I hate drawing backdrops I really do.
As much as PW and the Toad and everything else I dislike in life because I am a stubborn-minded, not-details-orientated, cannot-be-bothered, easily-bored person, and well.
WTF AM I DOING.
FML FML FML.

Emo post is emo.
I want to go hit something.

Labels: Emo post is emo, I'm scared to death, What I go to school for

So tomorrow's dramafeste and I should be sleeping because I've been feeling exhausted as of late, and well, my eyes hurt after wearing contacts the whole day and practically clawing them of my eyes and I have to do this again for two nights in a row... I'm going to be blind by Saturday.

Irregardless, Dramafeste is tomorrow! HOLY SHIT.

On the MRT ride (hahah, get it, MR? XD) back, I realize that I really, really want to win! We've improved so much in this week and it's crazy awesome how different everything seems from Sunday compared to today and HOLY SHIT, OMG, IT'S TOMORROW. UGH! We must do it!

GOSH FIRST PRODUCTION, SO COOL.

Labels: I'm scared to death, See I'm still a DRAMA girl, What I go to school for

Here listen to this pretty song: Diorama.
It is Japanese but it is pretty and I can so imagine Gloria doing her boobthrust physical theatre to it. Well, maybe not Boss doing it, but I CAN SO IMAGINE FLOCKING, OMG. FLOCKING, I MISS FLOCKING, IT WAS FUN. Haha, especially with how I always ended up doing Taekwondo moves and I remember Xin learnt some of her pattern (unknowingly) through flocking cause I lasped into the belt she was at.

Anywho, Dramafeste rehersals were ah, interesting. They're totally fun and everything but ohmygod, I miss doing Drama with the shitheads Dramalosers Dramaclass so much. I even miss the worst possible combination of Min, Hitler Becky and I... Okay, no, I don't miss that at all, in fact, I'm glad that WW2 didn't end up like the crying fest Pinnochio was.

(Okay, I'm addicted to Diorama like how much Yamamoto is addicted to Gokudera... Which is a lot. I should stop fangirling so much over KHR, I'm neglecting my Power Ranger roots, I can hear Tommy whining about not getting enough attention already, oh well, I don't like Tommy. Except for when he was Dino Thunder Black because MAN! Was he cool then!

Do I even ship slash in Power Rangers?

Let me think.

Holy crap, I don't. Okay, my new gay OTP for Power Rangers... OH WAIT, I DO. THANK GOD, I DO SHIP SLASH IN POWER RANGERS. Heehee, RJ/Casey is so canon, it's not even my fault I ship it. :D)

Anyway, dramafeste rehersals were fun in this painful way because I am just awkward doing Drama and holyshit, I swear it's like I'm this stick man, haha, that doesn't even make sense (okay, Diorama is really distracting). I get super stiff when I'm rehearsing and it is annoying like a Sim Xin Yi who refuses to introduce me to my male counterpart, srsly he went REBORN with the flame on his head? omg, i need to meet that cool dude bitch. Because I'm all retarded and spastic normally and drama is like WHOOSH, I AM A STICK MAN WITH A VERY STRAIGHT BACK BONE AND I CANNOT MOVE NORMALLY, WHOOOOOO.

So well, life sucks.

And I've stopped listening to Diorama because...

Just because.

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Dramafeste rehersals were shit for me.
I was so nervous I was about to die.
Haha, I should stop being so nervous.
BUT I CAN'T.

Emotional dumping on so many people right now. (Nat, Avinash, Kyon, Bernice. THANK YOU SO MUCH.)
And I'm still debating on whether to run for council.

Deadlines suck.
NERVOUS REI-EN IS NERVOUS.
I HATE MY NERVES.
UGH.

Labels: I'm scared to death, See I'm still a DRAMA girl, What I go to school for

I had my first and last because I was horrible in it so I'm going to get kicked out, lol Dramafeste auditions today! It was epically fun and epically phail (knowing me --duh).

Note to self: Unleash inner Gloria and stop behaving like a wimp and being easily intimidated.

In the words of the ahem, 'wise' Xin Yi: AWONG POWAHHHH.

STOP WIMPING OUT, GOSH!

Labels: I'm scared to death, See I'm still a DRAMA girl, What I go to school for

I'm freaking out like crazy right now because the bloody Raffles CCA trials signups just ended and I didn't know, and they ended on SUNDAY so I can't sign up for any other trials which means I can't like sign up for any clubs (which I WANT TO) and since I can't, I'm going to end up like a CCA-less loser because no other CCA will accept me besides IDK, the JAPANESE CLUB or something????

I hate my life.

I'm going to crawl into a hole and cry myself till I die or whatever.

This is the last time you will hear of me until the next post.

Labels: I'm scared to death

I think I'm not fated to do Drama after Secondary School... or EVER. I'M SORRY AWONG, I'VE FAILED YOOOOOU!!! *kowtows*

Haha, so I went for the Dramafeste auditions yesteday, and they were alright, I suppose. Which BY THE WAY, isn't talk for: OMGGGG, IT WENT INSANELY WELL, I'M SO THE LEAD NOW BECAUSE WELL MY AUDITION WAS SO EPICALLY AWESOME THAT I'M ACTUALLY GOING TO FLY OFF TO BROADWAY/HOLLYWOOD/BECOME A POWER RANGER etc. It was like okay. BUT I STILL FAILED AWONG by being a dweeb.

I wish I could say I pulled a Gloria and became this supermegafoxyawesomehot (not that Gloria is awesome or hot, but she is like Megan Fox with her *ahem* well, you know what I mean, I'm keeping this blog PG-13 apart from the blatant Yaoi I've got all over this place) star who sings and acts and thrusts her cleavage all over the place dances... By the way, it's not fun making fun of Gloria if she isn't here to read it and defend herself with her GO AWAY/other lousy retorts. (I LOVE YOU BOSS. ♥;)

But it certainly went better than the Raffles Players auditions that I went for today... And died. BY THE WAY, their TSD Room PWNS. I hope the juniors get something as cool as theirs when the school is FINALLY renovated (then we can crash it and stay in there all day and be awesomecoolscary seniors we've never actually been). They've got SOFAS and a freaking BED in it, and bloody hell, it is bloody intimidating.

So I freaked out and died a horrible, traumatic, bloody death. (Bloody is true by the way, my finger was bleeding before I entered for some strange reason and I became Edward Cullen for like five seconds... Not the gay part, the sucking of human blood part, which he hardly does but whatever. Go eat Bella's womb or something.)

I think they think I'm this spastic, incoherent student who thinks she can do drama but fails epically at Drama (and at Life), and rambles too much who has too low self-esteem.

Which essentially is me in the nutshell.

SO HAH! GEOFF, I WAS MYSELF DURING MY AUDITION CUZ I SPAZZED OUT.

But nevermind, I'm hungry (haha, I realize I'm hungry most of the time when I'm posting) and I've got to skip to United Square to get dinner with my mum....

IN MY NEW RJC UNIFORM.

(I feel so freaking awesome by the way! And my OG folded the sleeves of my blouse for me because it's the RG/RJC way of wearing the school u. WELL, I'M A ST NICKS GIRL. WAS A ST NICKS GIRL, WHATEVER.

My sleeves are rolled up right now but it's only because I'm too lazy to unroll them.

Okay whatever, I'm hungry, BAI.)

PS: Haha, I realize my tag says See I'm still a DRAMA girl. I should change it to, SEE I FAIL AT DRAMA OMG I'M SORRY AWONG I LOVE DRAMA BUT I CMI.

Labels: I'm scared to death, Oh- look how I ramble about nothing, See I'm still a DRAMA girl, What I go to school for

I'm so in love with Monochrome no Kiss at the moment. I think it's because of the cool starting music.

Anyway, this sounds really childish and immature, but you know what I'm most afraid of most? Being seperated from you guys because of this whole seperation. We're all in different schools now (well, I'm in a different school from you guys). All those different experiences and people. I'm so afraid of this thick wall coming in between us, and all of a sudden, we'll be distant.

I'm so scared that you guys will just bondcliqueidon'tknowtheword together in your own schools, and I'll be on the other side. I guess, I just have this self-esteem/friendship problem like that. I get oddly controlling and possessive.

But it's only because of what awesome friends you all are.

Please promise me, that won't happen?

Labels: I'm scared to death, My lovely friends that are all that, Oh- look how I ramble about nothing

It's surreal. I felt like I was on a field trip, or going for a camp, at RJC. Like I don't belong there, I'm just a visitor.

I miss you guys so much, ugh!

Labels: I'm scared to death, What I go to school for

I figured what sort of a fangirl would I be if I didn't have life-scarring pieces of 8059 (Yama/Goku, KHR) fanthingums on my blog? *Plus, I'm distracting myself from hyperventilating over the thought of being alone in my new school while everyone else bonds with each other and the next time we meet, it'd be like I'm in a thicker plastic bubble than before*

So let the spammage of fanfiction begin! (Well, just two quotes really.)

Why I love 8059:
(This is Where by rodickparker)

1. In some messed up way Gokudera always knew it would happen, but still, it’s kind of surprising when their lips meet; Yamamoto’s fingers curve around Gokudera’s jaw, and Gokudera’s fist on Yamamoto’s shirt, tugging none too soft. The kiss lasts for almost twenty-seconds, with tongue and all.

“Heyyy that was very umm yeah wow—” Yamamoto grins, scratching the back of his head after he pulls away. Gokudera lights a cigarette for lack of things to say. This is where they find themselves feeling awkward.

And then Yamamoto opens his mouth then closes it and then begins again, “Can we do that one more time?”

Gokudera rolls his eyes and kicks Yamamoto’s legs under the table and everything goes back to normal.

2. But then this is where Yamamoto comes, holding Gokudera by the hips, breathing too hard on Gokudera’s neck and Gokudera could practically feel Yamamoto’s dopey smile on his skin and all he can say is, “Fuck you, Yamamoto.”

And this is where Yamamoto says, “Yes.”


Hah, and it wasn't even smut.

Labels: I'm scared to death, Oh- look how I ramble about nothing, Reborn with my dying will, They are meant to be together, What makes me feel like I'm drugs but actually I'm not a druggie

As dorky and retarded as it is, yes, those are HSM lyrics up there. But I'm a closet Disney fan anyway, so whatever.

See, I was planning up at rolling out of bed at 10am today. Not be freaking wide awake at 7.40am in the morning, seeing as I slept at probably 2am last night, and God damn it, the bed was so damn comfortable. Bloody MOE and their posting of the results at 7.30am. WHO IN THE WORLD WOULD BE AWAKE THEN?

So now I'm awake. Gee whiz, that's helpful because there are so many people online that can entertain my bored little head and assure me I'm not going to end up a friendless loser at RJC.

Shit, I can't believe I got into RJC, the Science stream even! I'm freaking out about the fact that I'm quite possibly entering RJC alone, and seeing as I'm freaking socially awkward and have the penchant for spacing out... Well, let's just hope that by the end of the first term, I even have 5 friends. RAWR.

I feel so angsty and angry now.

And hungry, but nevermind. I've not nothing nice to eat in my fridge.

Maybe I'll have an apple for breakfast.

Despite teasing Xin about choosing CJC because of the fact that her friends are going there, I'm quite nervous about how I'm going to enter a new school, essentially not knowing anyone there. Let's just say I don't make the best first impressions. I'm quite nervous about all the horror stories we've heard about the crowd at RJC. I'm quite nervous about the fact that I act like an idiot half the time and well, everyone there seems literary and intelligent and they freaking make sense.

Which I'm pretty sure I'm not doing right now.

I'm nervous because I don't want to be alone in a new environment.

I suppose reading Gossip Girl: The Caryles wasn't the smartest thing to do since everyone's openly bitchy to them since they're new.

Haha.

Nevermind, I'm going to go eat my apple and watch Katekyo Hitman Reborn or Dr Who or play Ace Attorney or something.

This is why I'm going to end up a friendless loser, btw.

Labels: I'm scared to death, My lovely friends that are all that