Goodness, I haven't been very nice to my blog huh. Oh well. I'm down with a dormant fever, flu and a bad case of cough. Which isn't a very good thing 'cos I have my second aqua aerobics lesson tomorrow (I already missed the first one!!) and choir practice on Tuesday! I suspect that I have a throat infection. Either that or a whooping case of bronchitis. My phlegm is kinda funky...it's yellow and sticky and basically ick and bleugh. Plus it seems to be really deep inside my windpipe and stuff....gotta see a doctor soon. =(
I just thought of something that made me laugh during the past week: there's this girl I met in school, who's from Singapore Chinese Girls' School, called Chuang Mei. Pretty name, huh? Anyway, she IS pretty, but unfortunately hides her face behind this pair of glasses with thick red frames. Plus she wears braces and has a short, pageboy hairstyle. The resultant look is one of a typical nerdy, goody-two-shoes, albeit a pretty one. It's just...not her thing. She speaks in this lilting tone, in perfect English and seems to be the only one who understands my stale jokes (which I got from British Chic Lit. which most people don't get. shame.). She's also one of the most polished people I've ever met, the only one who expressed incredulity at my (lack of?) discipline regarding my attire.
CM: "Oh. You're wearing coloured hair accessories." Me: "Yar..no more images of Dunman high prefects breathing down my neck. So I guess I just went..." CM: "Wild?" Me: "Urmm...not really."
Strangely, I wasn't offended. Maybe it's the mature me talking here, but this girl gets my respect for sticking ot her guns. She's the only one I've met who hasn't donned a pair of ankle-socks, or done anything to her uniform. Anyway, she and I get along pretty well, but this impression of her being so darn polished and prim and proper is just stuck in my head.
Yeah. So there was this time when we were in the library with another girl, Marianne. We were just talking about stuff in general (yeah very condusive.)..
CM: "I have a dirty little secret...." *Picture M and I straining forward, increduled by this sudden brink of revelation.* P: "Urm...yar?" CM: "Actually, I have another name.....*flashes ID card.*"
P and M: "...."
She was so goddamned PRETTY!!!! SHe had long hair, no braces and contacts. It was like, WHAT THE **** HAS THIS PERSON BEEN DOING TO HERSELF?!
And the name she had been hiding from us? Tiffany Jordan. Pretty pretty name! Reminds me of all things glittery and expensive (like, Tiffany Jewellery? Nvm.). Anyway, she said something so matter-of-factly that I laughed and snorted in the library.
M: "EH you looked so..." CM: "Yeah I used to be hot."
Hah! Hahahahahaahahahaah...
Okaaaaay. Maybe it doens't sound THAT funny when narrated, but trust me, you would have laughed. WHat's more, she said that she avoided 'Tiffany' 'cos it sounded inexplicably porn-starish and airheaded. Hahahahahahaha.... the girl's priceless and full of surprises. In the midst of our laughing fit (she didn't laugh at all. she was so serious.), she said to Marianne, "Shall we skip history?" It was like the weirdest thing to come out of her mouth! Freaking priceless. Oh yeah. They were picking guys' names for me too...
M: " what should we call her?" P: *suggestively* "how about Braaaaaaaaaad." M and CM: "NO. That is so not you!" *HEEEEEEEEEY. Now what's that supposed to mean...-wails-/* CM: "ARTHUR!!!!!" P: "WHAAA- No way!!! that sounds so....paedophile!!!!!"
So basically, I'm now Wacko-Jacko's commarade in arms. Peace out duuuudes. Pffft.
