Monday, 30 April 2007 | 6:10 pm
It's on baby, it's on
---An extremely long and boring blabberfest ahead---
Tara and I are having a massive fight. It started in maths. I don't think we'll ever be able to reconcile. We didn't end up bitch slapping each other or ignoring each other for the rest of the day. No, we're too mature for that. It all started when I teased Tara about her popularity with the males, and we started arguing. *sigh* We wrote down a list of all the guys that have asked us out/hinted at liking us in the past 5 years. It's like, a competition now. See, I said more guys liked her, and she said more guys liked me. My list for her is totally kicking butt, eight guys have liked her so far which is...one more than me. See! Told you more guys like YOU! Haha, we're not really fighting, much. She's just trying to increase my list but I'm SO going to win :)
Obviously, we get really bored in methods. The drawings below are testament to that. If you look closely you can even see Rowena toilet and Jeremy toilet. Aptly named for their resemblance to toilet door signs.
Tara is the huge head on top, looking a bit like Johnny Depp's character from Pirates of the Carribean. Ashwyn's the one on bottom left, and I bottom right. Don't you just love my artistic talent?
On a different subject altogether, I started re-reading The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger today, after a certain episode occurred at lunch. Anyway, the book was labelled "the next Lovely Bones...a rare book" by Evening Standard. I've actually read Lovely Bones and they're both really good and very original, they have quite a similar effect on the reader. I know most of you probably have not read either of these books, and probably will NOT go read this book unless Michelle tells you to (ala Memoirs of a Geisha)...but I really recommend it. It's basic genre is romance, and it's incredibly sad. Here's the blurb:
This is the extraordinary love story of Clare and Henry who met when Clare was six and Henry thirty-six, and were married when Clare was twenty-two and Henry thirty. Impossible, but true, because Henry suffers from a rare condition where his genetic clock periodically resets and he finds himself pulled suddenly into his past or future. In the face of this force they can neither prevent nor control, Henry and Clare's struggle to lead normal lives is both intensely moving and entirely unforgettable.
Reminds me of something. Does anyone believe in love/like at first sight? The first time I met someone I cared about, and they looked at me, really LOOKED at me. For a moment, everything was still...I won't forget. I promise I won't mention it again unless you ask really nicely, or if aforementioned someone dares look at me like that again; I will probably slap them.
Sorry darlings, changing topic again. Today I realized I don't have any talent. I know, that's probably a pretty harsh thing for me to say, but it's about myself so nobody has permission to complain. I mean, I can play the piano but I lack any kind of creativity. I can play the saxophone but I don't practice, I'm crap and still can't improvise using the 12 bar blues. I can draw, but well, you've seen the picture above, pretty self-explanatory really. I can sing, but my parents said I sounded like a cat that has a firecracker up its arse (haha they didn't really say that, they looked at me like that's what they wanted to say). I can write, but what's the point if nobody reads what you write?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not too upset about it. Just amazed that in 16 years I haven't managed to find something I'm truly good at. Someone recently told me I looked unimaginative and boring. I thought, HEY, you know....you're right. Unless I have some kind of cool talent hidden up my sleeve or somewhere underneath ten thousand layers of clothing (it's nearly winter!), you're RIGHT. Being boring sucks. I will go back to being unsociable and reading books all the time. That will solve all my problems ^^. There's a bright side too, at least I'm not stupid.
My mum pulled the biggest no-brainer yesterday. She made...wait for it, pea soup with NO peas _ _" Does anyone else see the problem with this? You may ask me why I can't cook, well here's your answer...
Tara and I are having a massive fight. It started in maths. I don't think we'll ever be able to reconcile. We didn't end up bitch slapping each other or ignoring each other for the rest of the day. No, we're too mature for that. It all started when I teased Tara about her popularity with the males, and we started arguing. *sigh* We wrote down a list of all the guys that have asked us out/hinted at liking us in the past 5 years. It's like, a competition now. See, I said more guys liked her, and she said more guys liked me. My list for her is totally kicking butt, eight guys have liked her so far which is...one more than me. See! Told you more guys like YOU! Haha, we're not really fighting, much. She's just trying to increase my list but I'm SO going to win :)
Obviously, we get really bored in methods. The drawings below are testament to that. If you look closely you can even see Rowena toilet and Jeremy toilet. Aptly named for their resemblance to toilet door signs.
On a different subject altogether, I started re-reading The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger today, after a certain episode occurred at lunch. Anyway, the book was labelled "the next Lovely Bones...a rare book" by Evening Standard. I've actually read Lovely Bones and they're both really good and very original, they have quite a similar effect on the reader. I know most of you probably have not read either of these books, and probably will NOT go read this book unless Michelle tells you to (ala Memoirs of a Geisha)...but I really recommend it. It's basic genre is romance, and it's incredibly sad. Here's the blurb:
This is the extraordinary love story of Clare and Henry who met when Clare was six and Henry thirty-six, and were married when Clare was twenty-two and Henry thirty. Impossible, but true, because Henry suffers from a rare condition where his genetic clock periodically resets and he finds himself pulled suddenly into his past or future. In the face of this force they can neither prevent nor control, Henry and Clare's struggle to lead normal lives is both intensely moving and entirely unforgettable.
Reminds me of something. Does anyone believe in love/like at first sight? The first time I met someone I cared about, and they looked at me, really LOOKED at me. For a moment, everything was still...I won't forget. I promise I won't mention it again unless you ask really nicely, or if aforementioned someone dares look at me like that again; I will probably slap them.
Sorry darlings, changing topic again. Today I realized I don't have any talent. I know, that's probably a pretty harsh thing for me to say, but it's about myself so nobody has permission to complain. I mean, I can play the piano but I lack any kind of creativity. I can play the saxophone but I don't practice, I'm crap and still can't improvise using the 12 bar blues. I can draw, but well, you've seen the picture above, pretty self-explanatory really. I can sing, but my parents said I sounded like a cat that has a firecracker up its arse (haha they didn't really say that, they looked at me like that's what they wanted to say). I can write, but what's the point if nobody reads what you write?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not too upset about it. Just amazed that in 16 years I haven't managed to find something I'm truly good at. Someone recently told me I looked unimaginative and boring. I thought, HEY, you know....you're right. Unless I have some kind of cool talent hidden up my sleeve or somewhere underneath ten thousand layers of clothing (it's nearly winter!), you're RIGHT. Being boring sucks. I will go back to being unsociable and reading books all the time. That will solve all my problems ^^. There's a bright side too, at least I'm not stupid.
My mum pulled the biggest no-brainer yesterday. She made...wait for it, pea soup with NO peas _ _" Does anyone else see the problem with this? You may ask me why I can't cook, well here's your answer...