delirious: (breakable)
Saturday night I went for a goth party, and walking into the room felt like "I have arrived". The attendance was low, but I had fun and was comfortable the whole night. I really like the goth community here, I think. People are sincere, tolerant, pretty, gorgeous, and we all think the Singapore government needs to get that stick out of its ass. I can only wish I had time to stick around for more events to get to know more people better.

Somehow, the stayover morphed into an afternoon of lounging by my swimming pool stuffing our faces with food and teaching Karen how to swim. xx and I kind of laughed our heads off when we shouldn't; I hadn't had such a hilarious laugh in ages, even though it's at someone else's misery. But I think Karen knows how to swim, somewhat! I have to give it to her for her determination XD

Today, however, my hair is shit from the chlorine (the only downside to swimming, and my being a vainpot). It's warm and all I want to do is curl up on the couch and be anti-social, continue my relentless denial of the need to find myself a paying job, deliberate whether I should change my flight back to the US. I didn't give it much thought when I set the date, because I thought I'd just have to get used to it, you know? The longer I stay here, the harder it is to leave, even though sometimes I think I've seriously had it with the upright people and almost oppressive need to conform in this society, had it with the way people expect you to behave a certain way and when you don't they are surprised. I wonder, however, if it's "better" anywhere else, is it a chronic case of "the grass is always greener on the other side" when you've kind of seen both sides?


Mmmm, when told that I'm always quiet in groups, then my preference for the unconventional, Wendy accused -

delirious: (whorl)
Since the beginning, I've got two group of friends who like to arrange group outings on the same day - my RJ class and the RJCSB people.

Today was one such day, but with a significant improvement over the others. I didn't have to miss much of either! :D

I miscalculated travel times and had to skitter all the way from City Hall to Esplanade. I think I embarrassed myself when I missed the Box Office to collect my ticket but I managed to make it in the nick of time :D Concerts always start late, somehow... We sat in the second row from the front, with a perfect view of Mr. Oura and his magnificent cuteness. I believe we are now J6 and still have high school girlcrushes on our resident conductor. Quite embarrassing, because we called his cellphone when he was in the middle of changing out of his clothes, he actually told us he was in his briefs when he picked up the call. We wanted to pass him chocolates and were so afraid he'd run off too quickly! Hazukashii T_T We all felt ridiculously old amongst the JC kids :| They band was okay, we kind of tore them apart for their playing, but we were all 18 once, so. We have high expectations of our own band, yo. We have pride~ Also, I think the perks of having a Japanese conductor is that he picks a lot of pieces arranged by Japanese composers, which kind of caters to my own interests.

Ms. Low's house is so pretty! Weixiang made cheesecake and ice cream, Joshua made coconut cake, I was tempted to buy apple strudel at 6PM but doubted it would have survived my frantic walk to the Esplanade so I basically freeloaded. I feel... fat in need of exercise. Seeing my form teacher is kind of intimidating since I've always been a lazy student, I totally have some anxiety thing for authority figures :| Caught up with some people, had a good time.

Don't want to forget this, so I'm writing it down, you see.


The coffee cup that has cooled down
a little is like a merry-go-round
It mimics our inertia

Let's kiss one more time, and
expose your secret
Beyond your tongue and mine,
there's the truth...

kiss twice, kiss me deadly,

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