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Worry Warrior
Friday, May 23, 2008 at 3:33 PM
I couldn't sleep well last night, cos I was worrying about the choir position. But it didn't turn out that bad. I mean, standing in the first row is okay. Tsk, if there is something I can't stand about myself is being such a worry warrior. Everyday just worryworryworry. Must be the genes.

Elvis Presley's songs makes me want to get up & dance. Seriously. The beat, the voice, the music. It's all great. No wonder he is known as the King of Rock & Roll.

Had Parent-Teacher meeting today. My brother insisted on coming. Then his phone rang damn loudly & the DM was there. She was staring at him & he became damn scared. Serve him right. :P Told him not to go but he still insisted on going. I think he want to go only to play his DS.

My neck became pain & tired from nodding at whatever VaTa was saying. She kept talking about peer pressure & cliques. Then ask me if I badmouth her at home or not. When I shook my head, she said, "Sure or not??" I felt like saying:"No, not sure not sure." But instead I just smiled though I felt like leaving the room. So boring.

Then later, we went to Parkway & ate Sakae Sushi at 11+pm. I was so full but I still managed to eat quite alot. It's sushi, how can you resist the temptation of not eating? Then went to Border's & flipped some magazines. I wanted to buy some, but decided against it. I realised 3/4 of Vogue & Teen Vogue are advertisements. Not much articles, though Teen Vogue has more.

This is my Henna painting. It looks kinda gross, close-up. In case you're wondering, Aijing sent me the pic through e-mail after taking it.
























I'm going to swim tonight. When it's all dark & you can only see the stars. It's gonna be nice. I need some peace & quiet.