had gone to the library instead, Tamp's today, where i finished with Dull Boy. i like Catherine! she has a sort of cat affinity, and she's got this thick-skull personality, like a block of ice wrapped around her heart, solid walls built around her.
so my next book is Boys Don't Cry by Melanie Blackman. according to the summary, it's about the main character's old girlfriend showing up at his doorstep with his baby.
"You're waiting for the postman - he's bringing your exam results. University, a career as a journalist... a glittering future lies ahead. But when the doorbell rings, it's your old girlfriend; and she's carrying a baby... your baby.
She's had enough and now it's your turn.
What would you do?"
hmm, just glanced at the first page and i think this is a british book. there's something about A levels. yupp, i just checked the disclaimer page thingy.
foster brother says we should read more british books, and less american ones, because of the language. after all, our exams are from cambridge.
one way for you to know where a book is from is by looking at the disclaimers page. (i dont know what it's really called but disclaimer is the most accurate word i can think of) it's the page that looks like this;
if you're still unsure, just look for some british words in the book, eg colour, grey, trainers (instead of sneakers), cupboard (instead of closet), glasses (instead of spectacles), just to name a few. but there are plenty.
if you find the difference between american and british english difficult, i suggest you buy a book on it. there's plenty at popular under the english o levels section.
yeah, to be able to distinguish between the two is very important especially if you are taking O levels, because our exams are based on british english. cambridge maaaahhh .
hey, now that you mention it. grey is a british word! is trivium british? ._.
just a random thought.
so took the train back to pasir ris, with the intention of getting over the fear of crowds. they weren't so bad today, though i saw many ITE people and i was afraid of bumping into douchebags.
back at pasir ris, i saw Cik O at the platform, though i wasn't so sure at first. but he turned around, which affirmed me so i called out to him. chatted for a while and then before splitzing he gave me 10 dollars. i'm like NO! but he's like TAKE! and i'm like .......ok.
it's been sometime since i last seen him. he's close to dad. they're like best friends, and super irritating when combined forces. right, mayang cousie?
splitz at the concourse, where i started wondering where to head to. saw siying and timothy, and they accompanied me to New Generation Collection, where I....
honestly, it was my first time. i only remember back in my younger days, where i woke up to find my head on mom's lap, and holes on my earlobes.
i dont really know what the hell exactly happened then, but i remember the dream i was having. i was on a huge concrete field, empty apart from an aeroplane in the distance.
the old man who pierced my ear was so nice. he said it wouldn't be painful as he told me to sit, so i took a seat and was calming down a little.
and then he took out a gun .
i was like holy firetruck on the inside, but i just tried to remain calm and watched him put the gun to my ear. all was fine, and then BANG! and i'm like WOAH! for a fraction of a second i felt the pain, but just as suddenly as it had came, it went.
timothy said he saw me jump in my seat when the old man shot my earlobe. honestly, i don't remember jerking at the moment at all.
so siying and timothy said that i should really come to school tomorrow because mr syafie has a popular voucher for me, for my english results? 10 bucks!!! i want it!!! so, i shall be present within the school compounds tomorrow morning.
i'm wondering whether i should open up the piercing on my right earlobe or not. it's been closed for ages, cause i never really bothered to put anything on it.
so what next? i'd pierced my ear; is there anything else to be done to mark a change in me?
is there really such a thing as "you're not being who you are" ? is the person you are now really who you are? i mean, if it is, what, has it been the person you have been since your childhood days?
no, right? i'm sure there's been a time when you were far from who you really are now. get what i mean? like, how the hell do you determine and know who it is that you really are?
i hope you get my point, i've been thinking about it since just now.
i shall share with you guys something. truth be told, i'd been wanting to change myself when i was still with the younger twin.
initially, i'd wanted to change myself to look prettier for him. i'd thought the glasses were a restriction to my looks, so i decided to remove them. thus, the contact lens.
the contact lens was my first step. unfortunately for me, though, the day i ordered the fucking shit was when he decided to leave me.
that was when the objective of putting on contact lens changed. after he left, i still decided to change, but into someone likea bitch.
yeah.. that's the most accurate word, i guess. a bitch.
but, nah. that's all gone now. currently i just want to be like a little girl again, wearing flowy dresses and such. i find my height a sort of restriction to that though, for some reason.
so guys. honestly, am i better now or then?
(in terms of looks, please don't think of my personality. because if so, i know the answer to that)
o man. i don't want to stop blogging. i want to keep typing and typing and typing for the rest of my life.
no actually i'd much rather write forever, but that's a different story.
oooohhhhhhhh i feel like another Over The Years special.
don't believe Maggi anymore! the 2-minute on the label is bullshit. i started cooking at the beginning of a break, and by the time i was done, it was the next break already.
shall blog again tonight. love you Axes. no matter how mute you are.
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