mid-year resolution?

Old resolution was to eat more slowly. Succeded beyond my wildest dreams.


New resolution: to stop being anal-retentive.


Sigh. Thanks for the enlightenment, XT. ><

shrinking

I find less to talk about every day. It would be nice to shut up completely for once.



Maternal interrogation alert.
I wish I weren't taking A levels this year.

wasting time

Artwork for college publications is going nicely.

Now, if only I weren't so fleshly tired for no reasonable reason.


P.S. Auntie Sham hath christened my little meido la Rochelle. Lend her thy ears, my friends. She is a genius.

mmm caramel!

I think Blogger screwed the res for this one.

On hindsight, probably not. Maybe only a little bit.

thanks for the panadol, amin. you're cool.

Awful cramps, almost worse that my constant craving for orange juice.

Oh --

And at turned out that I had made an error on the topic of my brother's scholarship opportunities. He hadn't been offered two scholarships. He had been offered THREE.

I wish I weren't taking A levels this year.





If that great big silver ankh is still there on sale tomorrow I'm grabbing it, money or no money.

zzz

Lying in my bed, doing nothing. Feels so good.

Back to work work work on monday.


P.S. final amount spent last week is actually over $160. Unforseen circumstances. Ugh!

put money in thy purse

My business face works. Complete strangers smile at me for no reason even when I'm feeling really brutally antisocial, alas!

^____^




EXPENDITURE FOR THIS WEEK

my part in the Lear tickets: $22

a Midsummer's Night Dream tickets: $15.50

loan to XT for a Midsummer's Night Dream tickets: $15.50 (at least this is just a loan!)

payment for class' lit notes: $10 (at least this, also, is just a loan.)

Othello: $25.90 (see now why I was so pissed?)

Ets' necklace: $15 (ets was nice enough to give me a hefty discount. I am Grateful.)

RJ chorale tickets: $7

food (so far): approx $25, anticipated $30 (there's still tomorrow to go, after all)



overall: $140.90 -- in a WEEK.

Verdict: Oh my gods.

Fuck,

I hate to find out I have wasted money! Now I have TWO scruffy malenky copies of Othello. What more can I ask for?

A porsche?

of Invisible people and constructive criticism

Nor is my invisibility exactly a matter of bio-chemical accident to my epidermis. That invisibility to which I refer occurs because of a peculiar disposition of the eyes of those with whom I come in contact. A matter of the construction of their inner eyes, those eyes with which they look through their physical eyes upon reality. I am not complaining, nor am I protesting either. It is sometimes advantageous to be unseen, although it is most often rather wearing on the nerves. Then too, you're constantly being bumped against by those of poor vision. Or again, you often doubt if you really exist.


Business face. Your point is taken, XT: if you mention bugbears or drips one more time, however, the bugbear will have been provoked to bite your head off. Otherwise you shall have a business face too. Be patient.

anarchronism

2.4 was today, and will be the LAST TIME in my LIFE that I am forced to run anything resembling a timed marathon. I hope.

Shocking news ahead: this is not an unhappy tale.



I didn't fail the Unseen paper.

My local library is undergoing a comics renaissance (HOORAY!).

Character design for my superhero is going smoothly;

I feel healthy, although my back hurts,

and I've found a new love life in lasagna.

Things are looking up.


I think I'll wallow in optimism for a bit.

Oh, fickle adolscent inclinations, fie.

YES, even my solciting problems are over! My father has been unexpectedly generous. The bleeding in my pocket has been staunched with his charitable plaster of sponsorship.

I look forward to seeing my stockpile not dwindle at such rapid speed any further.


I am at peace with the world.

of scholars and corn

Congratulations to my older brother -- he of the straight As and impeccable personality has enticed the interest of TWO scholarships and a clean entry to Cornell. Now he has to choose between PSC and A*STAR, and he's still trying for Stamford University. The best thing about it is that he deserves it all -- he's a thoroughly nice person on top of having worked through the whole of last year. He even found time to teach me math, brain-dead and recalcitrant though I was.

Unfortunately the family euphoria over the news brought the spotlight a little over to my side. I'd told my poor mother before not to rely on me for money or glory in the future, because what I'd do for a living would in all likelihood be 'tremendously unprofitable'. She tried to bring that up again today. I was shuffling to my homework from the toilet at the time, so I didn't even bother to give her a good stink eye.

I think I'm working up to be a fantastic disappointment to the family.

On the bright side -- my lovely Lear tickets have been BOUGHT!!! It's a lodestone off my chest. It's only money matters left now.

I'm going to a show by the RSC.

After a high-strung week and three full days of purgatorial frustration it's hard to believe it. I mean. I'm going to a show by the RSC!

I'm growing up around President Yusof Ishak's face

Buying tickets always seem to involve some kind of power politics. Let's forget about Phantom and talk about King Lear. King Lear is to be performed by the Royal Shakespeare Company, a theatre organisation world-renowned for -- duh -- their Shakespeare productions. The Royal Shakespeare Company, in short, is coming to singapore. The RSC never comes to Singapore. And when they do at last, they bring Ian MacKellen with them.

The tickets quite naturally cost some serious dough. $160 for the seats that I'm gunning for, the most expensive are $300.

15% off if you get twenty people to order in a body, says the website. Alas for us that it was not to be. Even an inter-school search for 20 interested people with relatively deep pockets failed.

Now that my mum has heard about it she wants a ticket for my brother, which I'm getting, but she's getting leery about the price and wants me to solicit my father for some money. After having frantically imploring my class, my CCA and even various teachers (to buy Lear tickets) to utter failure I am frankly in no mood to beg things from my father, particularly because my father is of the staunch belief that even books and movies are a waste of monny -- I'd sit on a defenceless rabbit pie first. I'm perfectly capable of paying for my ticket on my own, but my brother has no stockpile to speak of, and in the future I think I need to be more wary of my mother when she declares proudly that 'money is of no object'. It's more complicated than anyone knows. But I had thought my soliciting troubles were over with that allowance increase.