Thursday, September 22
i used to like the song 'glory of love'. it could make me cry. but now i see that we girls have to fight for our own honour.
stayed in school til 930. what a record. studying hist for tmr's test. if it turns out it was irrelevant i will cry. mdm tay is so vague. and i don't dare ask questions cos i hate it when she blows up for no apparent reason in my face and almost blasts me into outerspace. she kept nagging for me to get notes from the photocopying shop, but when i got there the lady insisted that there were no notes. and i looked so woebegone that she thought i didn't understand, and asked someone to translate. whereupon i looked even sadder. =( it seems that no matter how many times i persuade her to believe that i am predominantly chinese and that i do speak chinese, she insists on assuming i am malay / from somewhere else.
mari is quite correct when she says that i make everything seem like The Trials and Tribulations of Mello. hahaha. i guess i tend to harp on a bit. and my reactions can get quite big. and everything shows on my face. fine that's the understatement of the year. i'm just melodramatic.
cringe.
i can't look you in the face, just in case you know.. just in case you can see.. because, of course you can. i've never been a good liar.
language is too empowering for my comfort. the nice thing about music is that it conveys feelings and meanings without being too in-your-face. when i try to go the roundabout way in order to make my meanings less stark, i get accused of using extensive vocabulary that isn't appropriate. and hell, why should i look as if i'm showing off? i think i'll stick to long, lingering, wistful looks.
it must've been love.
10:32 pm
xoxo
