i hate it when you go into clothes shops and their clothes are so humongous that you waste all your time there trying on clothes that look like they're going to fall off. I mean, they might be doing that to avoid offending (dare i say it) fat people, but they should spare a thought for the skinnies out there that want to look good too.
Which starts me on another rant. whats wrong with being fat? why is everyone afraid of being called fat? is fat really as offensive as thief or liar etc? NO! Its just a size, and in ancient china, fat people were considered beautiful, so if someone calls you fat just say "I'm an ancient chinese beauty." and don't get all uptight about it. If people can't call others fat without someone throwing a hissy fit, then people shouldn't be allowed to call other skinny either.
This evening, my brother revealed that he had received a credit for his maths test. it was a commendable achievement on his part, but i had to bite my tongue from blurting out that I had got a high distinction for my writing test. Thankfully i didn't say it, though at that moment i felt a slight twinge of injustice.
just because my achievements surpassed tim's, did it mean i had to hide mine?
but of course.
I got the explanation from a favorite book of mine, the little world of Don Camillo:
Don Camillo reflected awhile. "In fact," he said, "it was better that the others should win."
"Exactly, Don Camillo."
"Then, Lord," said Don Camillo, "I thank you for having allowed me to lose. And if I tell you that I accept the defeat as a punishment for my dishonesty, You must believe that I am really penitent."
i mean, what really is wrong with losing? :) or pretending to?
today Emily came over after church.
it was really fun, we practiced ballet and went for a walk around the estate, and then we played on the trampoline (and Emily kept crashing into the net surrounding the trampoline) and ate chocolate and played monopoly deal (i won)
i wish Sundays could always be like this but unfortunately i have Chinese o levels coming up and i have a thick stack of practice papers due tmrw lying unfinished on the desk.
i think the nicest thing a guy has said to me (that i reamember) was "i think your hair looks really nice..."
i mean, thata kind of sad when you think about it. i'm 15 and that's the best compliment i've received from a male (apart from daddy and tim)
sometimes i feel i can identify with the characters i read in books more than the people around me in real life.
For example, Anne frank, and the march sisters.
Like Anne, i have the outside Miriam and the inside Miriam, the tactless, overly-chatty or sometimes so shy that its just awkward, and i have the deeper, more peaceful Miriam who like Anne, "hides behind (her) chatty exterior" because i don't want to open up too much, in case i can never get myself back.
Then just like the march sisters, i have the quirks and sins that i struggle with.
Like Meg, I'm a vain thing that likes comfort.
like Jo, i have a quick temper, and when i get angry, i get really mad. and like Jo, i found that just walking away and realising that whatever others said is just silly little things not worth me getting all riled up over, helps alot.
like Beth, I'm afraid of meeting new people, and get horribly shy.
like Amy, I'm a perfectionist and have a flat nose that is the bane of my face.
recently, i have been growing fatter. this is true, and sad, because i always thought that my (assumed) high metabolism would save me the unfortunate need to watch what i ate.
now i have to :(
i sometimes wish that the world didn't care about weight, and that it would be fashionable to be fat, but then i realise i probably wouldn't want to be even then.
and no, i am not anorexic, just vain.
i am so angry at my lit. teacher :(
she didn;t even read my essay properly and consider my point of view, but instead she just diregarded it because it didn't emulate her "oh-so-perfet" opinion.
i mean, literature is about freedom and perspective, and there shouldn't be a fixed set of answers!
because of her my lit marks are now the worst i have ever gotten in my life.
the government should sell cigarette packets with these inside instead so that people wouldn't be smoking like disgusting chimnet pots and polluting the air.
btw, i found out how to say no smoking in malay: dilarang merokok
Dear emily, get well soon. try these ancient red indian pocahontas herbs to cure your poor throat.
Sweetflag or calamus (Acorus), which is thought to have 'mystic powers' oooooooh. Bloodroot (Sanguinaria). wards off evil spirits, but is at the same time, poisonous. consume at your own risk. Coneflower (Echinacea, Rudbeckia). i actually have echinacea and it actually works amazingly when you put a few drops in your ribena) Wild cherry (Prunus virginiana) bark.
And this is interesting...."Tribal cultures interpret disease and human suffering as disharmony. An individual suffers because in some way he or she has fallen out of harmony. The person who does not feel well has gotten out of phase with the correct relationships."
keep your relationships healthy and happy, and god bless you.
if you descend from heaven to Singapore, take the green line to commonwealth and use your magical intuition to find me, i'm sure i could give you a cupcake to cheer you up.
by the way, i have my little ponies that need baby sitting, could you....
lots of love,
P.S please first disguise yourself as humans. the government does not allow animals on the MRT.
IN the MRT:
on the way there, i sat next to this cute toddler and played car-rolling with his toy car (with him, i didn't steal it and play with it by myself)
and then when i was going home i gave my seat up to an old lady. so i feel pretty happy :)
the downside is that i didn't manage to buy any thing for timmy's birthday although it is in seven days.
oh no. DOOMED
and i have school tomorrow.
i am getting back results. xx
that was supposed to be a dead face
today, i went shopping. in three hours of shopping i saw:
1)a retired teacher from my school
2) my primary school bus driver (who i waved to as i was crossing the road.he was in his bus)
3) my sisters friend valerie, who i waved to and hugged before she had to rush off for a movie
4) numerous other girls from my school