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    Thursday, 29 May 2008


    Look, kitty! Tired one...


    It's Thursday,  8.30pm. And I'm at home blogging. 

    Maybe for most people, it wouldn't seem unusual. Unless you're a Sec 3 student attending "Raymond's Math tuition from hell" tuition classes. (Classes are from 7.30-9pm on Thursday nights.)

    Yeah Bernie, Siaw Ee, in case you didn't notice,  I did not turn up for Raymond's.

    ...

    You mean you guys really didn't notice???

    ...

    I am physically, mentally and psychologically drained. Why?

    Drama. Yesterday, and today, from 9am to 6pm. (Did I mention I had Chemistry supplementary classes from 7.30am to 9am yesterday?) 

    I. HATE. Makeup. I had to wear the damn thing TWICE for two fricking days. And today, I aged. AGED. Like, twenty years, then EVEN MORE because Mrs Crothers went overboard with the powder on the hair. Seriously. She is SCARY with that stuff.

    And I totally sucked for Drama. Thank god we're not sending the tape over to Cambridge. Yet.

    "Right now, you are the most BORING group to watch," says Crothers.

    And the thing is, I can't help but agree. All the emotions I've been working on are GONE. GONE. I could do it when I came home, why couldn't I fricking do them on stage? On stage I just become an angsty teenager.

    ARGH.

    The giant box of props and the laundry basket killed me. KILLED ME. If my dad didn't pick me up after drama, I don't know WHAT I would have done. Died there and then, and no resurrection I guess. 

    Â -close your eyes ;