
a cure for when you're feeling blue?

Here comes a time I need you most,
when your presence is of essence;
But where art thou, my friend?
All I see is your absence.

You know what this means to me,
yet you never bother to care;
All you desire is making merry,
The sweat is never your affair.

To give is better than to receive,
how wonderfully true that can be;
But somehow, I fear I have given too much,
now there's nothing left in me.

It's time for me to review,
the truth behind our friendship;
Perhaps it was always an one-way thing,
and you just never let that slip.

Or perhaps you've grown tired of me,
and wish to seek new company;
If that is true, then I must confess,
you've hurtfully disappointed me.

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.Desire.Despair.Destiny.Death.Dream.Delirium.Destruction.

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