Sometimes I feel like a stalker

Just now I was reading a certain someone's blog.

Am very pissed because she always got something to write on her blog. Something interesting, fuuny and describe her life well. And her life just seem, you know, so purposeful, so...filled.

Unlike me who squints at other's blogs and stalks them.

Quite pathetic.

Today is another very long day. Getting yelled at in CCA, and still getting yelled at in drama practice.

Don't get me wrong. I approve of what Veronique is doing. I mean, getting us to focus and concentrate, and making our drama watchable. But someone, or many a lot of someone,do not like being yelled at.

Still, we would probably drift off if no one get us on track.

M H told us about the S and its auditions, about how most people in ME will get in. But there was one year, there was an exception, a girl with attendance problems got kicked out.

Was everyone looking at me? Or just guilty conscience?

Just feel stressed nowadays. Even more stressed than before exam.

Tasia: So, I'm Gwen's mum?

(Gwen is my character in the drama)

Me: Yeah. Wait, but, you are also Darren. (The boy I have a crush on in the drama)

Tasia: You fell in love with your mum?

Mathea: Either RY is lesbian or Tasia is bisexual.

We both glared at her.

Ok, going to search for gothic pictures on the web now. Then will write Remains of Mercy.

An update

You can hear sacarsm dripping from my voice and pooling on the floor.

Just joking. That was a phrase I learnt today.

Of course it was sacarsm.

A little taste of my life today.

At drama rehearsal, YQ and I were sitting on stage at auditorium very sian. As usual, she was pinching her nose.

I said nothing, as usual.

Then Jerilyn, who was at the av control room, like, two floors up and 50 metres away, shouted.

"Can you stop pinching your nose?"

YQ glared at her (but I guess she must look rather tiny to Jerilyn from the control room) and held on to her nose for at least 3 seconds more. For good measure.

I laughed till I choked.

An exhibition of pictures 4

All emo pictures. You know me.

Bleak desolate landscape....Sounds really familiar

The forgotten

So...you know..dark age.

A single drop of blood. Quite poetic right?

A dream

Battlefield

Ok.

Recently, my house has been like a battlefield.

The two sides at war are NUS High and Hwa Chong.

So for the past three days, my life at home alternated between yelling, doors banging and people sulking.

Poor Peter and I are civilians caught in the crossfire.

I mean, Howard does not even know his results yet. Isn't it a bit too early?

The many pronounciation of Wilhelm

Notes:
Since I have no time recently (come to think of it, always) to write any long entries, I will write short entries instead. Maybe it will increase the frequency of my blogging. So here goes.

One random day:
Anne: So Wheelham...
Me: William.
Sarah: Whilam
Veronique: Wheelham
Me: For goodness sake, it's German. So William! Ok? (Actually, I also don't know how to pronounce)
Rx: It's just a name...