Monday, January 16, 2006
Hello? Anybody missed me? Hee.
I've been experiencing some pesky internet problems for the past couple of days, which intervened in my blogging (and mapling, but never mind). Now that I'm back from the living, let me try to recall what I've been up to for the past week.
Chelle's Closet, Part IAs usual, I bought CLEO. As usual, it was inspiring, in terms of fashion and beauty and lifestyle. But the problem with such magazines are that they tend to steer you towards materialism. Really, there's nothing wrong with wanting to have nice pretty things, but I don't have an income of my own yet. Therefore, it is not justifiable to want things like $256 jeans from Polo Ralph Lauren, or $89 blue corset-top by Studio from Tangs, or (whoa) $399 heels by Lolita from Tangs & Co. Darn, given my current status, I shouldn't even be thinking about the $114 white pants from Tommy Jeans, or $79.90 heels from Tsumori, or even $26 Disney limited edition Tinted Lip Conditioners by M.A.C., which I swear, it's the packaging that we're paying for, but it's a pretty collectible.
WAIT. WHAT AM I THINKING? I don't need those things? I am privileged enough to be able to afford a hell lot more clothes then kids my age in developing countries. I really should be happy with what I have. But...
(As the shuttlecock flies in the other direction...)
Then again, shouldn't we aspire to be able to have better then what we have now? It's one of the prime reasons why we are driven to move forward, right? Sigh, but...
(Shuttlecock gets stuck in net. Game OVER.)
P.S. I cleaned out my closet, literally. Now everything is really neat and looks really nice.
Back to Chelle's life...This morning's Economic's test was not a killer at all. In fact, it's one of those tests that you'd easily ace as long as you studied. Which I did not.
One fewer stall in the canteen this year. Result: longer queues in front of the other stalls. And I confess my sin: I cut the queue. At first I was at the back of the Western Food stall, and I spotted two friends at the Chicken Rice stall. After a while, the stall is running out of chicken. I was despairing when I saw another friend like, third in queue at the Western Food stall. And so I was, hell, why not?
Moral of the story? Nice guys may finish last, but not-so-nice girls get their food first.
Every Monday ends with PE. The next few PE sessions will all be in preparation of the road race. We finally have fair weather. But whoever said that the other running conditions will be just as fine? To start off, circumference of MJC multiplied by two is not a short distance. (And thank God MJC is not some giant school.) Not much natural scenic beauty to admire, just a bunch of construction going on. But with construction work, comes... construction workers. The kind that ogle at young girls with those lecherous grins. It's no wonder that most of the girls run very quickly past that particular stretch. But that isn't the worst.
I have a bloody stalker!!!And subtlety just isn't my stalker's thing. Ten out of ten times I tested whether or not my stalker was really stalking me, the results only turned out to be affirmative. When I run, my stalker runs behind me. When I stop, my stalker stops. This stalker just refuses to be shaken off! Have you any idea how creepy that is? For a moment, I was thinking,
why not go really slowly, and let my stalker overtake me? Sure, my stalker did overtake me, but stopped like, two metres in front of me! Bloody hell! My stalker refuses to leave a five-metre radius of wherever I am.
My current plan to combat this problem is to train my running, to outrun my stalker by a
mile.
♥ The lights faded at
6:33 pm
