DINISHA
avid dancer
believes in the virtues of meticulous study
aspiring forensic pathologist
an unthought rarity
music aficionado
10 11 89 LUSTS
jack johnson
Rock & Roll and faded blue jeans
And standing on the edge of everything
Seventeen
Tuesday, May 30
a month full of surprises don't rain on me. June's flared. I know i mentioned that it dosen't really feel like June cause of the annoying extra lessons but despite it all, I think I'm going to have quite a fair bit of fun.
Beginning with my pampering I wrote about in the previous entry. So yeah, it's set. Thursday, 12 pm Manicure&Padicure. Along with a hair cut (if I'm up to it) with Shanti. Finally, some quality time. High Lunch after that.
Then plans after that coming up. Like swimming-dates, dinners, siglap starbucks-ing and not forgetting studying of course. no play without study right? so yeah, booked some people already. Sam&AnnHin, Kishen&Dinesh, Karan(my friendly sajc neighbour) and NAD! heeh. My sajc motivation (:
so book me now, i'm high in demand.
Caught fanaa last night. Not bad. Loved the POETRY! omfg. i want the Script of the movie SO BAD. I'm so gonna get the dvd.
School today. Eight to Four-Thirty. Became Nine to Five. That's like a whole day at an office job. Gosh. After that, I was practically drained. So goddamned tired.
10-ed back home and caught abit of Oprah on Brooke's story. Wow. it just amazed me about her feelings toward her baby. the baby she wanted so much she went throguh IVF. and in the end, she felt the baby was tearing her life apart. even thoughts of killing herself and stuff. i mean who thought this kinda stuff would happen to a well-established, debonair movie star?
astonishing.
did some elearn homework to sorta get my momentum going. Kishen'sbeen studying shit! i mean he studied the night of MT Os! i mean, there i was anticipating woohoooness. Gosh.
so yeah, Cannot backslide.
School tomorrow. Social Studies followed by Geog, Lunch then English till 3.30 HMM. busy busy day tomorrow.
Gonna play pool soon. Hope my luck's still intact (:
Sweet child of mine, stop crying your heart out you know you're not worth the pain. Die! Fairytales Die! May you have a blessed time in hell.