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... Friday, November 28, 2003

okay i was apparently high this morning due to lack of - no, due to no sleep last night. NO SLEEP.

you know when your body is deprived of sleep, simple things seem funny and everyone appears dreamlike and 2-D? that's how it was. i was laughing and laughing for some reason and people looked.. empty.

'prom' was ok. no big fireworks. some people dressed really nicely, wasn't that big a deal, didn't feel great urge to take photographs like mad so i remembered the night - but i felt a tinge of sadness that never would we be reunited to celebrate as a whole year again - unless, well, i'm hoping o level results will be a celebration.

'if the plane carrying your o level papers crashed, how would you feel and what would you do?'

i must confess, i'm guilty. my first reaction was like everyone elses - 'i'll just cry my eyes out/i'll die/ i'll rejoice' - until i thought about it more and realized, why are we so concerned about these scripts, these mere bunches of paper when there have been casualties? is that all we can think about, ourselves and that grade, that grade we MUST get? people never stopped to think that while we can resit the exam, the lives lost will never be gotten back. someone will lose a mother, a father, a son, a husband, a brother, a sister, a wife, a daughter - and we worried about our scripts, which are, for your information, already dead. all we cared about were our certs, our papers because maybe, if we didn't get them - we would 'die' here in singapore, we would be cert-less, and here, paper means everything.

anyway, maybe i was the only one seething there - i honestly don't know why i think of these things. for a while i wish i could just not think about them and maybe inwardly, i would be a happier person. there's somehow so much anger and indignance rife in me whenever people do these things.

okay let's move on. i don't like to dwell on these things. well for old memory's sake, this was how i spent my so-called prom night. take photos, get blinded by flash photography, after the whole thingy, change out go to town, find out cinemas are closed, go to 24 hr swensens, eat fires, go back to hotel, change out, ed and cel come to the room, cel stays in the other room talking on the phone, we play cards, heart attack poker fishing er.. uno, decide to go out to pool, i change again, find pool is closed, go to roof terrace, talk talk talk, go back to room, stay in room while ed and charm take their turn to go to the roof garden, find them at pool when it is 7+, decide to eat breakfast out, check out the hotel buffet which looked really good, walked to hitachi towers, discovered cool cube like stores, had breakfast at delifrance, went back to room, 'chilled out', i went nuts, took crazy shots with kai knowing how to use the timer, finally checked out, and went home and bathed and crashed on bed.

for the record, i got the title of most likely to become a billionaire [i'd like to talk about why i think people nominated me but i think i won't]. you know how there are two melissa ngs in the school? yeah i just assumed it was me because chalene did let loose eomething earlier but i wonder how the other melissa ng feels - i mean it could have very well been her and i just assumed [ok not assumed, but you know what i mean] it was me. why am i even bothering to think about this? but yeah i felt bad. okay i'm nuts. i'm nuts. i'm leaving for tokyo tonight and i'll be back talking more when i get back.


+ posted by M @ 8:03 AM

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