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Tuesday, October 28, 2008
to look at the date of my last real post to be basically 8 weeks ago, and at the mention of prom is seriously SO Weird and like, Sad. just sitting here remembering prom night and the events that took place almost 2 months ago makes me realise how fast time has flew by. Biggest Cliche, I Know! but honestly like about 12 weeks ago, all the entire class could talk about was what the plan after prom was, or how the girls were going to get their hair done or if we were going to book a room at the hotel, and ignoring our math teacher's pleas to stop talking about the Prom. and to think that 12 weeks later, all that's on our minds are our final exams and how well, or badly we do might just change our lives forever.
I never took O Levels, so i've really never understood what people go through when an examination this huge takes place. and despite my Mum's constant reminders of not leaving everything to the last 4 weeks to study, I still end up doing it and now I've got exactly eight days to my first final. but it's not just that, it's just like, the last 2 years of High School has flew by and after this 3 weeks, everyone's going to go their own way and it's like, OVER.
and apart from stressing over Finals, the thought of Uni is so weird. everything about it is so New. applying to them, thinking about the letter of -PLEASEGODLETTHEMACCEPTME- Acceptance, or... Rejection. seriously, I have ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA how far down my heart will just drop to be rejected. and like, packing everything up and saying Goodbye again, and getting on a plane and flying off. oh Wow, to think in about several mths time, I'd be in UNI! UNI!!!... and say after about 5 years, i'd be 23! TWENTY THREE! OHMYGOD... THAT'S LIKE A QUARTER OF A CENTURY! almost.
this is like, The Beginning of the End.
okay i admit, i dont really understand that statement, but it seems to fit in.The Thirtieth of September was Senior Prom.
it was honestly the most anticipated night for the graduating students, and i had the BEST time... WELL, i could have had a BEST-EST time if i wasn't bloody sick that night.I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS ILL ON PROM NIGHT.
I'm not talking some pathetic sneeze here and there or random flushes. I'm talking, Coughing up a Lung the ENTIRE night, and Running to the Bathroom in between performances to Gargle Salt Water, Whispering Across the Table and to complete the wonderful evening was my bottle of Pei Pa Kao next to clutch.is it Un-fuckin-Believeable or what.
I seriously have NO idea what I did to deserve such un-kindness on ALL nights but Prom Night.
... ...
okay, maybe I do. a Slight idea. BUT WHYYYYY PROM NIGHT?
why not the night After Prom Night? I guess you there's no bargaining with Karma.
whatever, FUCK KARMA.
sorry. please dont punish me anymore. i think i've desereved enough. MORE THAN ENOUGH.
ANYWAYS. apart from the whole being Ill situation, like I said, PROM NIGHT WAS A BLAST.
and after-prom was even better. Well, the best it could have been for a SICK PERSON! damn it.
.PROM NIGHT.
and No, my Mum wasnt the judge.
AND IT WAS BERNIE'S 18TH! haha, um Happy Birthday?
AFTER PROM//
What's a girl to do without makeup?
Bryan says I get most of my education from movies and Tv. I wouldnt argue that... I'd be the first to admit that the median of TV and Movies make up a Huge part of my education.
duh, where else would I have learnt that "You can't just ask someone why they're White" or that you just dont stick your eye into a Glory Hole in the Men's washroom. or that having a Pink, Scented resume might not be such a bad idea afterall. or sometimes, an outfit that "Totally Clashes can Totally Go". and that I wouldnt buy a skirt without asking my friends first.
okay, i'm totally kidding bout the last one.
Seriously though, Movies? Amazing amazing median. wouldnt have a clue where in life i'd be without them.
today my Mum questioned me if I bought the papers. i answered No. that's the same answer I've given her for about a straight week now.
she finally goes stern and says,
"Ta. There's more to life than just beautifying yourself, and what Paris Hilton is wearing this week. You need to stop being so ignorant and dumb, and start knowing the current affairs and what's going around the world instead of just Hollywood."
Honestly, I dont know how my Mother does it. Within TWO sentences, she can make me feel so, whatstheword, Stupid.
usually, i'm unfazed when friends or my brother say it to me, cause I ignore it, but God! my Mum has a way.
"... Mummy! It's not like i Dont want to read it, I just forget to buy it... and Anyways, I havent been watching E! or reading the tabloids in forever!"
okay, I lied about not watching E!, but that's not the point.
"How can you forget? Before you go on the LRT everyday, there's a shop that sells the papers!"
"Fine, I'll buy it tmr... Which part do you want me to read?"
"ALL OF IT!"
I mean, it's not like I dont Understand the Papers. I just dont Like reading it. first of all, it's so Big and tiring to hold up, and second it gets my fingers all dirty with the ink and third, okay I might as well just say it, It's BORING.
Mother soon moved on to other important topics. Like Unis and/or not being able to get into any reputable ones and if that's the case, my only choice is to become an air stewerdess.
i waitressed for the better half of my adolescent life, and No Thank You, i am More than Done with it.
"But you get to travel the world."oh yeah. now that's a plus point. She continues.
"On second thought, with the way you currently speak English, maybe you can only try out for Budget Air."
WOW. My Mother really has a way with words. I am going to take down all of these that she's said to me and one day when I'm 43 with an 18 year old Mini Chantal, and I find out that even after my constant reminders to read the papers and study, she does neither. I'll simply repeat what My mother said to me to her. But who's to know I wont have a genius of a daughter who starts reading the Papers and three, right. I guess the father of my daughter will have to have the Enjoy-Reading-The-Papers gene. or since all kids do is the Exact Opposite, I'll tell her Not to read the Papers, in that case, she actually Might. but does that confuse the kid? I'M KIDIDNG! I totally have amazing maternal skills.
oh, and before I forget, I LOVE MY MUM.
no sarcasm intended, hand to God!
CHANTAL'S OFF!
xoxo