Geelyn motivated me to blog. She's such a motivator (if there is such a word) XD

Seeing as I'm doomed set for a life in JC, it means my holiday's gonna end next month, which reeeeeaaaaaally saddens me ;___; I'm already so used to NOT waking up at 5.30, and sleeping around 1-2am every day. And I probably need to go through Math, Bio and Chem before school starts, because I've forgotten nearly everything about them, I suppose.

That's such a depressing thought that I shan't speak about it. But I also face another dilemma, as I don't have a clue what I'm going to wear for CNY. Why do I sound like a bimbo just now? ._.

Anyway, my ever generous aunt has offered to get me something for passing my O levels. She does this for all her nieces and nephews, as she doesn't have kids of her own. I told her that I'd have to think about it, but right now I'm torn between a new Mp3 player and a ticket to Disney on Ice: Princess Wishes. Yes, I know that most people would egg me on the Mp3, but I LOVE Disney on Ice. I remember the first time I watched it with Liyana's family, and it was enchanting. (: That's the most perfect word there is to describe it.

Oh, and I want to rant. About what? Well, apparently it was too much to hope for that the Trilingual Digest would publish my essay perfectly this time. If you remember, I lamented how last year, they utterly mutilated my essay when they published it. I was so outraged that I tore out my essay from that issue. Well, this time, there was no page-tearing, but there was some dissatisfaction. You're going to think I'm over-reacting once I reveal what was wrong with the published essay, but hey, I'm such a drama queen.

They omitted a sentence from my essay.

There, I said it. And it was a very important sentence, mind you. That sentence was supposed to bring an impact to the reader; it tied the whole story together! O: And the TD team didn't see fit to print out one little sentence, I can't believe this. But well, I should be grateful they even published my essay, which I am. Though I can't help but be miffed, can't I? I treat my stories (well, most of them) like my children, nurtured lovingly from the depths of my imagination to be forever immortalised in paper & ink.

So, if any of you happen to be reading my essay entitled "Dreams" in the Trilingual Digest 2009, there should be a last sentence at the end: Just like that, their dreams went up in smoke.

♥ 11:53 pm