better in time.
which is a very good title because
1) i am listening to that song right now. it's by leona lewis. i think i am now a fan of leona lewis cos she has an awesome voice and i love her songs. better in time and forgive me. bleeding love is okay. haha and one other reason, which is very very funny. "leona lewis or leon lewis (some supposed swimmer)?" hahahahaha. win.
2) that's what i think of the sbc. that it'll get better in time. i mean, it used to be quite bad during our year, right? but the whole hype is slowly dying down already. except it might come back up again on 12th/14th/15th jan when results come out. if we do exceptionally well, then i think the future batches will have to put up with comparisons. poor things. ANYWAY, i think i'm very comforted that we care so much about the relationship between mainstream and sbc. and how we try to make things better. in some dystopic society in some novel, the author will probably try to emphasize on the gap between this two-- sbc will be the superior beings and they'll be specially treated = air conditioned classes in an entirely different block from everybody else, a different uniform even. then everybody will love-hate the sbc. love because we can't deny their ability to contribute to the school's image and maintaining the school's status as one of the best. hate because they don't have to be snobby and specially treated and proud. ok whatever, i'm ranting. imagination running away.
right. so today was aweshumz. because i felt like a very cool and sophisticated senior, waving Ruffles enticingly in front of her juniors and also leading blindfolded sec3 sbc girls through an obstacle course which eventually ends with the trustfall. my eyes. i think i finally understand why some people are so appalled when i tell them i'm super not used to wearing shorts underneath my pinafore. PEOPLE, PLEASE WEAR SHORTS UNDERNEATH YOUR PINAFORE FROM NOW ON. esp during orientation. because there's a probability of a trustfall. and in that case, if you don't wear shorts underneath, probability of you flashing your knickers is like 1. trust me, i don't want to see anything i'm not supposed to see. but, i suppose it isn't your fault. so, whose fault? lemme see, WHO THOUGHT OF A TRUSTFALL IN THE FIRST PLACE?
i'm not mad. just curious. you know, so i can pat your back and applaud the great idea. such a noble game. it teaches one to TRUST. how touching. please sense my sincerity. it's difinitely sincerity and not sarcasm. i repeat, not sarcasm.
i know what i'm going to do now! quotes from the past audrey.
march 2007:
anyways, i was packing my bag for tomorrow when i suddenly realised how pink i am. this may sound horribly stupid to you, but it's just one of those "oh!" moments where things right under your nose are suddenly made obvious to you. i was stuffing my pink umbrella into my bag, which was on my pink bed and near my pink cushion.
and then i asked myself exactly how much i loved pink. but the question quickly turned into "do i love pink at all?". i mean, when you love someone, you can tell by your behaviour towards that person and how that person returns the love, right? but what about a non-living thing, which doesn't have a shape and form? a COLOUR, to be accurate.
i may be so used to having pink things that i naturally deem it as my favourite colour. everybody associates me with pink (or vice versa) all the time, but do i really love pink? honestly though, i can't quite imagine myself liking any colour other than pink. maybe it's a habit which is hard to kick? i don't know. it's just... my colour. i choose pink for any possible objects, and if there isn't a pink (like my correction tape), i take the closest colour (red). pink and me go wayyyy back, but how far will we go?
i feel so weird everytime a person mentions my name on her blog, or praises me. maybe i'm strange in that way, but that's just me. i feel ridiculous whenever someone says i look pretty. i feel ridiculou when they say they like my hair. i've always seen myself in this negative black light, so it's just weird when there's something good said about me. i never thought myself to be pretty, especially so when i'm surrounded by girls who are all so wonderfully beautiful.
i do feel happy when someone says i'm funny, because that means that i've succeeded in making her laugh. that's a good thing. laughter's such a beautiful sound, it should be heard more often.
my gosh, so gross and embarrassing. haha i'm just going to stop there. not going to attempt humiliating myself any further.
listen to leona lewis okay!!
