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Saturday, September 27, 2008, 1:09 AM
Come on baby, twist and shout.
I wanted to throw up, but i couldn't do that cos my throat would hurt like mad, i wanted to scream for help but that'd also make my throat hurt even more, so i decided the only thing i could do was to just hop back in bed and pray for a miracle recovery. I woke up half an hour later and i was completely fine. Prolly cos of the panadol i took, but damn that shit really works. My condition, however, worsened a little to a more stable pain throbbing around my body and my head. I can deal with that. And all this, courtesy of Liz, who had the flu and passed it on to me. I thought i wouldn't catch it, but i was wrong wasn't i? The rest of the day was utter boredom. Tuition, tuition and more tuition. Feli refused to buy me starbucks due to my earlier statement on one of my earlier posts that she was a man. Tsk. Im sorry! Tuition hell finally ended around 4 and i collapsed straight onto my bed, knowing fully that my O levels are in 19 days, i tried at my best to get up and start on some more work, but my body was completely drained, and you know when that happens, there's very little anyone can do to move me. So took a short nap before i was interrupted from my recovery time cos i had to gear up for the F1 race. Which i personally found was as interesting as a senior citizen's anti sugar rally. You'd only find it interesting if you had seats, but if like me, you had merely a pass that allows you into the track boundaries, you'd find yourself pushing past sweaty desperate men and women trying at their very best to snap a picture of the deafening speed of light traveling cars. Which i find so frustrating. I mean come on, you're paying hundreds of dollars to catch a millisecond glimpse of a car that's traveling so fast, you'd only catch a whoosh of colours sweeping past you. Not to mention the oh so charming announcers who have the enthusiasm of a teaspoon, which only added to my throbbing headache and my sheer boredom. Maybe it was my headache and my flu that made my experience so traumatic, and its not that i dont enjoy racing, i'd just prefer to actually race. Something i know is quite impossible as cars can only carry a certain amount of weight for it to reach top speeds. Also, was the incredibly inefficient transport and communication system that was around. I had gone to lavender mrt and taken the shuttle bus all the way to gate 1, but as i reached the gate, the ticket men told me my pass didnt allow an entry through gate 1 and that i had to enter through the other gates which were so conveniently located on the other side of the world. So, i had to walk all the way back to the shuttle bus area, take the bus back to lavender, and take the train to city hall, then walk all the way to the esplanade where the other gate was located. Tsk. So, unless you enjoy hearing thunderously loud engines zooming past you and wrecking your ear drums, or seeing blurs of colour in the shape of a car whizzing past you for a split second, i'd suggest that you give the F1 race a miss. Unless of course you hold seat tickets, in which case, your experience will be so much more pleasent than that of the poor broke fools who can't afford seats, and can only afford to buy an entry into the race area. The only thing i personally enjoyed was the concerts that were going on by this band called couger, who were absolutely fantastic and did splendid re-makes of beatles classics. Whilst watching their performance and holding back the strong urge to break into song and thrash around the field singing loudly, i bumped into Grace who was with her huge professional spiffy camera which completely kicks my pathetic camera's ass. Took pictures and moved to the front of the stage to bathe in the glory of rock and roll. No sooner did i find myself screaming to the lyrics of twist and shout, and i wanna hold your hand. Reminiscent of a time when my dad would pump beatles songs into my head and get me to sing along with it when i was a child. Went a little crazy with the camera and took really cool long shutter shots with her causing the light to elongate and look like giant neon sperms, floating in the sky. pfft. We had to depart ways soon after, my mom was calling me telling ive neglected her. tsk. Left the place half an hour into the big race which started at 10 cos my ears were completely destroyed and my head was exploding. Got home and showered and called Liz cos some shit happened today and she needed comfort. Soon after consoling her, she screamed. Very, very loudly. Apparently, a beetle had flown into her room and touched her. Tsk. I spent the last 2 hours in the vicinity of engines loud enough to wake the dead and kill them again straight after that due to its sheer intensity. My eardrums had deteriorated to a point of no return and i came home expecting peace and quiet but i get Liz screaming directly into the phone. Thank you Liz. I simply love the way you love to see me suffer. Pfft. As you can see by now, my brain is functioning about as well as a wooden table, so its best i tried to sleep now. My O's are in 19 days dammit. 19 days. I can count to 19 really, really quickly. That, is really not good. Pictures, stand back. ![]() hey hey the best view in the house. ![]() I'll give you 5 dollars if you can see the car. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The coolest photo of the evening. ![]() ![]() Its Paul McCartney's double. ![]() ![]() ![]() Look its a fat boy, and a pretty girl next to him. ![]() ![]() ![]() This just in, giant neon sperms have attacked the raffles hotel. ![]() I like that picture. My mind's shutting down now. I'll seeyuh when i seeyuh. ao [EDIT] "Why do i always feel like the one who gets used? Sucked dry for all im worth then thrown aside and discarded? Is there something wrong with me, Jack?" "You're just being silly, Your imagination gets the better of you." "I mean nothing to any of these people. I'm probably just this stupid little juke box they press for a good laugh, once theyre entertained and satisfied, they throw me away like i'm nobody's business." "Well that's life Jim, that's how life was and that's how life is gonna be, through it all, it's never gonna change, everybody goes through it" "No only people like me do. Look at me, for god's sakes just look at me. You think someone who looks like me will stand any chance in her heart? Do you really think i'd stand a chance in Anybody's heart?" " You're a good man, Jim. Your talents far outshine any of those blokes who take up so much importance in her life." "But i don't do I? I'm nothing. Absolutely nothing. Who cares if ive got a shitload of talent? Who cares if i can sing or play a bucketload of instruments? None of that matters if i look like this Jack, None of it matters!" " There are plenty of fish in the sea- "Yea sure, find me one of them who wouldn't mind falling in love with an ugly bloke." "Oh come on it isn't all that bad." "What are you talking about? Even if he was the most perfect gentleman, even if he's the most talented person to walk this earth, even if he's got this ridiculous hopelessly romantic side to him that any girl would die for, do you really think any of that would do any good if he looked like me? Even if all he ever wanted was to make you smile?" Just to see you smile. [End of Edit] |
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