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Stop the Seal Slaughter Maya
Fortified with the gift of gibber, eats anything apart from liver. lives with 2 dogs and a stinky brother and a dad and a mother. and a cracked polystyrene man who just crumbles, yeah crumbles and burns. and she likes radiohead, a lot of metal, jazz, celtic music, a lot of people, 'Johnny The Homicidal Maniac' & 'Bear' & 'Skeleton Key' comics and her two shih tzus - Abby (Abigail) and Kusho. I WANT: Nothing

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[and in that little hollow i go to, to keep the strange pain secret, i find you]
Friday, 13 February 2009

Turns out, I'm fine

So.. I have officially been a vegetarian for 6 days now. And I must say, I am very much impressed with my total focus and determination and my apparent total lack of any urge to eat meat. Everytime I see a piece of meat set at the dinner table (roast chicken or mutton pieces etc.) I just think of the animal alive and about the entire process that goes into the cooking of that just for 1 meal and just to fatten me more than I need, considering that I am already quite evidently, plump. I've been stressing over things. Lots of things. But after today I am much less stressed. Even the inevitable fact of me having to make a presentation on 'Intellectual Property Rights in Pharmaceuticals'' (despite my evident lack of the same - intellect) at 9am all the way at Ang Mo Kio at Lycee Francaise (forgive the lack of bothering to put in appropriate accents) and possibly face elimination (God Forbid/Touchwood) after all the hard work with around 8 others, seems to be making me less worked up than it was all week and before I received some fab news today. I discovered I am not **** (Haha this is for me to know and for nobody, save Maggie and Lucy to find out). It is a pity how conspicuous one has to be on his or her own ''diary''. The world these days. Nothing is private anymore, at least not our connotation of it. What I mean is that everything that should by right be private isn't. I'm sure you know what I mean when I say that.

Anyhow, my rhinitis is being a bitch again and my nasal passages are stuffy, if not totally blocked and this is causing me to have no choice but to breathe awkwardly through my mouth, which is making me nervous about making the speech tomorrow. I don't wanna start wheezing and pass out before my 10 minutes is up. After that is fine, I really don't mind.

Well once this MUN Chair Training nightmare is over, I can once again wake up to the harsh reality that I am in IB and that I have a history essay, several CAS Journal sheets to type up, calculus homework, studying and a random Environment-Awareness activity to attend at the Botanical Gardens with CJ students on sunday.

Oh the life of a 17.5-y-o suffering in mean Pre-U studies!

As if University is going to be any less stressful Maya. (This is where I begin talking to myself).

Anyway my class is supposed to go to Phuket from the 13th to the 16th of March for CAS activity organised by The Rotary Club SG and it turns out it is a rough-and-tough thing devoid of comfy hotel beds and proper flushing toilets. And now that I am veg I probably have to eat ready-made tomato soup everyday to make sure I don't get food-poisoning. The annoying part is that there seems to be NO time to shop allocated to us (not that there is much we can buy in Phuket which will be of any use back in the big city we live in). We are doing random village sight-seeing and meeting Tsunami victims after full-day community service teaching at a school. Wow. Seriously. We have got to have the most pathetic CAS coordinator. She is nice and all but seriously is a shitty planner. I am starting to doubt the Rotary Club planned this after all. And WHAT IS WITH opening the trip to the 8th and 9th graders? They are just going to annoy us. And this will prevent everyone in my class from being allowed to go as the limit is 30 people. WOW. SERIOUSLY. AND WE ARE THE ONES IN IB AND THE ONES WHO ARE APPARENTLY SUPPOSED TO HAVE 1 COMPULSORY TRIP OVERSEAS PER YEAR AND WE ARE THE ONES WHO NEED TO CLAIM CAS NOT THEM LITTLE 8TH/9TH GRADE IGCSE-LEARNING SHITS WHO DON'T NEED TO ENSURE THAT THEY GET INTO A GOOD UNIVERSITY FOR THE RIGHT COURSE JUST YET. Okay fine, some 9th Grade girls are nice but STILL. It is supposed to be OUR trip.

Okay I am getting far too side-tracked. I have to finish my presentation and speech!!!

God Bless Me!

xx,

M Pap


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