Hey all!

I'll be off to LA tomorrow. Strangely, I'm not very excited about my vacation...it's probably the prospect of a 21-hour long plane flight...EWWWW. Anyway, see you guys in 2 weeks. Don't miss me too much, okay? ;-)

Much love,
Pearlyn

I know how to play mahjong!!!

Whee!

Thanks to Angie and her Mum, Wei Yen, Janice, Yoggi and I are relatively well-equipped with basic skills to play a simple game of mahjong. I used to think that mahjong was a game played by bored old people, thanks to Hong Kong drama serials. Now.......actually, I still think so. I feel old, but entertained.

I wish I had magic powers. Then, I would make my room clean itself. I would conjure up my own Chicken Little and a baby elephant. And that big-eyed thing from Madagascar.

I was just talking to Wei yesternight, about what sheltered people we are. I guess I was feeling slightly thoughtful after reading a couple of blogs belonging to people I once knew in primary school. Boozing, clubbing, smoking, even cutting themselves... I'm not freaked out or anything, just shocked at how messed up some of the happy kids I knew have turned out. Okay, maybe 'messed up' is the wrong phrase. They're just so...bitter. Cynical. Angry with the world. Contrast this with the typical Dunman High nerd (i.e. Me.), who counts 'jaywalking' as her worst criminal offence, who freaks out (until this year) when she's 5 minutes late for lessons after recess. Whose Mummy drove her almost everywhere (until this year), who didn't get out much. Sheltered little bitch.

Wei is not grounded anymore!! Heehee! Goodiegoodie. Tomorrow, we're going to celebrate Rachie's birthday! Tralala....and Tuesday. Oooo.

(:

Sometimes, I question the purpose of my existence.

Now, the last thing I wanna do here, is to sound philosophical. There are just days when I wake up, and go ,'Fuck, another day.' Before the holidays, at least there was school to deal with. But now...I don't know. There's stuff to do. I've got that freaking Math Test to study for. There's Orientation 1 2006, which is gonna make us councillors reaaaally busy. I have holiday homework. I have to start studying for A-levels. Oh, joy.

But I don't waaaant to.

I just want to crawl back under the covers and hide there. For the whole bloody day.

I want a baby elephant. Preferably purple, thank you very much.

I want to eat prata. Ice cream. Chocolate. Cookies. Pie. Nasi Lemak. Pizza. Fried carrot cake. Laksa. Pretzels. Sushi. Fudge. Brownies. All the sin-food under the sun. Then, I want to lock myself up in the toilet and stick two fingers down my throat, and watch in satisfaction as everything slides out of my oesophagus in the opposite direction in which it entered. Plop. A mass of indistinguishable crap. Yes, I'm doing this, when little kids in Africa are starving. When grubby-faced children in remote parts of China can't afford shoes, I gorge myself silly and puke everything out, just for the fun of it. Go figure.

For what am I doing this for anyway?

I got promoted. I should be happy. I have wonderful parents who will give me almost everything in the world (even though they can be totally unreasonable and neurotic sometimes, but I guess I shouldn't complain..). I've an active social life. Nice clothes. I have great friends. I shouldn't complain.

Yeah, I'm rubbing it in. Sue me.

I guess I AM happy. Contented, at least. I count my blessings, okay.

She has an angel who doesn't care that she's a crazy neurotic bitch. He's her newest blessing. She loves it when he scrunches his face and looks like a silly but adorable camel. Her heart melts at the sight of him when he rests his head on her shoulder, with his eyes closed. Like a sleeping baby. One that she hopes to cuddle for ever and ever.

But why do people fall 'in love'? Meet, fall in love, courtship, marry, have sex, make babies..not necessarily in that order, of course. Blood, sweat and tears. Tears of joy, tears of sorrow. Where will this lead to in the end? This. Happily-ever-after, an epic love story (in which, I may add, everyone dies for Love. wow.), or a heart-wrenching tragedy? So many people in this world, so many stories. And where do I stand, in this huge web of tales?

I want a Chicken Little. Buy me a Chicken Little, please.

What I want to do now, is to give a really big SIGH.


















clubbin drinkin drugs

Wei is GROUNDED!

For a week.

Ohmygosh.

Boo.

That means that we can't go out tomorrow. Sigh. Ah well. I shall go on my MISSION alone.

No mood to blog. I HAVE PW TOMORROW. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

She's giddy with happiness, intoxicated with love. She's safe in your arms, and she hopes you won't let go, ever.

Yet...

Yet...

There are the scars from the past. She knows that you're different, she really does. She doesn't want to feel like that, but sometimes, she's afraid that she's just not good enough. Shit. She's turning into emotional, self-pitying crap. wtf. Ugh.

I really don't want to screw up.

Long, draggy GM. Phwoooraaagghhhh.

Pool. :)

Heri was adorable. He taught me how to play pool properly. Quoted from Heri at KV: 'Now, you must learn the physics of the ball.' *voice full of wisdom and knowledge* Hahahahaha!! When I finally succeeded in hitting one ball in, without the help of any form of wind or Anu's breath (he blew in a couple of shots), GUESS WHAT. Everyone clapped. Everyone = all the SC people present; read: around 10 people. So embarrassing!!

Oh goshh. During GM, Zhi Zhan told everyone that the OM installed a bloody security camera outside the SC Room. Like, whatthehell?!?!!? That man is OBSESSED. Stupid deluded git.

SCRUNCHIES!!!!
Haha.