So. Today's been the mother of all Days.

First the rain.
Pathetic fallacy, is that the phrase?

Then, after having nothing to eat for break, finding out that I didn't make it through SYF auditions. Puzzled and fretted over it for a while, and then put it down to having forgotten to do a Singlish accent. And accents being my forte, such a pity. But, well, fate and all that bullshit. My god I sound so blase.

And Kwok. Stupid anal shit, and other bitches who confuse me greatly.

And, blogs can give SUCH wrong impressions. I'm not talking about Kitson's docile vs colourful comment, no. I am just as colourful as I seem. I mean the things some people rant about, and people read them and get the wrong idea and the whole world just becomes weird. Especially the way blogs get linked, people end up reading the wrong thing the wrong way so much. And when people read stuff and get pissed off they never even say anything in the real life part of the world. Twice today, that people have complained to me about such grievances.

But highlights of the day: seeing people I never usually see on Mondays. Ooh, new and interesting and attractive facts. Very nice. Also rather nice: Jireh bursting into song in the canteen. Not particularly unusual, but nice all the same.

Purvis lightened up my day a little bit, too, with his Condoleezas and the way he made Kitson blush. Cuteson Kitty Kit-Kat, yeah, that's your name now. Am I still docile? *suggestive eyebrows* Love the way that always makes him hide from me. Docile, indeed.

But then the rain. Still the rain. Always the rain.

Waited in school for two hours, for the rain to stop, then at a moment when it seemed a little less merciless, braved it and ran out to get a cab. Got drenched as the rain picked up the very moment I stepped out of shelter, and began pouring again. But atleast I am home now. To drown in history. -Life- repeats itself. While the two brand new Buffy DVD sets on the shelf taunt me. O

Oh, melancholy.