Remember the duck.

I love humper. So this story of the duck is even more meaningful for me. :)
It's an awwww story.

There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods, but he could never hit the target.
Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner.

As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck. Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it. He was shocked and grieved! In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile; only to see his sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.

After lunch the next day Grandma said, "Sally, let's wash the dishes." But Sally said, "Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen." Then she whispered to him, "Remember the duck?" So Johnny did the dishes. Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, "I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper."
Sally just smiled and said, "Well that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help," She whispered again, "Remember the duck?" So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help. After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's, he finally couldn't stand it any longer.

He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck. Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, "Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you."

One meal a day.

Just had another practice for The West Wing. Super duper duper duper tired right now. Like, I feel like a lump of flesh lazy to even move from one spot to another. Can't believe it's going to end soon. Time passed pretty quickly these few weeks. THANKFULLY.

But it's been fun. Played all sorts of music. Which is really cool. And this band is pretty cool too. :) Wayne suggested jamming once in a while after this production ends. But Conan's leaving for overseas to pursue his degree. Ah well. :) But I'm really glad to know these 2 new guys. Guitarists as humble as them are rare these days.

OMIDEGOSH. I've 2 deadlines this week. How dreadful. BLARGH.

The first song I want to learn if I ever learn how to play the guitar.

True.

OMG. It's sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sweet.
Not that it's the first time I heard it. It's just so... meaningful at this point of time.
SIGH.

I'm a sucka for guys who can play acoustic and sing nicely to a nice song. Like true. SIGH. Of course I'm not referring to all the guys on earth la. If guys like Kevin W/Sam T/Ruperto/Jasper can do that (actually I think they know how to), I'll be like, "Wheeee. I've talented friends! Yay!"

Anyway, bottomline. I'll be uber uber uber uber uber uber happy if Fabian can do that.
Wayne and Conan make it seem like an easy feat. Maybe cause they're professionals. That's why they're paid to play for the performance as well. Haha.

I'm window-shopping online again.

Not that I've anything in mind to get. I mean, I wanted this lil brown bag. But it'll be cheaper if I just bought it directly from the Singapore outlet.

OH. That MNG office style bag is up for grabs on eBay again. Fantastic!!!

I'm feeling exhausted. The comfy bed's just right beside me. But I feel unwilling to go to sleep. Despite the headache and body clock alarm going off. I think it's some kind of illness. Like, the unwilling-to-sleep disease. I don't know. Maybe it's just because I miss Fabian.

But his phone battery is flat. And he's only going to be back in Sheffield at 9 pm (UK timing). Hahahahahahaha. What can I say. My luck this week is horrendously down.

Anyhoo, the end of thursday is an extreme relief. I finally got the dialogue with that weird guy over and done with. I will just strangle myself if I've to work with him again for the official practical exam. Seriously. If Liting can say that he's weird, he's definitely out-of-this-world weird.

Thailand trip may be called off. Which is a lil disappointing. But oh well. It's like tentative. Neither here nor there. I hate this kinda middle-of-nowhere situation. It's so.... undecided. And I get kinda irritated by this kinda circumstances. However, because his mom said so, I will thus be at peace and be okay with it. Respect your elders, more so your boyfriend's parents.

I've been really bogged down about my appearance lately. Weight, to be specific. I have put on unnecessary mass. But the thing is, I've cut down so much, including supper and eating less. And I've only lost 2 miserable kg. I want to become anorexic. So I can lose all the fat I need to lose. And thus be less conscious of my weight and my body shape. Then at least people will stop making fun of me. And I'll stop making fun of myself for being fat. And I'd rather be made fun of just because I'm thin.

WHAT THE HECK AM I THINKING.

It's definitely not going to happen. Because firstly, I cannot not eat. I love sushi. And pizza. And salads. And pancakes. And scrambled eggs. Yada yada. And secondly, I know I'll get dumped immediately by you-know-who once I've symptoms of anorexia. Of all reasons to get dumped. Then again, I think that'll be a better reason than the cheating on either party reason.

So yup, there we have it. The conclusion. I will never become anorexic. And thus, I will remain this way forever more. Fat. Blah.

Unless I become uber rich in the near future when I start working and I'll go get a plastic surgeon to perform liposuction on me.

Ew. Gross.

Supposed to be studying.

I haven't studied for a test which is held the next afternoon. And the feeling sucks. But even with the books and notes beside me, I can't find the motivation to bring em over to me to start flipping through and just read till I doze off. I'll do it as soon as I'm done with this, I think.

Today's been pretty fruitful. I finally understand why some people say you can have TS cliques. We really do get pretty close to one another, for some odd reason. Maybe cause we've seen pretty much the worse of all our practical mates. But it does feel warm and nice whenever I see them in lectures, tutorials or practicals. Like, although we only see one another during these lessons, it just feels at peace. Like, yay. No more hostility feeling unlike other lectures, where it's like, every man for himself.

Apparently there's going to be some news crew who'll be coming during our production practice during the afternoon. News crew. Hopefully it's not some cheena crew. Like, Lianhe Zaobao. Cause although the script is translated from some opera show (if I'm not wrong), everything else is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO westernised. Like, hello. Hell bells by ACDC is one of the songs during the show. Definitely not oriental. Hopefully its like The New Paper people at least, if the director's so keen on advertising.

But anyhoo, as much as I love the band and the production people, I just want this whole thing to be over and done with. It's draining my energy and life. The last thing I want to happen is to have my grades suffer again, because my laziness is brought to a higher level due to a tiring commitment.

I finally released all my frustration and helplessness last night, which led to awesomely-swollen eyes this morning when I woke up. But I felt so feeling-less. Like, emotionally-empty, numb.

Tonight's different, thank goodness. Maybe it's the dinner with Ruperto, Sam and Doris. I felt more humane. Like I do have a life. And. I'm just glad that it's Wednesday. Despite it being a test-day. Having the special someone out of reach due to lousy technology for almost a week really is saddening; it's sad enough that he's million of miles away to begin with.

Watching Facing The Giants on saturday in church was fantastic and blargh. Fantastic because it's encouraging and touching. Blargh because it's like a prep video. Now, I'm in a situation whereby I have this whole pile of shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat on me. And I'm not going to get out of it anytime soon. This time I didn't ask why, which is good. Shows that I've grown a lil more. *pat on the shoulder*