"i want a genuinely happy and carefree and primary3-like partyy. and then we can push each other in the pool and laugh our brains out and not care about how much we weigh and the sizes of the jeans we wear. is that possible anymore? is it possible for anyone to walk out to orchard road in their pajamas and not "turn head"s? is it possible for humans to not take note of other peoples' looks or their wealth at all? BLURPS."
I kind of hate going out and all. My idea of a real party is where us friends meet up at somebody's house, wear pajamas and talk and read magazines till the middle of the night, jump into the pool together, eat as many chips as you like, do things at your own pace etc.
You don't have to worry about how you look like. You don't have to wonder every 5 minutes, "Why is she staring at me? Is my hair alright? Is my shirt stained?" You don't have to worry about food. You can just eat as much as you like and no one will call you a pig. Best of all? Absolutely NO money is spent. You can just leave your wallet at home and not worry about going broke.
Its like... Shorts are really comfortable. But I don't wear them in public because people might see how flabby my thighs and and gossip about me. And they might think I'm cheap and can't afford jeans.
I tell you, the problem lies with the staring, eye-rolling, hair flipping and lip curling. All these lead to the worrying and wondering. And its always to do with money, clothes or looks. How shallow.
Anyway, thanks Sandra for giving me something to think about!
See! You should never be afraid about what you want to say. You never know... a simple entry expressing your thoughts could just enlighten anybody.
Training. Was not that bad. There was this extremely scary bit... when we were doing a defence drill. She was talking to her and both were staring at us like crazy! I think its me. Because I was doing the running at that time. If you wanna know who the two subjects were, ask PERSONALLY.
I told Lailing while we were waiting for the bus and she was like, "Either you're very good or very bad." In other words, I'm doing something that's different from other people. Bah. I was so disturbed I couldn't sleep during the 45 minute ride home on stupid 66. I'm like wondering about all the possibilities. Um... maybe I'm too sensitive.
Hmm... Gonna be quite busy these few days (: There's the Sentosa outing on Friday and the stay-over in church... Then I'm flying off on Sunday night and coming back 8 days later. And I'll be missing netball camp (AW) and the marathon (YAY). I hate running. Who doesn't?
Nothing much to do nowadays. My mother sacked my piano teacher and hired a new one so I don't have to do my theory homework or practice. My mother's forcing the teacher to continue teaching from my old books and not get new ones. But guess what I'm going to do? I'm going to hide the books which I HATE and pretend they don't even exist. Like the stupid orange book. Its just full of stupid drills that are so freaking difficult and they're no songs or whatever.
In other words, its called bad music.
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