Long entry!
Chinese has got to be the most fun lesson this year (SURPRISE SURPRISE). I mean we used to dread it. But now with laoshi's pregnancy, she's always late for class. XD And now with the new O level format, we need not learn any words or whatnot. So we were just chatting and chatting most of the time. We touched areas on abortion and pregnancy, but laoshi was so candid about everything, it scares me quite a bit. Alright, I'll spare you the bits. Oh come on, it trains us for our oral exam. Laoshi was like "希望你们可以在口式的时候这样讲话!"
(I just hope all of you will be able to speak like THAT for your conversational topics during your O level Oral exam!)
And so you see, Connie and I were at Starbucks, Macdonalds and her parents' office practicing our 新闻话题 and 日常话题. Was just stuttering all the way (yeah, with my buddy as my invilgilator). It's not much a consolation that O level Chinese Oral for my class is one day before my birthday. How pleasant, huh!
Alessa asked me why I still bought my
Black Esprit tote when I know that everyone else will have it anyway. It made sense to me, despite the design's disturbing simplicity, it seemed to appeal to the masses. I guess the only reason why I got one for myself is because it's comfy, and big. Well, so 2 days ago, at Northpoint (the exact place where I purchased my darling -new- black esprit tote) I saw 4 other girls/ladies/women/females/whatnot having the same bag. *scoffs*
I have another bag about that size, but it's bright red - certainly not something you'd carry off with a blue pinafore and white blouse. I was planning to bring it to school today, but I decided that I won't try.
I love totes, with every reason to! See, I like carrying it on one shoulder - it serves a physical reflection of my very much unbalanced lifestyle. (No girls, I'm kidding.) I just like being about to hug it in front of me. I hope you won't call this
another one of my insecurity problems! I know - I get several weird glances on the train in the morning when I heave a sigh and hug my tote tightly like a plushie, but who cares, I'm comfortable hugging my tote.
I should mention that I slept at 3am last night. I woke up at whooping 5 - HYPER (and dancing around class, chirpily greeting every early bird to class). Well, I had lots of bread the night before, so maybe my sugar level just shot way up high. The energy kept me going. I didn't sleep in any classes! Much joy to that! But okay, that's besides the point. I think I need to get more sleep. The whole irony to that is that I got to bed at 11pm - sharp. And I never fall asleep till hours later. Nevermind about that. Come on, who doesn't know of my amazing nocturnal habits anyway!
School today was pretty slackish. I talked about chinese. English was more or less like chinese, because I personally love listening to stories from teachers. I think Ms Shanthi found out that the whole last row, okay lets just say Me and Alessa. We were both just staring into space. Then Alessa was being a total freak, shaving her eraser with her penknife and she accidentally cut herself. I saw her finger and I was like "HOLY CRAP ALESSA!" and I freaked out. (... actually the first thing that came to my mind was the Alessa cut herself intentionally, but that was stupid, honestly.) To quote Alessa:
"I ended up with a very bloody finger and scared the hell out of poor Ningy. She was like: OMG. ALESSA ALESSA. And I was desperately trying to shut her up while staring at the blood drip down my middle finger." So yes. That wasn't the only cut Alessa got on her fingers today. Shan't elaborate. She's, you know, strange and very much accident-prone.
Periods. *coughs* Rae mentioned in
DMB that:
Caffeine is also a nono when you have your period. I think it had something to do with your blood flow o.O. I was like O______O NOOO Tell me you are kidding! Everyday of my present period, I've been having at least a cup of Starbucks (size varies everyday. Grande, Grande, Venti, Tall). Aye. This disturbs me. Nevermind ning, chill. It's just
a period, it'll be over in a few days. Yes, ning? Yep.
Now ning, stop talking to yourself
On a lighter note. I've been having so much to blog lately, because I've been carrying around this journal thing and so whenever I catch something remotely weird/interesting/cool/whatever I just write it down, so I remember them all. Where else to talk about them other than my blog?
Yes, did I mention that saying "Hi Delle" in class very often is cathartic. It sure is. (It's a matter of whether or not you have a cool classmate called Delle still *winks*)