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Tuesday, October 26, 2004 dance rocks .But you knew that already , didn't you ? And it's not because it helps you lose weight . (It doesn't . I felt neither liquidified fat globules oozing out of my skin or sloshing around inside , waiting to be excreted . I think it makes you heavier , actually. ) It is also not the allure of having abs or a perfectly toned bod that causes dance to be endowed with the status of 'rocking' . Neither is it the nice , coldishly yummy air con , or the shiny parquet floor , which incidentally has a lot of disowned hairs . [Digression: the excessive rate of hair coverage per square metre can only mean one thingamajig - dancing causes fatal hair loss] It is also not the mirrors , where I can see pretty me . nonono . It is the pain . The absolutely high percentage of lactic acid concentration . NO LAHHH . Kidding . Btw it hurts like my muscles have been hooked on like a piece of meat , and then tugged brutally across 26482618134758362118596 km of becca's tongue . Wait , wait , let me explain before you think I'm a psycho .. See , becca's tongue is extremely sharp . Ow . Poor me . My bum writhes in agony when my rump comes into contact with anything , say , a jellyfish . By the way , did you know the box jellyfish are the most venomous living thingamajigs ? They have four eyes and shoot poisonous harpoon stuff . oh yea . So my muscles feel like they've been slathered in box jellyfish jam ! okay , are you dead with suspense yet ? Just why does dance rock ? I shall now tell you . It just does ! (Actually , I wanted to write some super-nice reason which-I-don't-know , so i figured I'd think while writing the striked off reasons ... And since I took so long to think , they've all been striked off .) Maybe I'll tell you at the end of the post if I remember . (: My exam results are back . back back back ack ack ack . How mortifyingly horrendous . English : Oh woe . Scored badly for compre , with a just-pass (25/50) Luckily , rescued by my compositions (: And thankfully , mrs Tay gave me high marks for the ms shen complained about . "Laura , I see all the big words again . After the the exams , we're going to go thru sentence structure ." - Ms Shen Poor me . Math : 74 and 67 for E and A respectively . Made a stupid wager that I'd fail Amath . Now I have to treat becca ! Biology : Okay marks ; 67 again . Chemistry : Pretty pathetic marks ; 61 ! How completely eww . Social Studies : Oh Happy me . With Mr A. standing behind me during the exam , shaking his head and clucking , I thought I might just pass . But oh HAPPY ME . My highest mark for humans this year - 36/50 . 72% ! +Beams . Geography : Pretty okay - 30.5/50 My two failures : chinese and physics . I got the same marks for both of 'em . Oh well . I improved from mid year ! My L1R5 this time (counting english as A) is a grand total of 15 , which is the average score for a St margtion , according to the new tier system . So , it appears that I'm an average , typical Marg girl . erf . Wonder what school i can get into ? Went out with faithie and becca yesterday ! And we took the bus . It was so bursting full that I had to stand on the steps where the entrance was . As I stood , I was quite certain that the door was going to attack me and smoosh me into oblivion right there on the steps , because I was in its line of fire . As it turns out , my squeal was unfounded as I did not get squished by the doors as apparently , I was not in its line of fire . Lucky me . But faithie , who was seemingly not in the line of fire , got whacked in the backbone when the door swung open , because she was actually in the line of fire. What a naughty , conniving door ! We got off and went to eat .. Shared a meal with faithells . Decided to go to Zara to lookie lookie , and successfully dragged becca along (: Browsing in the men's section gave us an idea : Since faithells and I and a lot of people think that becca would be extremely chunky hunky if she were a guy , we made yet another bet with her - Faithells and I get to dress her up in guys clothes - complete with haircut (maybe), Huge men's Zara shirt , low slung jeans etc . Then , she has to parade down orchard the ENTIRE day . What's the catch ? If girls ask her our or for her number , or double take or stare blatently ... Faithells and I get a treat from hamsum (aka becca) If she doesn't .. then it proves she's actually ugly and maybe would look better as a girl and thus repeat the same experiment except clad in a pink frilly cleavage boasting sleeveless dress with perfect pink stillettos and a perfect pink handbag with a chihuahua in it . (wait , im thinking legally blonde . And actually , paris hilton too .) Oh how fun . Let me recount an amusing conversation : Laura : Yeah , actually that guy's shirt we saw in Zara would really nice on you . Becca : The one that says 'there's no smoke without a fire' ? Laura : yaa. Becca : Buy for me laa . (Interruption : I know you all think this is the amusing part , but wait. ) Laura : No ! Actually that top would like nice with a miniskirt . you should wear it with one ! Becca : Wear a guy's top with a miniskirt ? I'd just look like a transvestite ! oh my WORD . How hideously amusing . I am alone now. Not just ALONE alone , but really ISOLATED alone alone. why ? family's in honky kongy . Without me . I am planning to do fun things , like pretending the apartment is all mine . MINE . And sleeping in a king-sized bed with fluffy white sheets alone and having a huge teevee to myself alone and going to school alone and having some pretense of freedom . Oh joy , yet heart - wrenching sadness . I want my mummy . And sorry , I haven't figured out why dance rocks yet . LOVE lov LUB luv, aura . (i did not forget the 'L') Ps. i need a new layout . Maybe I shall learn because I can't find any . ):
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