Feeling just a teeny-weeny bit lost and confused at the moment. I don't know. I'm being weird I guess. I don't know what I'm doing. A little melodrama? Maybe it's the anxiousness of the situation I'm in.

Here I am, waiting for my streaming results, absolutely helpless as to what would happen. I'm hoping and praying I'll get into the stream I want (obviously the first choice).

At this point I'd like to point out that I can't actually see the blinking thing that shows you where you're typing. That little "I" thing. D:

Anyway, not just streaming, but what about next year? Am I being weird, or crazy, but I feel like my heart's not that into netball anymore. I mean, I don't mind trainings and such, but it's not as interesting and as fun as before. Am I crazy? I hope not. But I am actually deliberating if I should join a second CCA next year, or actually quit netball. Yes, at this point, I'm bordering on "insane".



On a brighter note, I came back from my voice lesson today. Mom says there's a general improvement in technique. I can sing, but now I sing better (: Yes that made sense.

I'm moving towards the art-sy side right now. As I always do during the holidays. Music takes over ever second I'm awake. Poetry slowly seeps back into my brain, and I actually form rhyming couplets now. In fact, I'd much rather spend my time playing the guitar than watching TV, on some days of course (:

And I'd really love to take up some dance classes. Not so much hip-hop anymore. I'd kind of rather do Jazz, but hip-hop would be fun too (: Drama classes would be fun too, and of course, voice lessons.


And Doctor Who. Ah Doctor Who. I haven't watched it at all this weekend. That's rather depressing. Can't go a week without the Doctor!

Also, I was at Gitta's house for Halloween on Saturday, as always. Dressed up as some weird white-faced black-eyed woman. The trick-or-treaters said I looked like a character from Japanese horror shows. Actually, I don't look THAT scary on first sight. But of course, with a couple of seconds of staring, and awkward movements on my part, you'd get creeped out. :D

In conclusion, our Halloween act every year relies on the scarers' acting skills.


wonderful shot eh, this one? My mom took it outside the Asian Civilisation Museum, as we were walking away from the opening of the "Land of the Morning" exhibit. If you haven't gone to that exhibit, you should. It's a great way to see the Philippine culture and its people and history. What's funny though is that some of the pieces were borrowed from the Ayala Museum in Makati, which I had gone to. And here they are, and I saw them again. But then again, this exhibit was partly sponsored by the Ayala group, so I shouldn't be surprised.


I'm in love with All Time Low. I swear, could there be a better band than them? They're awesome. Music's amazing, lyrics are amazing, and the icing on the cake? They're a bunch of really awesome, cool, funny guys that just love having a good time.


I promise I will grow taller this holiday. sleeping way earlier than I usually do, I should do that. Grow grow grow. Before the summer, Marion and I were about the same height, sort of. She was less than half a head taller than me. When she came back, she's definitely a whole head taller than me. That's not fair.
Then again, her parents are extremely tall. But I will still try to grow. It sucks being short ya know.

On the subject of being short.... My patience has really been worn out during the course of the year. I didn't mind the comments at all throughout the first semester. But come last term, I was shooting daggers out of my eyes at anyone who slams my height.

To those people who like to pick at my height.
It's not that funny you know. Making all those tall-short jokes. Yes I know me standing between two tall people makes a valley. Yes I know the air I breathe isn't as "fresh" as all you people "up there". Yes I know I can't reach higher up areas, that's why I ask you for help duh. Yes I know many things you like to tease me about.
I'm sick and tired of all these damned jokes. Honestly, if you take pride and joy in picking at other people's (let's say...) disabilities, then you're a sick person. Sick. Grow up will you? Really, being short wasn't so bad until everyone started poking fun at it.
You could do it once in a while, I wouldn't mind. Might even be a cheery laugh. But over and over again? Especially when you use it as a conversation starter? That makes you lame, and makes you seem unable to carry a proper, intelligent conversation. I keep asking myself, WHY AM I FRIENDS WITH YOU?

Oh, the "I" thing's back.

Anyway, to you people who make fun of my height... Get a life.


With all my bad attitudes towards things that irk me, I'm really glad that the holidays are here, and I can take a long break from the people I see everyday. Everyone needs time apart right? This'll give me a chance to refresh.

Goodnight people. Have a good one.

"I fell asleep and dreamt of you. I woke up and wished it were true."

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