3 things essential in life, apperantly of which I lack of.
Today marks 1/2 of the year already.
No more bad luck, please.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
On cloud 9
Fariz and I have been hanging out at the Botanic Gardens, watching the sky as the clouds go by, talking non-stop about stuff, cloud-watching, bubble-blowing, junk food eating, basically just enjoying each other's company. Its called distressing with nature and the loved one- I like.
I went shopping with my mom the other day, after the big boss gave the green light to spend his money. My mom waste no time, took me out of my study mode and we got ourselves ready for a shopping spree as soon as possible. She still can't park the car for nuts, though, and despite attempting to be her second pair of eyes, i got clumsy and my head got bumped agaisnt the car window with the intention of sticking my head out the window to help her look for the parking lot lines.
We went beserk for shoes and bags, there's like heels and designer bags everywhere. My mom and I tried on every single heel we could set our eyes on. I love everything about Guess, its young and colourful and funky. Sadly, my mom has retired from the brand and moved on to a more auntie-ish brand, like Bonia. There was this time where my mom just grabbed a 500 dollar bag, and the sales assitant came up and asked if she wants to purchase it; and my mom replied 'Wait, I have to ask my husband first,' while giving the bag back to the sales assistant and then running of. I think I have just learnt from the best.
If everyday could be all shopping and cloud-gazing, I'll be on a bed of roses. I hate to burst my own bubble but I have to - mid-year exams just had to start tomorrow when school re-opens.
I went shopping with my mom the other day, after the big boss gave the green light to spend his money. My mom waste no time, took me out of my study mode and we got ourselves ready for a shopping spree as soon as possible. She still can't park the car for nuts, though, and despite attempting to be her second pair of eyes, i got clumsy and my head got bumped agaisnt the car window with the intention of sticking my head out the window to help her look for the parking lot lines.
We went beserk for shoes and bags, there's like heels and designer bags everywhere. My mom and I tried on every single heel we could set our eyes on. I love everything about Guess, its young and colourful and funky. Sadly, my mom has retired from the brand and moved on to a more auntie-ish brand, like Bonia. There was this time where my mom just grabbed a 500 dollar bag, and the sales assitant came up and asked if she wants to purchase it; and my mom replied 'Wait, I have to ask my husband first,' while giving the bag back to the sales assistant and then running of. I think I have just learnt from the best.
If everyday could be all shopping and cloud-gazing, I'll be on a bed of roses. I hate to burst my own bubble but I have to - mid-year exams just had to start tomorrow when school re-opens.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Are we watching the right movie?
In a failed attempt of searching for the appropriate Geofile for human geog essay(s), I shall just complain it here. Okay, I'm done complaining, I've already thrown the book far far away from me.
I had a movie and shopping date with Rachel yesterday, we had a lot of catching up to do. A date with a girlfriend is always lotsa fun, especially the shopping part 'cause I bought practically an outfit. We had soooo much to talk about, her starting school at some private diploma course which would lead her to a shorter and successful education route, and the best part is, she's loving what she's doing now. It makes me wonder, why didn't I quite school and join Rachel?
So we went to catch Narnia as well. We came in 5 minutes late 'cause we talked too much over lunch and kinda lost track of time. The funny thing is, we sat at the wrong seats and Rachel insist that we were at the wrong theatre 'cause she distinctively remembered from reading the book that the beginning was totally different. We were about to get up and made a fool of ourselves, until the one of the characters pop out.
Met baby afterwards for dinner and more shopping. He bought me a pair of flats, which I'm overly contented with.
I feel like I haven't studied a single thing, but by right I'm doing it bit by bit almost everyday, cooping myself up in my room. I think I'm a bit paranoid.
Happy 6th Monthsary Love,
1/2 the year down, forever to go ♥
I had a movie and shopping date with Rachel yesterday, we had a lot of catching up to do. A date with a girlfriend is always lotsa fun, especially the shopping part 'cause I bought practically an outfit. We had soooo much to talk about, her starting school at some private diploma course which would lead her to a shorter and successful education route, and the best part is, she's loving what she's doing now. It makes me wonder, why didn't I quite school and join Rachel?
So we went to catch Narnia as well. We came in 5 minutes late 'cause we talked too much over lunch and kinda lost track of time. The funny thing is, we sat at the wrong seats and Rachel insist that we were at the wrong theatre 'cause she distinctively remembered from reading the book that the beginning was totally different. We were about to get up and made a fool of ourselves, until the one of the characters pop out.
Met baby afterwards for dinner and more shopping. He bought me a pair of flats, which I'm overly contented with.
I feel like I haven't studied a single thing, but by right I'm doing it bit by bit almost everyday, cooping myself up in my room. I think I'm a bit paranoid.
Happy 6th Monthsary Love,
1/2 the year down, forever to go ♥
Monday, June 9, 2008
Homeboy
After 3473275489 hours of staying at home, resting and revising not very religiously as I should, I finally decided to step out of the house, not in school uniform. Home's quieter than usual, despite the new craze and annoying screams of my baby brother's frustration over the PS2 and Counterstrike, other than that, my maid and sister are in Indonesia, my dad's working, my maternal grandmother's doing chores, my mom have been babysitting, my uncle still has school, and my brother's still hibernating in his room.
So the new craze in my house is the newly bought PS2, with the steering wheel controller. My parents wanted to buy PS3 but since they thought that it was only used by my baby brother, they didn't. In the end, everyone at home's addicted to it, taking shifts on who gets the steering wheel controller, and we have like 3 diferent versions of Need for Speed and some other shooting games. I realize that I'm a bad driver, I have sense of direction, and I even pressed on the accelerator wrongly that I can't even move. There's a technique to it k.
Only my mom and me send my sis and maid off, and the funny thing is, after dropping off my sis and maid at the terminal, my mom and I got lost after we parked our car. We went to some exit which was supposedly for staff only and we had to walked all the way from Terminal 2 to Terminal 1, at some ulu place 'cause we have no idea how to get out. I had lunch with my mom afterwords, it's been a long time since I did so, 'cause I used to have mini shopping trips where it's just me and her. My mom talked about my cousins graduating from uni, going to work etc, and I could feel her anticipation for me to go through all that to. I'm her eldest daughter after all and she probably can't wait to relive what she went through or did not through me.
My mom forgot where she parked her car, and she was so not confident of driving at the highway (thank god I came along), she nearly went the wrong way which could lead us to some ulu place, and she was driving so slow that a lot of drivers honked at us. We then picked up my dad, so while waiting my mom decided to practice her parking skills, 'cause it really sucked as she always parked the car super senget. She spotted lot no. 48, in the end she ended parking in the middle of 47 and 48, so it was a failed attempt. Since my mom's short,shorter than me, her carseat is pulled all the way to the front and she needs to seat on a cushion or else she won't be able to see. I love to mock at my mom when she's driving, 'cause she will scream for no reason whenever a car overtakes and she's so afraid to go beyond 60 km/h. Ironically, I think I'm gonna be exactly like her when I start driving.
So the new craze in my house is the newly bought PS2, with the steering wheel controller. My parents wanted to buy PS3 but since they thought that it was only used by my baby brother, they didn't. In the end, everyone at home's addicted to it, taking shifts on who gets the steering wheel controller, and we have like 3 diferent versions of Need for Speed and some other shooting games. I realize that I'm a bad driver, I have sense of direction, and I even pressed on the accelerator wrongly that I can't even move. There's a technique to it k.
Only my mom and me send my sis and maid off, and the funny thing is, after dropping off my sis and maid at the terminal, my mom and I got lost after we parked our car. We went to some exit which was supposedly for staff only and we had to walked all the way from Terminal 2 to Terminal 1, at some ulu place 'cause we have no idea how to get out. I had lunch with my mom afterwords, it's been a long time since I did so, 'cause I used to have mini shopping trips where it's just me and her. My mom talked about my cousins graduating from uni, going to work etc, and I could feel her anticipation for me to go through all that to. I'm her eldest daughter after all and she probably can't wait to relive what she went through or did not through me.
My mom forgot where she parked her car, and she was so not confident of driving at the highway (thank god I came along), she nearly went the wrong way which could lead us to some ulu place, and she was driving so slow that a lot of drivers honked at us. We then picked up my dad, so while waiting my mom decided to practice her parking skills, 'cause it really sucked as she always parked the car super senget. She spotted lot no. 48, in the end she ended parking in the middle of 47 and 48, so it was a failed attempt. Since my mom's short,shorter than me, her carseat is pulled all the way to the front and she needs to seat on a cushion or else she won't be able to see. I love to mock at my mom when she's driving, 'cause she will scream for no reason whenever a car overtakes and she's so afraid to go beyond 60 km/h. Ironically, I think I'm gonna be exactly like her when I start driving.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Scope
I think I don't have one.
I don't even know what's bothering me all this time.
*
I accompanied my mother to bring my sick baby brother to the doctor's over at Marine Terrace. Although I shift all over, the only place that I could walk around blind-folded is Marine Parade (and the place is not a west-side wannabe, Fariz). Not many of my new friends knew this, but despite the many big houses I stayed in, my second home was a 5-room HDB flat over Marine Terrace, around the vicinity are my primary school and secondary school, my grandmother's place, all my closest friends live around the area, and the old favourite hang-out place, Parkway Parade.
As I stepped into the familiar place, the feeling of nostalgia just naturally comes in. My mom parked her car at the carpark opposite KC, at the block where Rosanne, my favourite bimbotic shopping buddy, stay. Rosanne was KC's Latecoming Queen during my time, ironically she lives 500m opposite the school. Something very familiar to what's happening now, her mom would constantly call me to check up on her, just because I'm the more responsible one out of the two. Rosanne was my primary 6 best friend, and the both of us 'renewed' our friendship when we were sec 4. I miss that bimbotic shopping buddy of mine.
Adjacent to KC there's a private apartment where Vanessa stays. I remember going over her house back in the day for projects and stuffs, her maid is super friendly and her younger sister simply adores me ( I have no idea why), 'cause she claims that I'm 'sexier' than Vanessa. I love going boy-crazy with her, 'cause she's the ultimate boy-crazy girl you've ever met. I love Vanessa to bits, and I know she's the only one that won't allow any boy to steal me away from her.
Adjacent to St Pat's locates Rachel's forever-upgrading bungalow with a pool! The girls and I love hanging out at her place 'cause not only is there a pool that we could just dip in anytime, she also has an enetertainment room , something like a KTV lounge, and all those gizmos. Vanessa, Deepana and I seem to be part of her family already, after all these years. And it's super hilarious to watch Vanessa either hunt or oogle over Rachel's twin brother 'cause she has a huge crush on him, the only guy her age that she has a crush on. I wonder what she sees in him, 'cause all I see in Rex is Rachel.
I can't wait to hang out with my girls again, soon. We had so many dreams together, go backpacking in USA when we're 21, sign up for the Amazing Race, be each other's bridesmaids when we get married, laugh at each other's big tummy when we get pregnant, make all our kids each other's playmates and beyond, overall have this lasting friendship as long as we live. I love my girls dearly, not forgetting my baby, and they love me too (:
I don't even know what's bothering me all this time.
*
I accompanied my mother to bring my sick baby brother to the doctor's over at Marine Terrace. Although I shift all over, the only place that I could walk around blind-folded is Marine Parade (and the place is not a west-side wannabe, Fariz). Not many of my new friends knew this, but despite the many big houses I stayed in, my second home was a 5-room HDB flat over Marine Terrace, around the vicinity are my primary school and secondary school, my grandmother's place, all my closest friends live around the area, and the old favourite hang-out place, Parkway Parade.
As I stepped into the familiar place, the feeling of nostalgia just naturally comes in. My mom parked her car at the carpark opposite KC, at the block where Rosanne, my favourite bimbotic shopping buddy, stay. Rosanne was KC's Latecoming Queen during my time, ironically she lives 500m opposite the school. Something very familiar to what's happening now, her mom would constantly call me to check up on her, just because I'm the more responsible one out of the two. Rosanne was my primary 6 best friend, and the both of us 'renewed' our friendship when we were sec 4. I miss that bimbotic shopping buddy of mine.
Adjacent to KC there's a private apartment where Vanessa stays. I remember going over her house back in the day for projects and stuffs, her maid is super friendly and her younger sister simply adores me ( I have no idea why), 'cause she claims that I'm 'sexier' than Vanessa. I love going boy-crazy with her, 'cause she's the ultimate boy-crazy girl you've ever met. I love Vanessa to bits, and I know she's the only one that won't allow any boy to steal me away from her.
Adjacent to St Pat's locates Rachel's forever-upgrading bungalow with a pool! The girls and I love hanging out at her place 'cause not only is there a pool that we could just dip in anytime, she also has an enetertainment room , something like a KTV lounge, and all those gizmos. Vanessa, Deepana and I seem to be part of her family already, after all these years. And it's super hilarious to watch Vanessa either hunt or oogle over Rachel's twin brother 'cause she has a huge crush on him, the only guy her age that she has a crush on. I wonder what she sees in him, 'cause all I see in Rex is Rachel.
I can't wait to hang out with my girls again, soon. We had so many dreams together, go backpacking in USA when we're 21, sign up for the Amazing Race, be each other's bridesmaids when we get married, laugh at each other's big tummy when we get pregnant, make all our kids each other's playmates and beyond, overall have this lasting friendship as long as we live. I love my girls dearly, not forgetting my baby, and they love me too (:
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
I wish I was a kid again
I kept asking Khalid, my 4 year old brother, "So what are you gonna do next?", "I dunno," he replied. All Khalid has to worry about is to find what to do or play next. For me its a whole new different story, I have to worry about the upcoming mid-year exams, my future, and all those other shit that goes along with it.
Maturity goes along with growing up, fragmanted imaginations and ridiculous frets on the littlest thicngs come with maturity; how I wish I was a child again - innocent, naive, fearless. Right now I'm fretting over my stupid drawer which got stuck. My graphic calculator is in it, which I can't do math without it, and it worries me 'cause my grades have been deteriorating and I need an ultimate comeback - somehow.
I so wanna scream right now.
Maturity goes along with growing up, fragmanted imaginations and ridiculous frets on the littlest thicngs come with maturity; how I wish I was a child again - innocent, naive, fearless. Right now I'm fretting over my stupid drawer which got stuck. My graphic calculator is in it, which I can't do math without it, and it worries me 'cause my grades have been deteriorating and I need an ultimate comeback - somehow.
I so wanna scream right now.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Taming the young diplomats
So I assume everyone's been busy mugging for MYE (I've been living in a hole lately, or a foreign land called NTU), and with Pre-U Sem done, I should more or less start mugging too. Yea, I think I should.
Pre-U Sem was an experieance, not to wild about it though, 'cause it was very diplomatic (it should be diplomatic) but I like the idea of youths getting involve with issues regarding Singapore of today. The organizers kept emphasizing the prestige of the Pre-U seminar, us participants being the cream of the crop, future leaders blah blah blah. In my opinion, the seminar is more of the battle of the junior colleges - or more precise the elite schools - on who could come up with the most, longest, complicated, controversial questions, either to show off how smart they are or just to shoot the other school down during the parallel presentations.
My seminar group was ok, a mixture of Year Ones and Year Twos, Poly student and even an IP student, but it was very cliquey 'cause some of the girls from the higher end are obviously after this only supposedly hot judo guy from an elite school. We had a lot of eccentric characters, heck I think most of the participants are uniquely weird, such characters you will never find in MI. My only solace were those nights with Team Millennia at Darwina's room, since she was sleeping alone, we laughed till we rolled on the floor, and made so much noise till the security guard had to chase all 10-15 of us out of her room, and afterwards we still could escape from lights out by having a night escapade around NTU campus.
You could tell the different bond each school has, some of my friends from my SG( seminar group) do not even know their other schoolmates who are also taking part in Pre-U sem. And the girls (technically everyone) in JCs are naturally bitchier and more competitive, compared to the friends I made in MI, which was kind of a rude wake up call for me to push myself to work harder.
I was down with fever on the 3rd day and had to be sent back home early. I was kinda relief 'cause I really needed the rest anyway. Ive been falling ill quite often lately, like just before I went for Pre- U sem I was sick with slight fever too.
Oh, I also had the most nicest roomie ever, Medalene from JJC. She's in Year 2 too and somehow she's a big fan of MI. We instantly click, bitched about our groupmates every single night, went everywhere together and she even helped me iron my white blouse. I'm going miss her loads.
Oh another thing, the people who went for Pre-U sem are also going for SMUN.
I can't wait for dance practices (:
and my ice-cream date with baby (((:
Pre-U Sem was an experieance, not to wild about it though, 'cause it was very diplomatic (it should be diplomatic) but I like the idea of youths getting involve with issues regarding Singapore of today. The organizers kept emphasizing the prestige of the Pre-U seminar, us participants being the cream of the crop, future leaders blah blah blah. In my opinion, the seminar is more of the battle of the junior colleges - or more precise the elite schools - on who could come up with the most, longest, complicated, controversial questions, either to show off how smart they are or just to shoot the other school down during the parallel presentations.
My seminar group was ok, a mixture of Year Ones and Year Twos, Poly student and even an IP student, but it was very cliquey 'cause some of the girls from the higher end are obviously after this only supposedly hot judo guy from an elite school. We had a lot of eccentric characters, heck I think most of the participants are uniquely weird, such characters you will never find in MI. My only solace were those nights with Team Millennia at Darwina's room, since she was sleeping alone, we laughed till we rolled on the floor, and made so much noise till the security guard had to chase all 10-15 of us out of her room, and afterwards we still could escape from lights out by having a night escapade around NTU campus.
You could tell the different bond each school has, some of my friends from my SG( seminar group) do not even know their other schoolmates who are also taking part in Pre-U sem. And the girls (technically everyone) in JCs are naturally bitchier and more competitive, compared to the friends I made in MI, which was kind of a rude wake up call for me to push myself to work harder.
I was down with fever on the 3rd day and had to be sent back home early. I was kinda relief 'cause I really needed the rest anyway. Ive been falling ill quite often lately, like just before I went for Pre- U sem I was sick with slight fever too.
Oh, I also had the most nicest roomie ever, Medalene from JJC. She's in Year 2 too and somehow she's a big fan of MI. We instantly click, bitched about our groupmates every single night, went everywhere together and she even helped me iron my white blouse. I'm going miss her loads.
Oh another thing, the people who went for Pre-U sem are also going for SMUN.
I can't wait for dance practices (:
and my ice-cream date with baby (((:
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