had a nice dream- woke up pissed to find that it'll never happen in reality- adds on to my anger and frustration. its like early in the morning yet im already so unhappy.. its really quite sucky eh?
yesterday i went to the new balance warehouse sale.. with my parents.. bought a pair of running shoes, since all of mine were either handed down or too small or spoiled. well, not hard to guess, since i give my shoes hard treatment by running and hiking at bukit timah hill. and alot of other not-so-friendly terrains. there was this WEIGHTLESS SHOE, okay, it has weight, but its less than 5 grams. wanted it badly, but found out that i wont have use for it.. was for walking and sprinting. i dont sprint. O_O
wanted the BAGS, but of course my mum wouldnt buy it for me.. even though i tore my small converse sling bag. shes so bloody thrifty and messed up now, and i shall blame it on her job. in the car she was like: dont spend too much time there.. you know, time is money.. i was like: WTF. shes taking her work too seriously. she now works on sundays sometimes. its like using our family time to earn money. wtf indeed.
okay, i wanted alot of things.. the jacket, the bag, the shoe, the socks, the vest.. yeah. i had the hardest time deciding between which shoe to buy.. it was one 2005 model and one 2004 model.. and the first has nice weird shoelaces, but the latter's design was nicer (even though it was an older model). it was both PINK.. ergh. no orange, either pink or blue. yeah, so in the end i chose the one with less pink, the 2004 model. but normal shoelaces. grrr. wanted to steal the nice weird ones.
then we headed to ikea for tea. had my meatballs ^_^ wanted to buy 15, but i had my ballet later on.. so i didnt. grr. bought markers. and then went off, since my mum was rushing to meet her client. (she was like wayyyyy early..) then my dad was going to sim lim square, so he dropped me off at bugis mrt. and i mrt-ed down to tampines.
gosh, my class was at 5, and i was there before 4, so i had alot of time to kill.. but no money to spend. wanted to buy super thick bright orange shoelaces but couldnt find any.. saw all the gummies sitting there staring innocently at me.. wtf sia, they look so bloody cute and yummy, but i forced myself out of the shop.
so imagine noelle going up and down tampines mall. received some weird looks from bored shopkeepers. i felt weird too, but i couldnt just sit and wait for so long. went into yamaha, saw picks, bought picks.. couldnt resist that one. got lost a couple of times, nearly walked straight into the guy's toilets, bumped into a couple of humans or just random things, stoned until 4.50, when my friend came. whee.
my ballet school (the tampines branch) is actually inside yamaha.
that place is like a maze la.. so easy to get lost. hmph. but of course i didnt. class was shiok, as i said previously.. was using my anger to dance? the wrong emotion.. but i couldnt really care. was angry at everything, including myself, so a little bit of self-mutilation was involved. (my bleeding blister, and aching body) and i wanted to prove that i was indeed good, so i strived to beat everyone at their own game.. but not for the attention or anything. i just wanted to prove to myself that even if the world falls, i still have my dancing to rely on, and i can make a career out of it. didnt get a chance to triple. (refers to 'spinning' in non-ballet terms.)
was the weirdest class i had, and i should never ever have such evil thoughts. noelle is now officially corrupted.
went out angry, but stuck on a pretty smile. came home from the bus interchange.. still smiling like an ass. but the more pissed i was the harder i smiled. O_O
i wish that the dear Lord would come and take me away in my sleep. with a smile on my face. then i shant have to struggle to survive. i shall only enjoy the good Lord's love and company, and be an innocent child of God. i miss the good old times where it was so easy to believe.
*i wonder how we are gonna make it through.. i wonder how i would make it through with you. because i would like to comment that its all so fucked up for me now.*
*hey justin, dear kor. miss you.*
yesterday i went to the new balance warehouse sale.. with my parents.. bought a pair of running shoes, since all of mine were either handed down or too small or spoiled. well, not hard to guess, since i give my shoes hard treatment by running and hiking at bukit timah hill. and alot of other not-so-friendly terrains. there was this WEIGHTLESS SHOE, okay, it has weight, but its less than 5 grams. wanted it badly, but found out that i wont have use for it.. was for walking and sprinting. i dont sprint. O_O
wanted the BAGS, but of course my mum wouldnt buy it for me.. even though i tore my small converse sling bag. shes so bloody thrifty and messed up now, and i shall blame it on her job. in the car she was like: dont spend too much time there.. you know, time is money.. i was like: WTF. shes taking her work too seriously. she now works on sundays sometimes. its like using our family time to earn money. wtf indeed.
okay, i wanted alot of things.. the jacket, the bag, the shoe, the socks, the vest.. yeah. i had the hardest time deciding between which shoe to buy.. it was one 2005 model and one 2004 model.. and the first has nice weird shoelaces, but the latter's design was nicer (even though it was an older model). it was both PINK.. ergh. no orange, either pink or blue. yeah, so in the end i chose the one with less pink, the 2004 model. but normal shoelaces. grrr. wanted to steal the nice weird ones.
then we headed to ikea for tea. had my meatballs ^_^ wanted to buy 15, but i had my ballet later on.. so i didnt. grr. bought markers. and then went off, since my mum was rushing to meet her client. (she was like wayyyyy early..) then my dad was going to sim lim square, so he dropped me off at bugis mrt. and i mrt-ed down to tampines.
gosh, my class was at 5, and i was there before 4, so i had alot of time to kill.. but no money to spend. wanted to buy super thick bright orange shoelaces but couldnt find any.. saw all the gummies sitting there staring innocently at me.. wtf sia, they look so bloody cute and yummy, but i forced myself out of the shop.
so imagine noelle going up and down tampines mall. received some weird looks from bored shopkeepers. i felt weird too, but i couldnt just sit and wait for so long. went into yamaha, saw picks, bought picks.. couldnt resist that one. got lost a couple of times, nearly walked straight into the guy's toilets, bumped into a couple of humans or just random things, stoned until 4.50, when my friend came. whee.
my ballet school (the tampines branch) is actually inside yamaha.
that place is like a maze la.. so easy to get lost. hmph. but of course i didnt. class was shiok, as i said previously.. was using my anger to dance? the wrong emotion.. but i couldnt really care. was angry at everything, including myself, so a little bit of self-mutilation was involved. (my bleeding blister, and aching body) and i wanted to prove that i was indeed good, so i strived to beat everyone at their own game.. but not for the attention or anything. i just wanted to prove to myself that even if the world falls, i still have my dancing to rely on, and i can make a career out of it. didnt get a chance to triple. (refers to 'spinning' in non-ballet terms.)
was the weirdest class i had, and i should never ever have such evil thoughts. noelle is now officially corrupted.
went out angry, but stuck on a pretty smile. came home from the bus interchange.. still smiling like an ass. but the more pissed i was the harder i smiled. O_O
i wish that the dear Lord would come and take me away in my sleep. with a smile on my face. then i shant have to struggle to survive. i shall only enjoy the good Lord's love and company, and be an innocent child of God. i miss the good old times where it was so easy to believe.
*i wonder how we are gonna make it through.. i wonder how i would make it through with you. because i would like to comment that its all so fucked up for me now.*
*hey justin, dear kor. miss you.*
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