green grass
the grass always looks greener on the other side.
girl can't help feeling that if they were prettier, smarter, had a leaner body, had bigger boobs or had a boyfriend, they'd be much better off. guys on the other hand, i don't know what they are thinking of. prolly the same as girls. better body, were more muscular, smarter, richer, had a better face... wadever...
i'm one of them. and i'm not ashamed of it. i do get jealous. so what? don't you? i can tolerate people praising others but just don't get to the point of you getting all sentimental and poetic and all that. its cheesy, corny and it creeps me out.
but its such a cliche. people keep saying that its the inside that counts. bullshit i say. i mean, even the most attractive people in the world go all "oh, i do have my bad days where my hair's not listening and my face is ridden with pimples,". bollocks! its irritating. like you just wanna strangle them or kill them in the most painful ways. ok, not to that extreme. more like u just wanna go up to them and scream "you're a freaking attractive person! everybody has their eyes on you! YOU!" in their faces. even worse is when u know them. accquaintances. yeah. you wanna hate them but you...just...can't! but when you hear the things spouting out from their mouths you just wanna scream and trash and make your head fall on something hard. its annoying. ranks high up there with people who just go overboard with their obssesions to the point of being all mushed up.
careful, we're threading on dangerous grounds here. my left eye is twitching and i get the feeling its not good news. *random*
i yearn to write a story. i'd even rewrite the story i made up for my O levels. gladly. flight. yeap. i chose flight. argumentative is not my strongest wadchacallit and so i'm really worried about my GP papers. i really wish i took the arts stream. i just dunno where to go from there. i dont wanna end up a lit teacher. seeing how unappreciated the arts scene is in singapore. nevertheless, i still love the arts. though i don't really think i'm that good in literature. given the choice (which i was) i would have opted for econs, lit and history. lit being my only background. and i can even take up A Maths again seeing that i did pretty well for my E Maths. considering i flunked almost all of my E and A Maths tests and exams in secondary school. talking about flunked, feez went all "i flunked my chem man," last year. to which i thought, bull! so i asked her to confirm if she really failed (girl thing norm). and she said "no. i didn't fail,". so i was like o.O?? and i told her, "sayang, flunk is fail,". and she said "REALLY?" and we all laughed our heads off. hurhur.
nisa was scolding me the other day. she demanded what i was doing in MI when i could be in poly. and yes, what am i doing in this wretched school. im qualifying myself for another three (not two) years of compulsory physical fitness test and uniform. the uniform part i do not really mind. but the PFT shit, hell i do! i hate the 2.4km run. hate it. i can't run can?? *sigh* and the torture!! ugh!!
i didn't fail any subjects. just my A Maths, which i'm gonna re-take next year, and i had a hell of a lot of choices. not mass comm tho. i had the advantage of passing 7 subjects. 3 of which were quite an asset to have. which i also had only a buttery grip of. oh hell. i'm just so screwed. i think i'm gonna fail GP. and i dont wanna be disappointed by my mid year results. physics tho is another story altogether. pls, all those smarty pants goody goodies in my class, do not rub it in.
i think i've said enough.
girl can't help feeling that if they were prettier, smarter, had a leaner body, had bigger boobs or had a boyfriend, they'd be much better off. guys on the other hand, i don't know what they are thinking of. prolly the same as girls. better body, were more muscular, smarter, richer, had a better face... wadever...
i'm one of them. and i'm not ashamed of it. i do get jealous. so what? don't you? i can tolerate people praising others but just don't get to the point of you getting all sentimental and poetic and all that. its cheesy, corny and it creeps me out.
but its such a cliche. people keep saying that its the inside that counts. bullshit i say. i mean, even the most attractive people in the world go all "oh, i do have my bad days where my hair's not listening and my face is ridden with pimples,". bollocks! its irritating. like you just wanna strangle them or kill them in the most painful ways. ok, not to that extreme. more like u just wanna go up to them and scream "you're a freaking attractive person! everybody has their eyes on you! YOU!" in their faces. even worse is when u know them. accquaintances. yeah. you wanna hate them but you...just...can't! but when you hear the things spouting out from their mouths you just wanna scream and trash and make your head fall on something hard. its annoying. ranks high up there with people who just go overboard with their obssesions to the point of being all mushed up.
careful, we're threading on dangerous grounds here. my left eye is twitching and i get the feeling its not good news. *random*
i yearn to write a story. i'd even rewrite the story i made up for my O levels. gladly. flight. yeap. i chose flight. argumentative is not my strongest wadchacallit and so i'm really worried about my GP papers. i really wish i took the arts stream. i just dunno where to go from there. i dont wanna end up a lit teacher. seeing how unappreciated the arts scene is in singapore. nevertheless, i still love the arts. though i don't really think i'm that good in literature. given the choice (which i was) i would have opted for econs, lit and history. lit being my only background. and i can even take up A Maths again seeing that i did pretty well for my E Maths. considering i flunked almost all of my E and A Maths tests and exams in secondary school. talking about flunked, feez went all "i flunked my chem man," last year. to which i thought, bull! so i asked her to confirm if she really failed (girl thing norm). and she said "no. i didn't fail,". so i was like o.O?? and i told her, "sayang, flunk is fail,". and she said "REALLY?" and we all laughed our heads off. hurhur.
nisa was scolding me the other day. she demanded what i was doing in MI when i could be in poly. and yes, what am i doing in this wretched school. im qualifying myself for another three (not two) years of compulsory physical fitness test and uniform. the uniform part i do not really mind. but the PFT shit, hell i do! i hate the 2.4km run. hate it. i can't run can?? *sigh* and the torture!! ugh!!
i didn't fail any subjects. just my A Maths, which i'm gonna re-take next year, and i had a hell of a lot of choices. not mass comm tho. i had the advantage of passing 7 subjects. 3 of which were quite an asset to have. which i also had only a buttery grip of. oh hell. i'm just so screwed. i think i'm gonna fail GP. and i dont wanna be disappointed by my mid year results. physics tho is another story altogether. pls, all those smarty pants goody goodies in my class, do not rub it in.
i think i've said enough.
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