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Wednesday, November 08, 2006 *stands in a corner and pulls ears* 6:42 AM on a side note, i think i've been drinking too much instant stuff. my hair's been falling more than usual. too much 3 in 1 coffee, too much 3 in 1 milo...ugh. i'm not even my instant noodles person. but i'm balding! mommy! my hair will be all gone by the end of this sem, thinking about the amount of coffee will be drinking while pseudo mugging for exams. :s on a serious note, i think i shall hang my head in shame. *hangs head in shame* this is a disgrace! humiliation! embarrassment. how can i live now? *wails and flails arms around dramatically* i think i shall hole myself up in my little room and attempt to stare at my econs lecture notes *weeps* or wear a plastic bag over my head everytime i step out *cries* i'll get someone to dabao dinner for me so i don't have to leave my room and tiptoe to the toilet only when no one is around *sobs* ughh. it's even worse when last year's hall production vocal director stays right next to you, the choir chair is 2 doors away, the aca chair right across her, the choir section leader next to her and a choir member right across me. how like that? i shall hide my face everytime i walk by them now. *frantically searches for paper bag* it was bad enough that my paan spitting underwear flashing singing teacher quietly told my mum that i shouldn't be singing when i was 9. eng tart stop laughing at me (oh national day songs will never be the same again) i'm teling you the experience was HOW traumatising. next time make me dance. i'll do a little jig for you. are you getting back at me for the spanking? i thought you enjoyed it! hahaha. ugh. i couldn't sing the national anthem on key. i was unable to sing my school songs on key. even the KR song, which is catered to the worst singer ever, is a challenge to me. funny, and jinling says i sing phantom of the opera more on key than most other songs. don't you think so ashley? shall i give you my rendition once again? hahah. instinct tells me i won't get it. (pause)* i knew i should have just given albert that lap dance. damn it! chistina and joel, sorry i had to put you through that. hahah. ugh. and everyone, if you ever want to torture someone without inflicting physical harm, come to me. i will croak/bray/bark at whoever for a small nominal fee. pujieeee. i remember when i sang on stage in primary school, and after i was done you smacked me and said who asked you to sing like that? oh great now i am reliving embarrassing singing moments. GAH. okay bitch go do IO. *apologies, been reading Pinter and Beckett. silences and pauses in abundance. wheee. 0 comments |