fractured: feeling so fly likka cheebye

Last day of my week-long September holidays and I am pretty much screwed for tomorrow. I haven't been studying much. I made a pathetic attempt at it yesterday when I took my chem and bio notes to the national library, but it was pretty unproductive. My mind is consumed with too many school-unrelated things. My mother is back from the hospital. Doesn't feel like a relief though. You know, I realise I haven't gone to school for two whole weeks.

Haha I sound so bored. And I guess I am. I really hate my life right now. Still, the past two weeks have had some really nice days.

Last Thursday Soufi and I went on a trip round town. We met at Bugis and Soufi had her lunch at this ghetto little shop called Tong Seng. Then we walked to Wilkie Edge and sat at Starbucks trying to study. Gave up, got ourselves some frozen yogurt and walked to Dhoby Ghaut. The sun was beginning to set then, but we decided to get to the national museum by walking up along fort canning just cause we remembered that there was an escalator that came down from there to the museum. There's this creepy little... stairwell? (it feels a lot like walking up a well at least) that leads up to fort canning but it's incredibly pretty. Just a little unnerving with the light slowly fading. We ended up walking through the park, getting asked for directions by a lone traveler, and finally going down to sit in front of the national museum. Got high and giddy in front of the banyan tree and I ended up curled up on the ground and gagging in cat tail bushes. Then we took a short walk to TCC at SMU across the road and got the whole cafe to ourselves cause they were closing up. The guy working there was really nice and we got ourselves some Magic Garden Tea to soothe our light heads. Then we walked barefoot, past the art museum where they were having this light installation thing which made the building look extremely creepy. On the other side of the museum they projected a storm cloud onto a wall, rotating and pulsing with lightning and everything felt so fucking surreal in our highs. Soufi needed a toilet and we walked around some more until we got to some hotel. Then we walked back to Dhoby Ghaut and sat on steps eating a 7-11 sandwich. Miss my hippie girl. We should go on more adventures like this.

Saturday evening was spent with my little banana Nadhirah. We went to watch the film screening of 1960's 13 Ghosts at the national museum. We spent so much money on food that day and ended up not finishing everything we bought. Best fries forever, couscous salads and garrett's popcorn... $$$$$$$$$ down the drain hahaha. We sat on my pretty blanket on the soft carpet grass lawn in front of the museum and dutifully held the Illusion-O to our eyes every time the screen told us to use the viewer. The movie was pretty corny, I suppose, as old movies go. Nadhirah got all nervous about being scared for nothing lah hahaha.

Now I shall leave you with stupid webcam photos of myself because I am a stupid fucking idiot for not studying for my prelims!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And for losing my prelim schedule and having to scroll through twitter to find out what papers I have tomorrow because I hate myself too much to simply ask someone!!!!!!!!!!!! OK rant over shall skim through notes and fall asleep five minutes into it.