Wednesday, November 07, 2007
I IZ WONDERWOMAN.
i swear man, i really am.
three term papers in one week, plus a french test, plus nursing a cough, ulcer and cramps along with it.
I survived and i dont quite know how haha. i didnt even know what an amazing feat i accomplished until someone asked me, "how did you survive? if it was me i couldnt do it", and i was going to make some snarky reply, but just frowned and thought about it.
sure i slept like 4 hours everyday, while surfing online interspersely and youtubing, but somehow i did it and sunday was hell, the whole weekend was hell in fact, but i pulled through.
I am so proud of myself.
that is, until i got my B back today for lit. all my effort translating paragraphs from books so it wouldn't be considered plagiarising, and all i got for it was an ordinary B. rossetti is laughing at me from above.
and i know some people are hating me right now, but hey what can i say. even for the effort i put in, i do have high expectations okay, hahaha.
oh well, to B or not to B! (lame sia yes i know)
at least the A- from soci mid term tests counters it. i felt happy. (:
went to the balcony on sat with isabelle and justin to watch the man u/arsenal match. we spent the whole time yelling and cursing at the tv but its ok haha, because other ppl were doing the same too.
oh my beautiful boys! my beautiful beautiful united boys. ((((: (its maternalistic yes haha but no i dont wanna have kids. SO PAINFUL)
but i cant help it sometimes. all female soccer fans will inevitably, i think, lapse into moments (esp after goals) where she is overwhelmed with deep fondness and emotion for the grown men in baggy shirts and shorts chasing after a ball on green grass, fighting for their team, fighting for their manager, fighting for their honour and glory, fighting for their club, and subconsicously "my boys" will flash across her mind, just as everything has become hers.
right izzy? (: my boys, my team, my manager, my club, even my pitch and my stadium.
MINE MINE MINE MINE MINE.
i wonder if male fans feel the same way, i do think so! just that instead of my boys, its probably my bros, or smth.
there is something so intricately immature about footballers, the way they rant and the way they celebrate, that despite their mature age, you cannot help but think of them like little boys fighting it out on the field.
oh my united. victory was in our hands and we just let it go. we don't ever do things the easy way, do we.
kiev on thursday!
oh and happy birthday to all those people who had birthdays. haha sorry la too many to wish.
5 o' clock and a fire escape symphony,Spilling out across the road and the square,And the sky's the same as your own, do you think of me?Do the parks, and trees, and the leaves reach you there? -
