Youth Day...
Yeah yeah, i know, its been ages since the last post. ive been really busy with anniversary parade (ap). seriously. im so glad its over now. anyway, more on that later. had quite a fun youth day today. first, went out with tsao and yohanes to register for my IC, even though im like 3 months late, but who cares. luckily it didnt take too long. then we had lunch after that, and i went home. begrudgingly, i started on what was left of my homework; namely my geog ws, and editing my essay for competition submission. dun ask. then at ard 1345, michael rang me up and told me he was bored. he asked if i wanted to go out. yeah, now u know what to do when you're bored. lol. anyway, i finished up my last sentence, got ready and left to meet him at novena, then headed to orchard, walked ard at taka, wisma, sat down for a frappe at McCafe (yum), then went home. yeah, it was fun. i mean, its always fun when you go out with a friend.
yeah, so that was about it for youth day. oh great, now im rushing cos i wanna catch Chuck at 9. never mind. anyway, AP. u know, all the rehearsals were really screwed up, but i actually had fun during the actual thing itself. amazingly. before that was POP, which was really screwed up. but never mind that. yeah. anyway, im officially taking over now, as seniors. ah, power. now i sound like a megalomaniac. right. anyway, its back to school tomorrow. double mother tongue, god help me. the boredom. thers chem though, thankfully and RME, which is our unofficial slack period. but then, thers also geog and lit tmr. god. we'll see what happens tomorrow.
moving on, what happens when you see perfection all around you? what happens when it seems as if everyone else looked better, or was better in any other way, or EVERY other way? mankind's pursuit of perfection has led to heightened depravity, namely in the form of plastic surgery, rhinoplasty, botox, etc etc. yeah, lets all go and get plastic faces and noses. but anyway, digression aside. for me, seeing perfection all around me everyday hasnt really inoculated me against it, rather it has sensitised me further to it. whether or not you believe it, i do hv a low self-esteem. (yes, stop sniggering, dolt) perfection, perfection, perfection. getting hit in the face with blasts of perfection with the force of an 18-wheeler can be a rather bemusing and to a certain extent, frustrating, experience. now im not going to pretend that oh yes i see that perfection and beauty is only skin deep, and beauty is what lies within, because very simply i cant get myself to believe in it. im not gonna pretend to be humanitarian and pretend to care abt suffering children in 3rd world countries, because im not a saint. im just gonna be a normal, insecure teenager like most others.
yeah, so that was about it for youth day. oh great, now im rushing cos i wanna catch Chuck at 9. never mind. anyway, AP. u know, all the rehearsals were really screwed up, but i actually had fun during the actual thing itself. amazingly. before that was POP, which was really screwed up. but never mind that. yeah. anyway, im officially taking over now, as seniors. ah, power. now i sound like a megalomaniac. right. anyway, its back to school tomorrow. double mother tongue, god help me. the boredom. thers chem though, thankfully and RME, which is our unofficial slack period. but then, thers also geog and lit tmr. god. we'll see what happens tomorrow.
moving on, what happens when you see perfection all around you? what happens when it seems as if everyone else looked better, or was better in any other way, or EVERY other way? mankind's pursuit of perfection has led to heightened depravity, namely in the form of plastic surgery, rhinoplasty, botox, etc etc. yeah, lets all go and get plastic faces and noses. but anyway, digression aside. for me, seeing perfection all around me everyday hasnt really inoculated me against it, rather it has sensitised me further to it. whether or not you believe it, i do hv a low self-esteem. (yes, stop sniggering, dolt) perfection, perfection, perfection. getting hit in the face with blasts of perfection with the force of an 18-wheeler can be a rather bemusing and to a certain extent, frustrating, experience. now im not going to pretend that oh yes i see that perfection and beauty is only skin deep, and beauty is what lies within, because very simply i cant get myself to believe in it. im not gonna pretend to be humanitarian and pretend to care abt suffering children in 3rd world countries, because im not a saint. im just gonna be a normal, insecure teenager like most others.
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