honestly, the boys are too refined.

You took me by surprise.
this is a new script,
written in your hands,
and i don't know the lines.
Except.

that your plot intertwines us together,
we are lovers swathed in bedsheets,
bathed in sunset colours.
This is our medium.

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Prom prep is not going as planned at all. While everyone has probably put together some wicked-shin-ding to wear on the 13th i have nothing at all! Obviously the numerous shopping trips have not been in the least, successful. Even judy, who is probably the world's number 1 procrastinator when it comes to wardrobe. Saying that i am frenzied is quite an understatement.

So mom decided to 'give me a helping hand' by dragging me around singapore last night. I have to say the highlight of the evening was when i was trying of the 100th latest-fabric-contraption and mom came in and half-shouted: 'Stacy, why do you not have any boobs?! no wonder you can't hold up the dresses'.

Wow thanks mom. you can swallow me whole up now, dear floor.
It doesn't exactly help that mom thinks anything with sequins/glittery doo-daas/humongous jewels/shimmery crap is 'cute'.

And did i mention we managed to get EVERYTHING but prom wear. Tons of groceries, some CHRISTMAS presents, a couple of books[including neil gaiman's novel, the graveyard book!! but i digress.], a couple of new shirts but no dress. Brilliant.

So got home all dejected but then watched Whose Line Is It Anyway and perked righty-up. mom came when some of them started dancing and tutted away. could see immediately she was going into the 'In my old days i was the dancing queen...' rant which i have only hear six billion times. But entertained her anyway and we started talking. for HOURS. which meant a few hilarious conversations.

Me: Mom what was the wildest thing you've ever done?

Mom: Wild? what do you know about wild.

Me: URH. like have you ever... i dunno, run across the streets stark naked or something?

Mom: Why on earth would i do that. I was much more subtle.

Me: well then what?!

Mom: well one time me and the girls [THE GIRLS. wow. apparently they were some dance group called the PEANUT group and mom was the cashew.] got into a little of a fight in some dance club with another bunch of guys, boy scouts from R.I. They challenged us to a drinking/eating competition and sent up one of their toughest guys and the girls sent ME.
Me: Oh my god mom. you didnt.

Mom: I sure did. Five bottles and six full meals later, the guy bolted to the restroom and puked his guts out.

Me: i cannot believe you made a boy scout sick DRINKING. that is crazy.

Mom: you think that's crazy? Did i tell you about the time when i got onto a boat to some island in malaysia with fifteen guys i didnt know....?


I am now pretty afraid of my mother. Also, i am ashamed to admit that i am a bit bothered by the seeming lack of 'wildness' in my life, having a mother who was once dancing queen of the 70s. By far the wildest thing i've done is to um, 'cheat' during a mathematics examination, or eat an entire bag of Lay's BBQ chips at one go. Crikey this scares me.



Doing MCQs all day sure get your head whirling. Everyone's been out, with dad in china as well [dont overdose on the milk dad.] on business, so i've been rolling about the house alone all day, watching Curtis on Takehome Chef and old The Nanny reruns. Five more days! and this is all over.

goodnight all.

P.S. I CANNOT BELIEVE THE WORDS COMING OUT [well, being typed out but irrelevant!!!] OF MY MOUTH, but i am beginning to find chuck bass' character... attractive. BLIMEY. ever since dan became a total coot. But its Ed westwick's british accent off the show that makes people irrevocably attracted to him. the horror the horror.