Please don't stop talking to me, Papa.
Just came back from the movie 'The Break-up'. i think Jennifer Aniston is elegant. and the show wasn't as good as i had hoped, but if any guy could understand what Brooke meant by: "I don't want you to wash the dishes! i want you to want to wash the dishes!", the he'd probably be halfway to understanding the temperaments of the female kind. but i suppose most guys won't really get it. its the whole i'm-dense-in-the-head thing. hmmm.
and 12 lemons, not 3. yes, the centrepiece means more to us than it does to you because we think beyond the lemons, and the dishes, and the ballet. tough to understand us girls now ain't it?
now enough about the movie. i have an exam tomorrow.
an exam tomorrow?
yeah you heard me right. and yes i did just go for a movie. but hey don't get me wrong. i'm neither so confident in my studies nor that much of an i-can't-care-less person... i just... couldn't really absorb much today. spent the morning (which i had originally planned to spend studying) being my mum's fashion consultant. not that my fashion sense is any good, but that's what happens when my sis's is not around. o wells. mum has some dinner function tonight and she was recking her brains on what to wear...
boy has she ALOT of clothes. black clothes. or black gown-ish things, for that matter.
so we ended up only reaching her office at about 12ish. and i couldn't really concentrate much the whole afternoon i spent there. come to think of it, out of this whole week, the only productive time i had was on tuesday, spending the whole day studying cd 1.1.
and now the rest of my study plans have gone down the drain yet again. bugger.
i think febs is good for my mental health. it keeps me alert and able to concentrate! but mucosolvan and rhinathyol w promonthazin (or however you spell that) kinda kills my brain. so perhaps i should take febs tmr... but it doesn't help my nose! ahhh. crapps.
LORD HEAL ME!
oh yes and here's a conversation i had with God today, while waiting for the bus to my mom's office.
me: gosh its so hot....
stares at the lady the beside me who starts spitting randomly across the bus stop.
she spits over my leg and her spittle lands a splat on the floor.
me: (ew. gross)
me: gosh God its so hot... could you mighty please just send us the bus.... please please please please please.......... ugh.
God: but i want to tell you about the trees i made
me: huh?!
notices this tree along the road that stood out from the rest. it seemed to be made up of little round bushels of leaves put together in a very cute fashion.
me: uh okay... it is kind of cute. yes God you are very creative in making trees.....
starts to wonder if the whole God-tree thing is just a figment of my imagination.
God: you know i love all of you so much that i made so many pretty things for all of you. like these trees. I planned every detail, now dont' you think its perfect? And it even provides good shade.
me: trying not to be rude. but God... i really don't want to hear about the trees right now... i just want the bus... i was getting impatient from waiting since morning for my mom, and then, for the bus.
*still wondering if it is all a figment of my imagination or whether i was actually talking to myself*
me: if it really were God, He'd send me the bus right away. but i feel so bad.
alter-ego: its like, you always hear stories about how other people treat God like Santa Claus... now you're doing it too... He tries to tell you something and you just demand what you want out of Him and disregard everything else. you hypocrite.
God: Alright then
and i swear i caught a hint of sadness in His voice. serious.
me: i must be imagining things.
turns around
the bus arrived.
ahhhhhhhhhhh.
and He was really trying to tell me how much He loved me.
ling, you ingrate!
i'm sorry Lord. Please forgive me.
and 12 lemons, not 3. yes, the centrepiece means more to us than it does to you because we think beyond the lemons, and the dishes, and the ballet. tough to understand us girls now ain't it?
now enough about the movie. i have an exam tomorrow.
an exam tomorrow?
yeah you heard me right. and yes i did just go for a movie. but hey don't get me wrong. i'm neither so confident in my studies nor that much of an i-can't-care-less person... i just... couldn't really absorb much today. spent the morning (which i had originally planned to spend studying) being my mum's fashion consultant. not that my fashion sense is any good, but that's what happens when my sis's is not around. o wells. mum has some dinner function tonight and she was recking her brains on what to wear...
boy has she ALOT of clothes. black clothes. or black gown-ish things, for that matter.
so we ended up only reaching her office at about 12ish. and i couldn't really concentrate much the whole afternoon i spent there. come to think of it, out of this whole week, the only productive time i had was on tuesday, spending the whole day studying cd 1.1.
and now the rest of my study plans have gone down the drain yet again. bugger.
i think febs is good for my mental health. it keeps me alert and able to concentrate! but mucosolvan and rhinathyol w promonthazin (or however you spell that) kinda kills my brain. so perhaps i should take febs tmr... but it doesn't help my nose! ahhh. crapps.
LORD HEAL ME!
oh yes and here's a conversation i had with God today, while waiting for the bus to my mom's office.
me: gosh its so hot....
stares at the lady the beside me who starts spitting randomly across the bus stop.
she spits over my leg and her spittle lands a splat on the floor.
me: (ew. gross)
me: gosh God its so hot... could you mighty please just send us the bus.... please please please please please.......... ugh.
God: but i want to tell you about the trees i made
me: huh?!
notices this tree along the road that stood out from the rest. it seemed to be made up of little round bushels of leaves put together in a very cute fashion.
me: uh okay... it is kind of cute. yes God you are very creative in making trees.....
starts to wonder if the whole God-tree thing is just a figment of my imagination.
God: you know i love all of you so much that i made so many pretty things for all of you. like these trees. I planned every detail, now dont' you think its perfect? And it even provides good shade.
me: trying not to be rude. but God... i really don't want to hear about the trees right now... i just want the bus... i was getting impatient from waiting since morning for my mom, and then, for the bus.
*still wondering if it is all a figment of my imagination or whether i was actually talking to myself*
me: if it really were God, He'd send me the bus right away. but i feel so bad.
alter-ego: its like, you always hear stories about how other people treat God like Santa Claus... now you're doing it too... He tries to tell you something and you just demand what you want out of Him and disregard everything else. you hypocrite.
God: Alright then
and i swear i caught a hint of sadness in His voice. serious.
me: i must be imagining things.
turns around
the bus arrived.
ahhhhhhhhhhh.
and He was really trying to tell me how much He loved me.
ling, you ingrate!
i'm sorry Lord. Please forgive me.
posted by like the stars in the sky at 10:06 PM
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