I just completed my dance performance, yes. I wasn't doing an act as a role of prostitute (hoo ha, surprise! *roll eyes*). I didn't go for a make-over (like with other 14 girls?). And I most certainly wasn't dressing up for fun. It was quite an accomplishment judging by all the effort all of us put into the rehearsals and all, not forgetting the part where I went down to Arab street for a minimum of 7 times. (Yes, I'd ranted about this and I'm still going to rant about this.) And I give thanks to all who were there for me to watch my performances. It means a lot to me.
I must have screamed too much on that day because I ran out of voice already. Why i screamed? Let me recall. The moment we finished our last performance, we stepped into the lift. The moment the lift door closed, we were all jumping about in the lift and exclaiming in joy.
My phone finally died on me. It finally did it. And guess what. This time, I'm not going to bring it to phonspital anymore because they are going to give me crap reasons, ask me to wait and I, refuse to go through that hassle anymore. (Actually, it's because my phone isn't under warranty anymore.)
Suddenly, I've cravings for durian cake. I like the small durian cake from 717 Trading at Bukit Panjang Plaza. yummy. I've cravings for Gyu Kaku too. Oh no. So many things to eat, so little time and money.
I want to learn salsa. I want to learn Jazz Ballet. I want to learn jazz. I want to go cycling at the beach. I want to watch the sunset. I want to go jogging. I want to watch "The Ugly Truth". I need new clothes. I'm going to throw away the old ones but I'm too sentimental to do that. That's probably why my dad says I'm the rubbish collector because i refuse to throw away anything. My room is my own crime lab.
I'm going into tutoring again. Sometimes, the kids just say adorable things that make you smile. Sometimes, the kids would just make you ponder what do they really learn in school.
I wish to let go of the past but the people involved have to let it go first.
I want a stop to all that crap and nonsense.
They know nothing.
They all wish to paint a fantasy which involves a prostitute and the guy-next-door.
I've no idea why. Probably they need something to talk about and spice up their boring mundane life.
Go get "Goosebumps".
It allows you to read, let your imaginations go wild, and then flip to the pages in which will determine the ending you want.
For your information, I'm not anyone's "Goosebumps".
You might have been paving alternatives and sending devils to lead me to the wrong routes years back, but not anymore.
Stating uncertain and unreliable sources of what you think is true is bad enough. Re-using it years later is worse. In Psychology Research, you are only able to use sources that are maximum 5 years back. Look, 5 years is over.
Get your facts right.
The girl all of you were spreading rumours about probably did exist...
Either in Geylang or in other walks of life.
Definitely not the one sitting here typing down her own story because no one knows it better than i do.
And i most certainly feel I do not have the need to tell everyone my story to ease those rumours because, hey.. who are you?
The little green man?
HA!
Random random random.
I still miss my durian cake. Actually, ice cream ain't that bad either.
I know for the next sentence.. i'd have people coming up to me and wish they can kick me. Mostly ladies.
But I will say whatever that makes me happy.
.....
I think I'm growing fatter.
"And this marks THE END of the entry."
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Living a life full of life. That's all about me that you should know.