Excuses for the damsel in distress

“Or maybe you could call your club president and tell him you’re stuck in the lift and so you can’t turn up for the meeting. You can actually make that buzzing sound of the lift emergency button if you like,” I remembered myself telling my friend, who’s trying to find a reason to evade her club meeting. Apparently she’s exhausted all her conventional excuses (“I’m sick”, “I’m having a fever”, “I took early leave”, etc.) so I, a.k.a. her trusty book of excuses, decided to lend the poor damsel in distress a hand. Wonder if she went back for the meeting.

Great, so I’m going to be without a maid for 3 excruciating weeks. How torturous. I miss my trusty To, although she’s prone to temper flares and all sorts of out-of-this-world behavior. Hides in a corner, trying hard to psycho myself that if I count to 10, 3 weeks will be over in a jiffy. It’s not working.

Show me the way

I pursed my lips. Aiyo, I thought to myself.

I suddenly became so motivated to study even harder. I’ve had talks with so many people in my family, and they’re questioning me about my endeavors and plans. They respect my decision to enter the world of social sciences despite streaming myself into the science faculty. I guess only one person knows where I’m going to go. Myself.

My uncle's cool

My uncle was recounting how his nephew in the States crashed their family truck twice and his own car once, driving it into a telephone post. I almost died laughing. My uncle’s seldom in Singapore, partially due to his work and also because he’s American, so to be able to laugh at his jokes and stuff is a blessing for most of us. And he loves to send me stuff on world news and all that. I’m still trying to grow accustomed to reading all the stuff he sends me, but all that info has come in handy for my GP so he’s cool.

Friendster's giving me loads of problems and all that. I'm contemplating a change to use MySpace instead.

I wanna be a scribe!

I got so afraid when I couldn’t access the applications on my desktop. I thought it was going to die on me, just like what my previous computer did. Thankfully, it didn’t. Phew.

I’m contemplating signing up as a scribe for a local magazine. I’ve made writing my life, and I seriously wouldn’t mind letting it be my source of income in the near future. I know I haven’t had any formal training on writing for articles, but I strongly believe that such a course would further empower me with the enhanced ability to unleash my writing skills confidently and without bars. All I need now is to complete my A Levels, and hopefully do well enough in my GP to score a writing stint with a local mag. I’m truly motivated by myself.