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Halifax CountdownApr
30
Halifax hours countdown has begun; since some people are counting days, I decided to count hours. As of 8:32PM on April 30th, there are 44 hours left until we leave. It’s going to be a very long ride, and I’ve packed loads of chocolates and candies =) I’ll be sure to see my dentist when I come back =S I asked a couple of friends whether or not they’re finished packing; one said she doesn’t plan to start until Tuesday =\ Hmmm… Well, I did my packing, and my suitcase is already full. I don’t plan on doing a lot of shopping in Halifax unless necessary. After all, since my parents are taking us on a very long vacation this summer, I plan to save up so I can shop till “I drop” in Singapore, and Indonesia, where everything is pirated and just outrageously cheap We have this careers paper… “All about me” due tomorrow. I’m working on it now, but I can’t find any careers relating to my “intrapersonal” intelligence. I also have to do a collage for Friday, and since I’m going to be away on that day, I have to hand it soon :love: by Wednesday at the latest. Since it was really nice and warm outside today, several lunch-table friends and myself went outside. They wanted to play football, and I absolutely refused point-blank to play. Caught the ball a couple of times because some idiots were just throwing it in people’s faces :grin: Then we went on talking about jeans and which stores we like best :love: Nothing exciting happened either. My life is so dull. There’s a badminton tournament tomorrow, and I chose not to play. Why? 1) It’s a doubles tournament, 2) I don’t work well with a partner (Unless absolutely necessary), and 3) I missed too much school work. Of course 92% of the team are going; those who are left are actually the best players I kept on telling my coach that I didn’t want to play at all, and he was like “Well, if you’re not playing, then Stephanie’s partner won’t play,” Dang! Blackmail. In the end he relented; I kept on saying about how I’m not comfortable playing, and I didn’t want to miss school (Yeah right…) and making up excuses, so he sent the other singles player (Who was eliminated within 2 hours in the last tournament) to play with Layla instead. Why does everything I do always relates to Layla. She’s a ghost. An evil spirit who will continue to haunt me, even on my deathbed. I don’t know how I should be feeling: relieved, pity for the guy, pity for Layla, angry, sad that I don’t get to go… nawww… I think I’ll live. I’ve made sure they tell me everything that happened, and has given them permission to text message me every hour while I’m at school :poo: There’s another interesting story, that will probably take up 3 paragraphs or so. There’s a girl in the team, I won’t use her name, but I will give her initial: N and I will refer her thus. She is a wannabe. She wants to be a Korean, Japanese, and Chinese (Which tells you she’s none of the above), and watching her desperately trying to fit in the “group” is more than just pathetic. So, anyways, she is more than just pain in the *** but she’s also obnoxious, pathetic, wannabe, loud (in a bad sense), desperate, and so on. We all avoid her, and she only hangs out with her grade 9 “friends”. After practice she came up to me, and asked me “You’re not playing tomorrow are you?” “No,” “Can I borrow your racket?” “…No.” I was absolutely stunned when she asked. Who does she think she is? Even if one of my friends asked, I won’t necessarily lend my racket to them. What makes her think I’ll give it to her? Hello?! My Yonex costs about $300 more than your cheap $15 Wilson racket. The nerve to ask. If she needs one, why not ask one of her “Asian friends”? Honestly, I was about to slap her squarely on the face :arrggh: WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS?! Aarrrrrggghhhhhhh! That really ticks me off. Anyways, that’s the story of the day :yes: 3 Comments | »Leave a ReplyIf you are leaving a reply, please include a URL (If applicable) in the Email/URL field so that I may return the favor. On the other hand, if you're just browsing around, please visit these awesome commenter!If you'd like to link-exchange, or affiliate with Deep Forest, please comment on this post, and request it. I will add your link when you add mine. |
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Take a deep breath and forget about Layla and N. Maybe they’re not as bad as you think, but if I were you, I’d say the same thing as you did :wee:
But insisting on not going to the game is good, if it’s for school. I mean, school is more important than badminton, eh?
You’re going to Singapore? Hehe.. you’ll find BIG shopping malls along Orchard Rd. Yes, a whole road filled with shopping malls so you can shop ’til you drop :heart:
Yay! I got to start off this entry. I’m extremely excited about Halifax. (By the way, I remember what I feel like remembering.)
Careers = lame.
I have to do the lame mind maps tonight for Civics. I’m going to die.
I wanted to play football! I think I got ditched…=S
Badminton…heh.
N….AHAHAHA. She’s out of her mind. People choose rackets based on personal preference. I don’t randomly go and pick up somebody’s tennis racket and play awesome…I absolutely despise light rackets anyways.
I hate wannabes.
Peace.
Yeah. Some people are like that =/ Prettu sad actually. This summer is going to be a blast. Thanks again Sandra =D