School has nothing else to offer now and mid years are approaching us all. All this intensive revision is getting clogged up in my brain. Anguish travels up, down, through and fro. So, sucking at answering the papers just makes me 10 times angstier than i already am. Poetic English work = _|_ my @$$. I'm a mere bit too confused to delineate everything into simple English. SO out of context. And perhaps my weary-ness makes me feel too bummed to copy down notes. Especially in history. But it doesn't matter if you doodle on a piece of paper because teacher will still think you're copying down stupid history propaganda, but really, you're actually doing something else. All that makes me frazzled.
So we decided to have some kind of frolic. Big time.
My feet were so itchy to get out of that front door, but i was too fucked to call a cab, BUUUT i dragged my zombie feet out that door anyways. Although it was short, it was worth it. Most probably because my Saturday's aren't usually like this, ya know? (I'm still serving my 4 months jail term and my dad is still incarcerating me with all that fucking study shit bitch for PMR)
I guess less than 3 weeks of rehearsals are (generally) never really good. But (in school) they usually work out. If and if i was a choreographer, i'd write a suicide note saying "suffocate me dry" because of lack of time given for the choreographer's to choreograph & most of the lower senior's weren't really cooperative. Of course, this year's synopsis was probably more interesting than last years.
It's a ritual to eat lemon with Chloe and sleepover with Wafa every year before concert. Isn't it?
No, this isn't on the McDonalds menu because it would probably cost only 1 Ringgit. It IS from McDonalds though, as you can see. Whatever happened to "Two beef patties....... blabla.... on a sesame seed bun!"? We're humans. Please feed us some decent food.
Well, the Ascot scene was probably my most favourite scene.