I have a confession to make.

I have a Tumblr......but I'm not going to make it public yet; because I don't really know how I feel about it. Too many widgets for me. The existence of an actual Theme Garden, a Tumblr for iPhone app, and the other 12309809817 things on my tumblr dashboard I haven't quite figured out yet kind of boggle my mind. I think I might be boring and old school and stick with you, Blogger. If you started trying to take less than ten minutes to upload one photograph I might like you better.

All right; so down to business.

The last few days have been puh-retty damn dismal! And I KNOW this is the Generation Of The Hyperbole; but this is one of the rare instances I'm not exaggerating without reason to italicize.

...I know this is about the billionth time I've been going off in my whiny little tangent about A Levels. It's not going to last for long. Just one week till it begins, and then four weeks or so till it ends; and if I haven't offed myself by then things will start to look up. It's just that this period DOES suck. I do fully understand the relevance of having an international benchmark by which pretty much my entire future is going to be dictated; but it just seems a shame to waste Being 18 on...oh, I don't know. Promising yourself you'll do 6 hours of studying and then only doing 5.14444 and then finding out your friend did 8 and then feeling thoroughly crap about yourself because when you are a Singaporean A Leveller, your self worth is directly proportionate to the number of SAJC H2 Economics Case Studies you complete in a day. Just sayin'.

[/end whiny little tangent about A Levels]

On a side note, I think all my friends are going crazy. :<>

The other day, the bunch of us were having an enthused discussion about The Cons Of Being An Early Bloomer. You ace your PSLE, your parents think you're the next Nobel Prize Winner, jet you off to a school for the "creme de la creme" (creme WHAT creme? the only creme i've been seeing is cram...ming. for exams. :( ), heaps of expectations etc etc etc...and then you hit- what- 17, 18? ...and then everything starts going downhill from there and then one day it hits you: "...damn. I'm not actually all that intelligent."

...okay, so it isn't really all that bad and we STILL purportedly are the creme de la creme and we're not all that stupid really- i mean- i evern noe big 4 sillible wurds lyk "intelligent".

so it can't be that bad really, can it, God?

[/end whiny little tangent about Education matters in general]

Today was pretty nice, though. Had weird tensiony moments; but I had the best full body massage in a long time and had some odd but rad moments with Erik (note: two events not in any way related) and my friend's an addict and another one's being really weird and Erik and I chatted in myriad corny accents, v loudly, all the way home. The Singapore Public was not amused.

so I missed Halloween but that's okay, I was kinduf living my own little nightmare anyway

thing is, though, i just realized: i'm not really all that much into Halloween.

I know Di (moonsister!) likes it; she loves it; she was raving about her new skull bandana, bless her heart, and offered to lend it to me. I don't know I think I might look a little too "Che Guavera-meets-The-Black-Pearl-meets-Graveyard-Chic" and that combination might be a little too much for my fragile constitution to handle now....

i prefer christmas.

all the fake gore and tacky makeup and really bad colour combinations kind of put me off halloween. Maybe that's because I've only been celebrating it the six-year-old way; but I don't think the six-year-old and eighteen-year-old way differ by a lot.

also- admittedly Christmas DOES also involve really bad colour combinations but it is sanctioned by God and Santa.

and therefore infinitely holier.

amen.

i need sleep and lessons in punctuation and capitalization