It is precisely 3:07 on a Saturday morning over here. It seems that over the holidays, I have miraculously metamorphosized (is there such a word?) from an early sleeper at 10 pm to a very nocturnal and very much hungry teenager.
I sleep in the day; I’m practically a vampire or something! And I am not proud of it. I’m missing a lot of meals waking up at 3 in the afternoon! I’m barely cutting it close for what the English call ‘high-tea’. No wonder I’m so famished at 2 am.
But I am not alone in my nocturnalism (again, is there such a word?). Ever since the holidays, everyone’s been pretty much asleep during daylight hours and wide awake without the aid of caffeine after hours. Gee. We teenagers are mutating, aren’t we? Sooner or later, we’d get nightvision. Or like, the ability to conjure food out of absolutely nothing to satiate our midnight thirst for Cheetos and beef jerky. That’d be radical. Tee-hee!
Speaking of holidays, these emergency holidays are starting to bore me out of my cranium. Swine flu hasn’t hit me but it’s killing me alright. I sort of miss school now. Sort of. I mean, I still despise laborious homework, certain teachers, impossible-to-flush-at-all toilets and crappy cafeteria food but I do miss seeing my friends everyday, somewhat fun practicals in the lab, lunches at the nearby cafe, spying on Sexgod with Richelle and just plain hanging out with my mates at the multipurpose basketball court (it’s used as a football field, basketball court, parking lot, hang-out-place-during-recess and several other pointless-to-mention uses).
H1N1 is gay. Stop taking lives for Pete’s sake! Sheesh. What if we NEVER go back to school?! What if everyone mutates into zombies and I’d have to kill my bestfriend by knocking her head off with a lamp?! Zombie Town. That sounds cool—wait! No! Not cool! It’s like premature Armageddon! What the hell is going on?! First Michael Jackson dies, and now this place gets infested with zombies! Sheesh. Some people must really dislike me. I sense FaceBook worshippers. Tee-hee! (Alright, NigaHiga overdose.)
So anyways, we have a gig at Sheraton Hotel this Sunday, should be good. I heard the food is AWESOME. At least, that’s what everyone says. Maybe it’s all just a ruse to get me to play. No, that wouldn’t make any sense. I would still play, regardless the food standard. MEHHHH.
We had band practice a few hours ago, and due to stinkin’ H1N1, we had to wear these insane facemasks. We look absolutely ridiculous as the masks resemble Donald Duck’s beak. Sheesh. (Alright, Josh Osman-Wolfe overdose) I gotta remember to take a photo. It’s so hard to communicate under these hideous things! But it’s cool and it freaks people out when you walk into a grocery store with one on your face, right Joseph? You can practically rob a bank with one. Wicked cool.
A pretty fun thing I did today was ride home with Neel after band. The guy drives like a maniac! I swear, I could’ve died today. Not cool. But wicked fun.
“Dude, drive properly!”
“What, like this? [takes hands off steering wheel]”
“Holy mother of—PUT YOUR HANDS BACK ON THE WHEEL!!”
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“If you’re planning on having an accident, please, as long as I’m not in it, we’re cool.”
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“Okay, okay, I’ll drive properly woman. [takes his eyes off the road and starts facing me, talking]”
“DUDE, PLEASE!!!! EYES ON THE ROAD!”
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“Look, Michael Jackson just died! If I die, the world can’t take losing another legend!”
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“Hey, if you and I die, T. Honey’s gonna kill us.”
“But we’re DEAD.”
“FIGURE OF SPEECH, WATCH THE ROAD!”
He missed my house too. And when we took the U-turn to get around, we missed the nearest one. Hahaha. Still, riding with Neel, wicked fun. I should get him to drive me everywhere now. Ah, friends with benefits in another, less cunt-ey meaning eh? Good times, good times indeed.
Anyways, I’ve got to get to bed. (Wait, I am in bed. The laptop’s on my knees and I’m pretty much freezing here.) It’s 4:29. Wow, I take ages to write. Probably because Joseph distracts me on MSN every 2 minutes. I am not complaining, however. Tee-hee! I need to sleep, band at 2 in the afternoon later and mum told me to wake up for breakfast, she doesn’t care, as long as I wake up for breakfast, I can crawl back into bed after.
Parents and breakfast. I’ll never know. Until I become a parent, that is, and start fretting over my teen being too thin (ONLY BECAUSE OF HER ABNORMALLY HIGH METABOLISMIC RATE, SHEEH, I’M NOT ANOREXIC FOR PETE’S SAKE) and forcing her to get up for breakfast at 8 am during the HOLIDAYS. Sigh, as if my child didn’t need any more early mornings. Who knows, if I’m lucky, my kid would be a morning person, as greatly opposed to her mom.
Okay, seriously. It’s a bit too early to be talking about parenthood, I haven’t even finished my high school education! Stupid H1N1. Too early for that, too late for bed.
Good morning zombies.
Apologies for the lack of new entries to entertain you for almost a fortnight, of course. What else would I be apologizing for anyway?
The reason for my two week absence is not of course because I’ve changed my mind about FaceBook and created myself an account, having just spent almost fourteen days poking someone and flooding another’s Wall instead of writing something for here, goodness no.
Speaking of FaceBook, Mina showed me this hilarious video rant about FaceBook. This goes out to all those who’ve incessantly treated me like dirt for not having a FaceBook account.*coughMarloKikoIzaqcough*
Ha-ha. Eat scum FaceBookers!
As to why I haven’t posted in a while... well, I’ve come to the conclusion that whenever something worth writing about happens to me, there’s always a 40-60% chance of me actually writing about it, especially when that ‘remotely interesting thing to write about’ thing happens to me in simultaneous succession within a span of only two weeks.
In lesser and simpler sounding words... I’ve been so freaking busy, I make New Yorkers seem relaxed and easy-going!
And in case you don’t know... we’re on a ten day break from school. Like that helps! This so called ‘holiday’ is not even a holiday, not to me, no sir, uh-uh! It’s just like a regular school day, minus the ‘school’ bit! See, the maid’s gone on a little holiday of her own and guess who gets the housework dumped all over her? Sigh.
Term One of school was so freaking hectic, I was so relieved for the ten-day break, but apparently and inconsequently, my plans aren’t just to eat, sleep, repeat at all. It’s freaking eat, do the dishes, get on laptop, cook the food, eat the food, do the dishes, get the laundry done, hang the laundry, dump the garbage, get self back upstairs, get on laptop, stay up till 3 to make up for lost time on laptop, sleep until noon, repeat!! That plus countless little things in between as well! Call this a holiday? My bottom. Oh, what I wouldn’t give for simple old eat, sleep, repeat.
In more or less four days, I’d be back at school, most undoubtedly finding myself buried in an alarmingly large mound of schoolwork by the end of each day. Another sigh. I haven’t even started on my holiday homework yet... who gives homework on a holiday anyway? WHO? Obviously, teachers at my school and yours do. One more sigh and a groan.
And guess what, I haven’t even gotten over the holiday lag from the two-month break last year. And that was LAST YEAR. Heaven’s angels. And Term One has been heller busy; shall I emphasize that for you? HELLER BUSY.
January, I was suffering from holiday jetlag after two-months of wicked fun weekends, sleepovers and parties. My brain refused to kick-start yet, so I said, okay, I’ll give it some time, I’ll focus next month, it’s only the first month right?
Come the second month, followed by National Day practice every-freaking-school-day, rehearsals for that TV show, the best weekend at KB, choir practice and auditions. Not to mention piles and piles of homework and tests here and there and practicals. AND THEY SAID THE 10TH YEAR WAS HONEYMOON YEAR. MY ARSE!
And so I said, okay, second month, there’s still the third month till assessment, I’ll focus then. March carried along with it more choir practice, the choir competition , TV show rehearsals, shootings and recital rehearsals and recital nights itself.
And don’t even get me started about the state of emotional trauma I’ve been in for the last three months!!
My heart and mind have been on a freaking rollercoaster ride, I think my soul might actually throw up its insides. (You can’t say I’m full of myself now.)
I can honestly say that I am pooped. I’m pretty much surprised (and relieved) that I haven’t gone insane due to all the pressure and emotional issues going on. Oh, the human heart and mind can only handle so much...
So you can only imagine how thankful I was for the grace of term break. Only to be ruined by the maid’s absence and the endless tasks now expected of me like uh, doing the laundry or sorting the garbage or ironing the clothes. I’m pretty surprised I’ve not been asked to paint the walls or rectify the plumbing.
Okay, let’s not talk about housework. I’ve had enough as it is. Mom will be home in half an hour and I’m willing to bet my newly bought—wait I haven’t bought anything in ages. One last sigh fellas. Never mind, she’ll be home in a bit and will probably drag me down to the kitchen to gut fish again or something.
So I’ll wrap this up and come up with another entry going over the last ten days, ‘cause believe me... enough has happened to last me a few months in solitude. Well given the current state of things, I think I will welcome a few months in peaceful, calm and school-free solitude. Ah, bliss.
Labels: hanging out, holidays, school