Yech

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Natsukoi by SID

Yech. Thats the only suitable word, or non-word, that I an use to describe my day. Woke up feeling heavy. My body was like two hundred tonnes and counting. Lack of sleep, although I slept before midnight, and I did not wake up at night. Deep sleep for 7hours and I'm so bloody tired nonetheless. Humid day. Yeah, in the tropics in the middle of the year. Northern hemisphere and all that. Lousy weather for wearing work clothes. Great for the beach though. Too bad I don't work at the beach.

Went back to collect my certificates. A long, arduous walk up the main gate. Heels. Long pants. Heavy bag. What do you expect? Me to not complain about the utter ridiculousness of situating the main gate of the school in some obscure corner on a hill, located a minimum of four hundred meters away from the nearest bus stop? Sheesh. Its less a main gate than the side gate. Inaccessible. Irritating. I was perspiring buckets by the time I was in the library, and I still had to get back to the bus stop! Best part? At the bus stop, 151 took more than 20 minutes to come. This was on top of the awesome racket that the grass cutting people were making. And the little specks of grass that inevitably flew everywhere, and seemed directed specifically at this hot, sweaty and really pissed gal. Bad day.

School was revolting, to say the least. There has been a 14 year drought of President's Scholars, so they removed the board and placed a huge LCD screen there. Smart marketing eh? So instead of staring at the prime minister's name, we instead look at the various promotional videos of the school. Pathetic much? Of course, this is provided that you even notice the screen, what with that enormous silver THING sitting in the atrium. I have nothing against art. I like art. I think sculptures are cool. I have friends who do art. BUT THAT IS ONE HECK OF A WRONG PLACE TO PUT A SCULPTURE LIKE THAT. Yeah. That was what I wanted to shout. First, it most probably gets into the way of students who trying to get into the TA block. Secondly, it looks ominous. Serious. Lets just say that it just looks jarring. Whoever decided to put it there has no aesthetic sense. I'm not saying that person has zero artistic ability. I'm talking about aesthetic sense. Goodness. There is no need to announce the school's many weaknesses at the foyer. I mean, you can at least TRY to mask the rotting flesh with perfumed silks. And not expose it to the sun. Yech. If you have no substance, at least strive for better glamour.

Lunch was pretty good though. The first time I had Vietnamese food. Some pork noodle, that was sweet and a little sour. Yummy. Recommended by one of my colleagues. If most Vietnamese food taste like this, I think I'd want to hang out at the Vietnamese stall more often. I like eating. always have, and II think I always will. There's so much yummy things out there for you to try. Japanese sushi. Bento. Curry. Sashimi. Teppanyaki. Kueh. Noodles. Dim sum. Steaks. Cakes. Desserts. Pudding. Ice cream. Rice. Fish. Salads. Vegetables. The list extends. Food is good. See? It rhymes. HAHA. I'm going to get whacked for such a silly comparison.

I'm often bored recently. Its a pervasive state of mind. I wonder what i can do about it. Its not like I have absolutely nothing to do. On the contrary in fact. Japanese lessons. Driving lessons. Belly dancing lessons. Tutoring my brother. Tutoring Kaen. Preparing for matriculation. Work. Chores. I'm busy. Busy and bored. I used to think it was an oxymoron. Now I know that its two very different things. One is a state of mind. The other is the level of activity. Two separate concepts. Its like being fit and being healthy. Two different things. if you don't know why check the dictionary. If you still don't know why, pretend you do, smile and nod. Just remember its different. Believe me. I don't blog about things that I'm uncertain of. I have an image to upkeep dearies.

Its been a YECH-Y day. Tutored my brother. Awful. Its like a slow death by fire and drowning. Locked in a glass cage of fire and thrown into the ocean. One of the worse ways to die. Able to see salvation, yet unable to reach it. And even the salvation you achieve hurts, and is likely to kill you. Yeah. To simplify it, it was painful. Sigh. I have to hand it to my family. No other person or entity drives me nuts as fast and absolutely as my family. Just have to hand it to these people. Oh well. I hope tomorrow will be a better day. What with meeting viv in the morning and Gackt and Kazuki featured in the magazine...



"I need new ways of saying that something is disgusting. Revolting. Gross. Unpleasant. Yucky. Yech. You get what I mean."