Untold Untruths
Mike Wozowski is gobsmacked for good reason.
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Thursday, February 24
Fear gripped me today.
The most frightening thing happened just now. Tian An and I decided to go to a different kopitiam (other than the one I always order fried mee at) for some diversity. We went only a block or two away; it wasn't very far.
We placed our orders and just when I'd gotten my apple juice, this guy (no, this man) sitting at the table next to me suddenly grabbed my arm. He wanted to know what school I was from. He had a broad face and a decidedly harmless look. He wasn't good looking at all. He had wore this Bhuddist-like bead bracelet on his wrist. He sat with an older man, but whether he was a relation or not I couldn't tell. The older man didn't seem to notice what he was doing. I told him and turned back to my juice.
He grabbed my arm again. This time he wanted to know whether Tian An was my brother or my friend. I told him Tian An was a friend. By this time it was quite apparent that this man was... weird. Freaky. Perhaps a little abnormal. It was the way he grabbed my arm, asked such questions; the way he kept ...staring.
Then he wanted to know whether school had just ended. And without waiting for an answer he told me he could fetch me home. He could drive now. Would you like me to drive you home? All this came out in a tumble of words, like he couldn't get them out of his mouth quickly enough. Horrified, I uttered a stifled "no".
Tian An wanted to know what the man was saying. "He wants to drive me home." I said shakily. Then I shoved my plate and juice over to Tian An's side of the table. In the next few moments, I sat there, spooning chicken rice into my mouth, heart thumping with terror. I don't really know why I was so frightened, except for the undeniable fact that that man was there. Staring. Turning around all the time, and staring. Staring. And asking questions.
One of the kopitiam ladykeepers asked, did I know him? I shook my head; very pleadingly, I think.
"Is this a first time?" Tian An asked.
"Yes" I was feeling very uneasy in my own skin. Chicken rice didn't feel right in my mouth anymore.
"Tian An, I'm so scared. He's so freaky." If he turned around one more time, one more time, I might've died of horror.
Suddenly, one of the kopitiam's ladykeepers came up from behind. She quickly ushered us to a different table just behind a corner, out of sight from the man. She said some things about the man, about how he wasn't right in the head and don't worry he can't do anything to you here.
In one unanimous moment, it seemed that all the kopitiam keepers knew what was going on. The chicken rice man even came up to me and told me not to worry. I think everyone came up to me at least once to tell me not to worry. It felt like I was being protected with their eyes or something. They kept watching over us. I felt very shaken-up throughout the whole meal.
A little while later, they told me he'd gone away. After we'd finished our food, we went to thank them. They all told me to be careful, and that he couldn't have actually done anything to me, not there anyway. The chicken rice man told me he'd noticed the man from the start. He hadn't seem right to him, he said. He told me that I should get one of those pepper-sprays; they were really effective and girls these days had to be more careful.
I am so thankful for them, even though I couldn't understand very much of their Cantonese. And for Tian An. He kept reminding me that there was nothing to fear but God.
I think the worst emotion in all the world must be fear. I used to think it was jealousy because it felt so poisonous. Now though, having gone through the scariest moment of my teens, I think differently.
And now. Now that I am much calmer, there's still something I learnt from Tian An that I have to do.
I thank you, God, for letting that happen.
We placed our orders and just when I'd gotten my apple juice, this guy (no, this man) sitting at the table next to me suddenly grabbed my arm. He wanted to know what school I was from. He had a broad face and a decidedly harmless look. He wasn't good looking at all. He had wore this Bhuddist-like bead bracelet on his wrist. He sat with an older man, but whether he was a relation or not I couldn't tell. The older man didn't seem to notice what he was doing. I told him and turned back to my juice.
He grabbed my arm again. This time he wanted to know whether Tian An was my brother or my friend. I told him Tian An was a friend. By this time it was quite apparent that this man was... weird. Freaky. Perhaps a little abnormal. It was the way he grabbed my arm, asked such questions; the way he kept ...staring.
Then he wanted to know whether school had just ended. And without waiting for an answer he told me he could fetch me home. He could drive now. Would you like me to drive you home? All this came out in a tumble of words, like he couldn't get them out of his mouth quickly enough. Horrified, I uttered a stifled "no".
Tian An wanted to know what the man was saying. "He wants to drive me home." I said shakily. Then I shoved my plate and juice over to Tian An's side of the table. In the next few moments, I sat there, spooning chicken rice into my mouth, heart thumping with terror. I don't really know why I was so frightened, except for the undeniable fact that that man was there. Staring. Turning around all the time, and staring. Staring. And asking questions.
One of the kopitiam ladykeepers asked, did I know him? I shook my head; very pleadingly, I think.
"Is this a first time?" Tian An asked.
"Yes" I was feeling very uneasy in my own skin. Chicken rice didn't feel right in my mouth anymore.
"Tian An, I'm so scared. He's so freaky." If he turned around one more time, one more time, I might've died of horror.
Suddenly, one of the kopitiam's ladykeepers came up from behind. She quickly ushered us to a different table just behind a corner, out of sight from the man. She said some things about the man, about how he wasn't right in the head and don't worry he can't do anything to you here.
In one unanimous moment, it seemed that all the kopitiam keepers knew what was going on. The chicken rice man even came up to me and told me not to worry. I think everyone came up to me at least once to tell me not to worry. It felt like I was being protected with their eyes or something. They kept watching over us. I felt very shaken-up throughout the whole meal.
A little while later, they told me he'd gone away. After we'd finished our food, we went to thank them. They all told me to be careful, and that he couldn't have actually done anything to me, not there anyway. The chicken rice man told me he'd noticed the man from the start. He hadn't seem right to him, he said. He told me that I should get one of those pepper-sprays; they were really effective and girls these days had to be more careful.
I am so thankful for them, even though I couldn't understand very much of their Cantonese. And for Tian An. He kept reminding me that there was nothing to fear but God.
I think the worst emotion in all the world must be fear. I used to think it was jealousy because it felt so poisonous. Now though, having gone through the scariest moment of my teens, I think differently.
And now. Now that I am much calmer, there's still something I learnt from Tian An that I have to do.
I thank you, God, for letting that happen.
Sunday, February 20
The Aftermath
SEA Forensics 2005 Results for CHS
Solo Acting:
2 Semifinalists
(Esther and me),
& Gold medalist (Esther!)
Duet Acting:
3 semifinalists
(Nicholas Ng with Ng Yen Tink,
Gwendolyn Liow with Cheng Shae Nee,
Caleen Chua with me!),
3 finalists
(Nicholas Ng with Ng Yen Tink,
Gwendolyn Liow with Cheng Shae Nee,
Caleen Chua with me!),
Bronze medalist
(Caleen Chua with me!),
& Silver medalist
(Gwendolyn Liow with Cheng Shae Nee!)
Original Oratory
Semifinalist
(Caleen Chua)
Oral Interpretation
Nada :(
Debate
Nada :(
Impromptu Speaking
Semifinalist
(Tze Xiang
& maybe somebody else)
Extemporaneous Speaking
Semifinalist
(Jun Horng)
Best Participating Schools
2nd place (CHS!)
Commemoration of Best Malaysian School
Catholic High School!
If I don't think about it, I would say that Forensics this year has been pretty amazing. Mr William barely helped at all this time because - I suppose - he didn't see much hope in our batch, but would you just look at the results :)
Four representatives per category and three of our duet acting teams got into the finals. Wow, wow, wow and wow. It really kind of blows you away thinking about it. And winning 2nd place for Best Participating School was really more than we could have asked for. Assunta and ISKL didn't even get mentioned this year for BPS. God's work was everywhere these three days. All in all, we had 7 finalists (the heavenly number!) and of those, 5 of us were believers.
You see what I'm getting at? :)
But if I look closely at everything, this ...rather overwhelming sensation of dissastisfaction and bittersweet regret escapes from the bottom of my stomach and spreads into my chest. I should have gotten into the semis for OI. I really should've. We hadn't a single semifinalist for OI and I could have changed that.
What happened was, Round 2 for OI started at 8am. But I only managed to reach ISKL at 8:15am. I ran to the notice board, found that I was supposed to be first in Room 102, then dashed up the stairs panting for dear life. Wei Ning was waiting for me and she said I looked very pale and my lips were colourless. When I got my results later, I had a 3 and a 4. The day before, I had a 1 and 2.
It was an awful disappointment; I was in a bad mood nearly throughout the entire day. Day 2 was really quite emotionally unstable for me. First it was OI, then my Round 2 Solo (I got 2 and 4) and then our Duet (1 and 2, with some disturbing comments about myself). Then it turned out that I'd got into the Semifinals for Solo and our Duet. So throughout the day, I had to change character 3 or 4 times. First Alice, Mad Hatter, March Hare and Dormouse; then the fat charismatic gentleman; then a stern, grumpy policewoman; then the gentlemen again; and ultimately the policewoman once more.
I really, really feel that I deserved better for OI and Solo. Or at least, I feel that I could have done much better, given more time, calm or practise. And getting bronze for Duet was kind of a disappointment too. If I were less lazy a person I might complain more about a certain Jasin Nazim and a certain Assuntarian teacher-judge, but sadly(?), I am not.
For the record, here are my Adjudication Sheet rankings:
Oral Interpretation
Round 1 : 1, 2
Round 2 : 3, 4
Solo Acting
Round 1 : 1, 3 (I went overtime. One judge remembered, the other didn't.)
Round 2 : 2, 4
Semifinals : 3, 4, 4 :'(
Duet Acting
Round 1 : 1, 1
Round 2 : 1, 2
Semifinals : 1, 1, 4
Finals : 2, 2, 2, 4, 4 (Bronze)
Most of my aspirations rested with Solo Acting. So it was kind of a blow to see Esther go so far. Don't get me wrong, she deserved the Gold Medal: her script(Haunted) was an exceptionally good one and she performed it very well. She made me feel a lot like crying. I just really wish I'd gone as far as she did - this was her first year at Forensics.
I think Mr William feels a bit taken aback and slightly ashamed for abandoning us like that this year. Yesteryear, he held practices in school, belanja-ed us all breakfast and even got us a bus; this year, we got an audition, one day of "practice" and very little else. Shows how much faith he had in us, huh.
I wonder if this year's Forensics' standards has dropped or something. Everything seemed too good, too easy to be true. I voiced out as much to Marvin, but he doesn't agree. He thinks the standards have been raised. "I have never seen such good Solos before; I have never seen such good OIs before. And you would be one of those who have raised the standards this year." He's been an incredible support. He boosted my confidence before Round 1 of Solo, he comforted me everytime I was upset, and he gave me assurance whenever I was unsure. God bless him :) He's a dear, albeit a rather funny/weird one.
OOs this year have been really good. First place was "Procrastination" - a smack in Jun Horng's face, I imagine; second place Jasin Nazim; the rest were "Duct Tape", "Gossip" and ...I can't remember now. The Gossip Guy was extremely good; Duct Tape Guy too, but not as much. And Procrastination was very, very, very well done :) He managed to make procrastination sound such a positively good thing. I wish I had a copy of his OO.
Forensics, forensics, forensics... I hope you haven't seen the last of me. I want to be back again. I haven't gotten the best out of you.
Solo Acting:
2 Semifinalists
(Esther and me),
& Gold medalist (Esther!)
Duet Acting:
3 semifinalists
(Nicholas Ng with Ng Yen Tink,
Gwendolyn Liow with Cheng Shae Nee,
Caleen Chua with me!),
3 finalists
(Nicholas Ng with Ng Yen Tink,
Gwendolyn Liow with Cheng Shae Nee,
Caleen Chua with me!),
Bronze medalist
(Caleen Chua with me!),
& Silver medalist
(Gwendolyn Liow with Cheng Shae Nee!)
Original Oratory
Semifinalist
(Caleen Chua)
Oral Interpretation
Nada :(
Debate
Nada :(
Impromptu Speaking
Semifinalist
(Tze Xiang
& maybe somebody else)
Extemporaneous Speaking
Semifinalist
(Jun Horng)
Best Participating Schools
2nd place (CHS!)
Commemoration of Best Malaysian School
Catholic High School!
If I don't think about it, I would say that Forensics this year has been pretty amazing. Mr William barely helped at all this time because - I suppose - he didn't see much hope in our batch, but would you just look at the results :)
Four representatives per category and three of our duet acting teams got into the finals. Wow, wow, wow and wow. It really kind of blows you away thinking about it. And winning 2nd place for Best Participating School was really more than we could have asked for. Assunta and ISKL didn't even get mentioned this year for BPS. God's work was everywhere these three days. All in all, we had 7 finalists (the heavenly number!) and of those, 5 of us were believers.
You see what I'm getting at? :)
But if I look closely at everything, this ...rather overwhelming sensation of dissastisfaction and bittersweet regret escapes from the bottom of my stomach and spreads into my chest. I should have gotten into the semis for OI. I really should've. We hadn't a single semifinalist for OI and I could have changed that.
What happened was, Round 2 for OI started at 8am. But I only managed to reach ISKL at 8:15am. I ran to the notice board, found that I was supposed to be first in Room 102, then dashed up the stairs panting for dear life. Wei Ning was waiting for me and she said I looked very pale and my lips were colourless. When I got my results later, I had a 3 and a 4. The day before, I had a 1 and 2.
It was an awful disappointment; I was in a bad mood nearly throughout the entire day. Day 2 was really quite emotionally unstable for me. First it was OI, then my Round 2 Solo (I got 2 and 4) and then our Duet (1 and 2, with some disturbing comments about myself). Then it turned out that I'd got into the Semifinals for Solo and our Duet. So throughout the day, I had to change character 3 or 4 times. First Alice, Mad Hatter, March Hare and Dormouse; then the fat charismatic gentleman; then a stern, grumpy policewoman; then the gentlemen again; and ultimately the policewoman once more.
I really, really feel that I deserved better for OI and Solo. Or at least, I feel that I could have done much better, given more time, calm or practise. And getting bronze for Duet was kind of a disappointment too. If I were less lazy a person I might complain more about a certain Jasin Nazim and a certain Assuntarian teacher-judge, but sadly(?), I am not.
For the record, here are my Adjudication Sheet rankings:
Oral Interpretation
Round 1 : 1, 2
Round 2 : 3, 4
Solo Acting
Round 1 : 1, 3 (I went overtime. One judge remembered, the other didn't.)
Round 2 : 2, 4
Semifinals : 3, 4, 4 :'(
Duet Acting
Round 1 : 1, 1
Round 2 : 1, 2
Semifinals : 1, 1, 4
Finals : 2, 2, 2, 4, 4 (Bronze)
Most of my aspirations rested with Solo Acting. So it was kind of a blow to see Esther go so far. Don't get me wrong, she deserved the Gold Medal: her script(Haunted) was an exceptionally good one and she performed it very well. She made me feel a lot like crying. I just really wish I'd gone as far as she did - this was her first year at Forensics.
I think Mr William feels a bit taken aback and slightly ashamed for abandoning us like that this year. Yesteryear, he held practices in school, belanja-ed us all breakfast and even got us a bus; this year, we got an audition, one day of "practice" and very little else. Shows how much faith he had in us, huh.
I wonder if this year's Forensics' standards has dropped or something. Everything seemed too good, too easy to be true. I voiced out as much to Marvin, but he doesn't agree. He thinks the standards have been raised. "I have never seen such good Solos before; I have never seen such good OIs before. And you would be one of those who have raised the standards this year." He's been an incredible support. He boosted my confidence before Round 1 of Solo, he comforted me everytime I was upset, and he gave me assurance whenever I was unsure. God bless him :) He's a dear, albeit a rather funny/weird one.
OOs this year have been really good. First place was "Procrastination" - a smack in Jun Horng's face, I imagine; second place Jasin Nazim; the rest were "Duct Tape", "Gossip" and ...I can't remember now. The Gossip Guy was extremely good; Duct Tape Guy too, but not as much. And Procrastination was very, very, very well done :) He managed to make procrastination sound such a positively good thing. I wish I had a copy of his OO.
Forensics, forensics, forensics... I hope you haven't seen the last of me. I want to be back again. I haven't gotten the best out of you.
Sunday, February 6
Gloria In Exelcis Deo!
The prom turned out really nice after all. Reuben was a lot shorter than I remembered, but that could be because I wore my boots. Eugene looked good (he wore this Jedi knight costume), and I got to slow-dance with Cow :) That was really amazing.
My hair turned out really nice too. Hui Yii, Aunty Carol (her mum) and her kai-ma really loved my hair. And my cheongsam. They wanted to know where I bought it and the address of the shop. It was really flattering :)
Oh, and I was nominated for Best Dressed, which turned out to be synonymous with Prom Queen :) I got this box full of the Body Shop products and have been using the body shampoo and body scrub for the last two days. There really is a difference in quality.
Melissa wore this really shocking green wig and a Trinity outfit. She looked so funny :) She's the coolest girl I know. She ended up winning Prom Queen!
I thank You so much, God, for the amazing night.
Then the next morning, we had the forensics workshop. I thank God again that I got up in time to catch Mi and Mum before they left the house. And I thank God that even though we (Caleen, Tian An and I) missed the station we were supposed to stop at (Jelatek), we ended up at ISKL right on the dot when our workshops started.
He really is incredible :) Blogging now helps me see how He's been with me for the last few days in the most tangible ways.
I got to see Marvin after so long. I got to know a girl from Mr. Rao's chemistry tuition. I got to see Gwendolyn and Shae Nee act. I got to go to Caleen's house and see all of it for the first time.
I didn't go to church this week, my only regret. But there's no one to blame but me lah. We worked on the script from 1pm till 9 something pm (that's 8 hours!), and by the time I got home it was 11 something pm because my whole family went out for a company dinner.
Caleen is incredibly lucky. She has a beautiful house. And aside from that, she has a jolly father, an attractive mother, (very open-minded parents,) beauty, talent, athletic and linguistic abilities, intelligence, popularity, friends, lovely fashionable clothes, a handsome boyfriend two years her senior... Wow :)
I thank You, God. Because I am not jealous. I think this part really surprised me. I would have expected myself to be.
And then, today, this happened:
Krystle Wong to Caleen,
(bcc: Cow)
Before you download the attachment, check out our "source" :P
http://www.thesource.com.au/viewscript.asp?scriptid=3080
Haha! All glory to God. He's been wonderful. You know what? I
accidentally took the original copy of the script last night instead
of the photocopied one. I felt quite bad about it until just now you
told me that the photocopied version was missing a page! :D Which
means that He must've pre-ordained for me to take the original script
so I could finish typing everything in today without any hassle!
And then I found that amazing webby which doesn't require you to pay
any money, and which doesn't need a full submission of your script,
dialogue, character analysis, props and stuff. (There were some which
needed a lot of details for just one little script, you know.) And the
webby looks so freaking professional :D Don't you think? If they
actually do check our source they will see that page I just showed you
and (hopefully) believe at once that the script is published.
If you search for the words, "funny", "hilarious", "bimbo",
"policewoman", "interrogation" etc, the script will pop up in the
results summore :D If you look under the category "Dramatic Comedy"
the script's there too. Woohoo!
And I used my sister's friend's Australian home address while signing
up. All the details are false except my mobile number and e-mail
address (crappinrox@undisclosed.com). Then, after submitting the synopsis, I
looked at the web address again and there it was:
www.thesource.com.AU. Do you see? "AU" for Australia. Which makes it all
the more believable.
Seriously, God is with us. I believe we can do this, baby :)
See you Monday!
PS. It might be helpful if you make a copy of the script for Mr. William.
All glory be to God on high. Amen :)
My hair turned out really nice too. Hui Yii, Aunty Carol (her mum) and her kai-ma really loved my hair. And my cheongsam. They wanted to know where I bought it and the address of the shop. It was really flattering :)
Oh, and I was nominated for Best Dressed, which turned out to be synonymous with Prom Queen :) I got this box full of the Body Shop products and have been using the body shampoo and body scrub for the last two days. There really is a difference in quality.
Melissa wore this really shocking green wig and a Trinity outfit. She looked so funny :) She's the coolest girl I know. She ended up winning Prom Queen!
I thank You so much, God, for the amazing night.
Then the next morning, we had the forensics workshop. I thank God again that I got up in time to catch Mi and Mum before they left the house. And I thank God that even though we (Caleen, Tian An and I) missed the station we were supposed to stop at (Jelatek), we ended up at ISKL right on the dot when our workshops started.
He really is incredible :) Blogging now helps me see how He's been with me for the last few days in the most tangible ways.
I got to see Marvin after so long. I got to know a girl from Mr. Rao's chemistry tuition. I got to see Gwendolyn and Shae Nee act. I got to go to Caleen's house and see all of it for the first time.
I didn't go to church this week, my only regret. But there's no one to blame but me lah. We worked on the script from 1pm till 9 something pm (that's 8 hours!), and by the time I got home it was 11 something pm because my whole family went out for a company dinner.
Caleen is incredibly lucky. She has a beautiful house. And aside from that, she has a jolly father, an attractive mother, (very open-minded parents,) beauty, talent, athletic and linguistic abilities, intelligence, popularity, friends, lovely fashionable clothes, a handsome boyfriend two years her senior... Wow :)
I thank You, God. Because I am not jealous. I think this part really surprised me. I would have expected myself to be.
And then, today, this happened:
Krystle Wong to Caleen,
(bcc: Cow)
Before you download the attachment, check out our "source" :P
http://www.thesource.com.au/viewscript.asp?scriptid=3080
Haha! All glory to God. He's been wonderful. You know what? I
accidentally took the original copy of the script last night instead
of the photocopied one. I felt quite bad about it until just now you
told me that the photocopied version was missing a page! :D Which
means that He must've pre-ordained for me to take the original script
so I could finish typing everything in today without any hassle!
And then I found that amazing webby which doesn't require you to pay
any money, and which doesn't need a full submission of your script,
dialogue, character analysis, props and stuff. (There were some which
needed a lot of details for just one little script, you know.) And the
webby looks so freaking professional :D Don't you think? If they
actually do check our source they will see that page I just showed you
and (hopefully) believe at once that the script is published.
If you search for the words, "funny", "hilarious", "bimbo",
"policewoman", "interrogation" etc, the script will pop up in the
results summore :D If you look under the category "Dramatic Comedy"
the script's there too. Woohoo!
And I used my sister's friend's Australian home address while signing
up. All the details are false except my mobile number and e-mail
address (crappinrox@undisclosed.com). Then, after submitting the synopsis, I
looked at the web address again and there it was:
www.thesource.com.AU. Do you see? "AU" for Australia. Which makes it all
the more believable.
Seriously, God is with us. I believe we can do this, baby :)
See you Monday!
PS. It might be helpful if you make a copy of the script for Mr. William.
All glory be to God on high. Amen :)
Friday, February 4
A Damselle in Distress.
I never imagined going to a prom would be this stressful. I really am not the party kind of person after all. Kuok Pin cancelled at the very last minute again and I really quite detest him for it. If he weren't so prone to cancellations I wouldn't be so harrowed right now.
Because of Kuok Pin, I had to ask guys out to the church prom. I shall remember today as the most embarrasing time I have ever had with guys, ever. Perhaps it is a bit obsolete of me, but I really am against the idea of asking guys out when it comes to such things. I looked through my phonebook but there wasn't a single girl whom I thought might be able to go. She had to
1) Be a non-believer,
2) Have a formal dress available at the very last minute,
3) Not have plans tonight
4) and most importantly, have transport to Holiday Villa in Subang.
This is all Kuok Pin's fault!!! Because of him, I have asked a guy out and been rejected - both which have never occured to me in all my life - in just one day. The very next time I see him, I shall squash him like a bug and throw tomatoes at his eyeballs.
I'm going with Reuben from last year's interschool drama competition at Seafield. He had to, apparently, postpone a meeting so that he could make it out tonight. I have very, very mixed feelings about this and it is making me feel a bit ill. I hardly know him.
Now, I find out that Juen Lim was free tonight all along. I don't know why I didn't see his name in my phonebook... I would actually be quite happy to see him after so long. I'm so... harrassed right now.
You know, on top of all this, I still have to get my hair done and make sure I don't look fat in the cheongsam. And I have to get my make-up done at Hui Yii's before we leave together too. Lord, I am never doing this again.
This whole post sounds like something out of a Meg Cabot book. I really am never going to do this again.
Because of Kuok Pin, I had to ask guys out to the church prom. I shall remember today as the most embarrasing time I have ever had with guys, ever. Perhaps it is a bit obsolete of me, but I really am against the idea of asking guys out when it comes to such things. I looked through my phonebook but there wasn't a single girl whom I thought might be able to go. She had to
1) Be a non-believer,
2) Have a formal dress available at the very last minute,
3) Not have plans tonight
4) and most importantly, have transport to Holiday Villa in Subang.
This is all Kuok Pin's fault!!! Because of him, I have asked a guy out and been rejected - both which have never occured to me in all my life - in just one day. The very next time I see him, I shall squash him like a bug and throw tomatoes at his eyeballs.
I'm going with Reuben from last year's interschool drama competition at Seafield. He had to, apparently, postpone a meeting so that he could make it out tonight. I have very, very mixed feelings about this and it is making me feel a bit ill. I hardly know him.
Now, I find out that Juen Lim was free tonight all along. I don't know why I didn't see his name in my phonebook... I would actually be quite happy to see him after so long. I'm so... harrassed right now.
You know, on top of all this, I still have to get my hair done and make sure I don't look fat in the cheongsam. And I have to get my make-up done at Hui Yii's before we leave together too. Lord, I am never doing this again.
This whole post sounds like something out of a Meg Cabot book. I really am never going to do this again.