And what do you think you'd ever say? I won't listen anyway,
You don't know me.
And I'll never be what you want me to be.
Hell-oh.
It's Thursday and I'm leading cell worship tomorrow.
Today I didn't get to see Vanida, "unfortunately".
Hey I promise I won't laugh at your fringe man.
Mmm even if I do, I still love you for who you are, not for your fringe :)
There's gonna be a Math test the next day, something to worry about but also something to honor God with.
Yeaaah, yesterday I was reading Vittorio the Vampire, by Anne Rice.
I was so engrossed in it from PE Theory class until the Dialogue Session after school.
Well, I can't help it, it's such a nice book, except for the part where the human is forced to drink his vampire lover's blood.
Honestly, I love the mystery about vampires and their kind of love.
It's pretty hot, don't you think? :D
So buy me a vampire-based fiction novel for my birthday.
There's a hint for you, reader, because you probably can't afford to buy an Ipod Nano.
There was drama today, and we went through an SYF script.
It's called "The Face is the Place" by Beth Goobie.
I auditioned for Hilary, the former leader of The Faces.
It's kind of like The Plastics, from Mean Girls.
Quite a cool script I must say.
Sadistic, fierce, thought-provoking, real- but hey, I'm a realist so I like it.
I dream too though. About all sorts of things.
Like my very own Glass Elevator that I made up during TLL class yesterday.
Imagine if you were living in the Year 2030; what would your house/environment be like?
And so, (I can't really remember what I wrote in my essay, but here's a little something) here goes:
"I was strumming my guitar strings and humming a soft, low melody while looking out from the Glass Elavator, just built a few metres above the roof of my bungalow. (My bungalow shall face a pristine beach and sit on a hilltop, one of LA's most prestigious residential estates.) The Glass Elevator is a place where I play my guitar, talk to God, watch the stars while lying down and facing the mysterious yet majestic firmament, read the Bible and most importantly, where I obtain my inspiration to write songs as being a songwriter is my profession. Breathtaking views of sunsets and sunrise can be seen and fireworks look better than those aired on television every 4th of July (America's Independence Day/Jia Hui's birthday). Up here, everything is real."
I'm extremely proud of that paragraph.
I love English. And Art. And Literature. And dinnertime. And God.
Gotta go fill this noisy stomach now,
Toodles Noodles :)
