Fickle Weather* Edited

Boo hoo today isn’t a very fine day. Today is the first time in the year that I had difficulty in crawling out of bed just to get ready for school. And because I was too lethargic in the morning, I decided not to wear contacts to school.

It’s a stupid mistake to wear spectacles to school because personally, I don’t like wearing spectacles. It’s not because of vanity; it’s more because when I wear spectacles, my face just somehow feels more oily and sweaty, like I developed an extra thick layer of sebum.

Today was filled with tutorials; the only lecture of the day was literature. Actually this isn’t a bad thing, haha. I don’t even want to think about tomorrow. Bah, Tuesdays are the worse. Tutorials seem more interesting than lectures and Miss Vanessa Seah, who wants to be known as Mrs Chua, is quite an entertaining econs tutor.

Mr Harris is hilarious. Haha, for the previous tutorial, we had a poem about faeces. Today was about AIDS, or as he had crudely put it, FUCK. I like his humour, even though it can be a bit sick at times. Like when he drew the swastika and added faces on it, haha.

Today’s weather was really unpredictable. I hate fickle weather. When we ended lessons, it was really sunny so we thought that we had the time to eat lunch before going home. However, when we were about to leave VJ, it started to rain. So we decided to take 55 instead and not cross the overhead bridge.


Haha, you can see the number plate! Buy 4D if you want. How often does a bus get a flat tyre anyway?

Somehow, the bus got a flat tyre after it turned somewhere around Tao Nan. Another omen signifying that perhaps I won’t have much luck with transportation this year. The first omen was waiting for one and a half hours for a cab on New Year’s Day.

So we had to wait for two 55s before we managed to board another bus. The first 55 that came was too crowded for us to squeeze on. And the best part was that it stopped raining when the bus broke down, and started raining when I got off the MRT. Lethargy from earlier in the morning seemed to still be in me when I was on the way home, so I was too lazy to wait for a bus and ended up taking a cab instead.

I think I’m losing my center of gravity. Is it even possible to lose your CG? I fell down the steps at the MRT station today. Haha, the funny thing was that this woman went “Woops” behind me even though I was the one who slipped. I’m finding it hard to walk in a straight line and even when standing in the bus, I’m less stable as compared to the pass.

It’s like I’m moving like a drunkard even thought I’m sober mentally. Oo, maybe it’s a sign of obesity. Haha, I seem to link whatever strange disease or behavioural patterns I have with obesity. Hey, what do you expect, I’m no rocket scientist.

Well, I guess the day can’t get any worse now that I’m home. Unless of course I roll down the steps, fall off my bed or slip in the toilet etc. I need to find myself a four leaf clover.

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Oh I realised something to blog about while munching on my oreo cookies just now. (Ugh, that’s 100 calories per cookie, but whatever.) I abhor people with bad breath. Or maybe it’s more like I abhor bad breath. I think generally I have very low tolerance for people who stink, be it body odour or bad breath. How hard is it to drink some water, pop a breath mint or 2 into your mouth or simply just brush your teeth every morning before you go to school?

I think I have a really sensitive nose because aside from unsightly arm pit hair, the rest of my pet peeves seem to circle around smells. Like smoking, body odour and bad breath. Maybe because I have such huge honkers on my face, the piggish nostrils probably make me more sensitive to smells than the average human being. Honestly, I think people should learn to practice personal hygiene. I choose not to point any fingers here because it’s barely the start of 2007 and I do not wish to step on anyone’s toes, YET.

My sarcastic, evil, cynical side will probably rear its ugly head soon enough. Then the true bitching will begin. Muahahaha.

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