Who you gonna call?

Bane of my existence, this Economics. :(

ONE MORE PAPER TO GO BEFORE SWEET SWEET LIBERATION!

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Joy’s favourite phrase today was:

“PRAISE THE LORD! HALLELUJAH! THANK YOU JESUS!”
While raising her hands up in the air and closing her eyes with strong conviction. (I asked her if she learnt this in Sunday School and she said no. My sister thinks she was just born religious.)

Two seconds later she’ll go, in her loudest voice,
“WHO YOU GONNA CALL? GHOST BASTARDS!!”

Sighs, children nowadays.

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“I’m going to miss you when you grow up,” I said to Joy in the car today on our way home.

She looked at me and said, “Oh. Yah, me too. Go where?” Eyes huge and sparkling, the sun setting in the background.

“I said grow up you dummy!” I laughed, reaching over to give her a playful shove, silently wishing that the moment’ll never end.

“Okay, I don’t grow up. But how?” She replied, genuinely wanting to know how not to grow up.

Well, I don’t know too my darling. I guess we’ll all have to grow up then.

Heaven’s missing an angel.

It has been a great day.

For one, the Sister’s back home. Speaks for itself. I’ve missed her so.

Secondly, I think heaven’s missing an Angel tonight cuz she came over to my house to cook dinner for me. :) My darling Fernie what will I do without you?

Seriously I was already contemplating between toasting frozen pizzas or eating instant noodles when the Angel herself called and said she was coming over with food. Well, fine and dandy, instead of yucky instant food I get takeaways. So I was happy and feeling much better after being alone mugging for the entire day.

When she came she had this bag of groceries and I was like, “You’re gonna cook?”

“Yep,” she said.

I swear I have the nicest friends around. :) 

I haven’t had a proper home cooked meal in forever, and here comes a friend who’d cook for you when you’re mugging your ass off.

She washed up too!

I’m really touched.

I heart Fernie!
I really do! :)

Do you read me?

It seems that every-time it draws close to exceptionally important periods of my life (ie project deadlines and exams; okay maybe not THAT important but you get my drift) there’ll be an influx of senseless blog entries. :)

Like this one which serves no purpose at all, except to show that I’m still very much alive and kicking (myself for procrastinating).

Anyway blog traffic has been increasing in the recent weeks and I wonder if it’s because I’m the only person left in the world-wide web (haha, just thought it funny, you know www.) who blogs regularly. It’s quite funny to have like 60 hits a day when I hardly know anybody who reads my musings. Of course, the winner is Fern, who has a zillion hits a day and has thus reduced blogging a whole damn lot. (I miss reading your pang sai stories leh, pang sai!)  

Well, fine and dandy. I just hope I don’t get hate mail anytime soon.

I don’t bitch about anybody, I don’t rant (much), I don’t brood on controversial topics, I don’t type in weird languages LyKk dIsS wOrRx. So don’t send me hate mail okay?  

I’d love to hear from friends though. :) Or you, this random blog surfer who has fortunately (or unfortunately) stumbled upon my space.

Alright, I shall summon the very last of my willpower to do some work before I hit the sack.

Good night humans! :)

ps. Updates about the hair- I totally forgot that I cut it this afternoon, and gave a small yelp of surprise when I saw my own shadow. Goodness! There was a ball on top of my body! Gloria was laughing like a mad cow when she saw my reaction.

pps. Joy has started speaking in little snippets of Chinese, and even reciting Tang poems. She’s awfully bad at it, but a barrel of laughs. :)

New hair!

My classmates had a good time laughing at my new hair today, they even got me a new name-

Tom.

Goodness. Is it THAT bad?

Anyhow,Kiko came up to me and said, “What trauma did you undergo?! You want me to lend you my hair?” Trusting her brown locks in my face.

Ums, thanks but no thanks, I’m fine. :)

It was an awfully long day at school, I’m tired out like shit.

But the perks of a long day was that I got my virgin ride on a bike! :) :) So fun to feel the wind in your face, speeding down the expressway.

And I had dinner with Mr N, although both of us were literally dragging our feet, sagging under the weight of our ridiculously heavy bags. (Screw you conflict resolution and mediation, your books are bloody heavy!)

TV beckons, then more work.

Toodles humans!

Blissful Oblivion.

Maroon 5′s Sunday Morning is ringing in my head.

Nice, peaceful weather alone at home. It’s the kind of day where I could just curl up in bed with a juicy romance novel and read.

And fade into blissful oblivion.

Oh and maybe some food will do me good. :)

Yesterday was a good day, apart from the fact that I was in the exam hall for the whole 3 hours while my friends were in there for barely 1 and a half. Goodness. By the time I left the hall my entire row was only filled with the most 5 other human beings. How pathetic.

And scary.

Anyway, watched Cruel Intentions yesterday. It’s a nice, twisted show. Really, as the name suggests. :) I think Hana would enjoy it.

Okay, it’s off to Biz Comm now, if anybody bothers.

Random musings

Does anybody remember me saying something about money being able to buy almost anything but definitely not cabs? :) I proved my point again.

Yesterday was a good day. School was fine and I met up with my two favourite non-munjen friends and my two favourite munjen friends.

I do speak bits of malayu when I’m with them (ie, Lynn and Hana), and I seriously think it tickles them. Whatever makes you girls happy. Thanks for the lovely afternoon although technically we did nothing. :)

And it makes me happy to be with my two munjen friends. :) Weilyn and Fern are the best people to be with on the eve of a public holiday, squeezing with the crowds, dinner, clubbing. Hearts the both of you.

My post is incoherent, just expressing my love for the 4 girls that make my life bearable sometimes. On cue please: Awwww. :)

Hearts, and have a good day all!

PS. If you’re watching the parade tonight be sure to look out for the second O of the 2006 in the formation! One of the little green men is Rayner!! And oh yes, Weilyn is damn proud of it.

PPS. I got to know, through Weilyn, Charlie, this girl who actually lives in Cambridge! (Weilyn’s something something Uncle’s Niece something) Took her A levels last year, which means that we sat for the same Literature exam paper! How cool is that! And she took the Gothic paper too! DOUBLE COOL! We totally irritated the hell out of Fern and Weilyn last night talking about literature and generally making fun of Science students. :) And discussing the same texts we studied, like Angela Carter. Charlie took theatre, literature and psychology for A levels. Damn, something that I would have loved to do.

Anyway, as I was saying, have a good day! :) 

Murphy’s Law.

“I have to make a mental note to do some research on why the bus would most likely be non-air-conditioned and absolutely crawling when I’m late for school,” I texted Mr N. 

He replied, most amusingly, “They have, it’s called Murphy’s Law.”

It’s agonising to be on a bus going at 2km/hr on a Thursday morning when you’re already late, complete with the fact that you have an assignment to hand up AND the bus is crazily hot in the sweltering morning heat. One word for you, my dear readers. Painful.

But all went fine and dandy anyway. :)

Just wanted to illustrate my point on how everything manages to screw up sometimes.

A couple of phonecalls and texts (I don’t know why I’m using the word text, it seems so un-me) this afternoon managed to screw the entire unit up. I am so fucking afraid of the repercussions.

On a brighter note, I might be getting my own room soon enough.

No more, “CAN YOU SWITCH THE LIGHTS OFF?”
“NO, I CAME INTO THE ROOM FIRST!”
“BUT I’M FURTHER FROM THE SWITCH!”
Silence.
“CAN YOU SWITCH THE LIGHTS OFF PLEASE?”
“NO!”

Of course, you’d have no idea what I’m talking about unless you share a room. :)

Leap of faith.

“…And when they kissed, a sliver of electricity shot down her spine as she trembled; trying to kiss her uncertainties into that tiny parting between his sweet lips.”

I didn’t go to school today, for a couple of reasons. But I rested well, so that’s what matters.

Dinner with Fernie was fun, and oh, we went to wax our eyebrows. Seriously I think I have a perpetual surprised look now. Like, oh! my! how! exciting! 24!/7!, if you put into words. And we had a nice dinner, shopped a little and then had desserts at Cartel, of which I gamely puked out while walking home. What a waste of effort.

I still heart Fernie! Pimples and all.

And on another note,

This is for Ching: HELLO GIRL! :)

Haha. My online high partner. It’s funny how we start talking serious stuff, like how the day went, and always (and I mean ALWAYS) end up extremely high, laughing out loud to our computer screens. :) AND THE YOUTUBE VIDEO OF THE MAMBO GIRL WAS HILARIOUS!!

See, don’t complain that I have a truckfull of locked entries! This one’s for you and your fuped day. :)

Back to today,

I finished reading a book about faith this afternoon. Made me think a little. Hmmm. Remember that blind leap of faith, Hana? And the river? I do, and Siglap Starbucks/Gelare reminds me of you.    

Every Wednesday me and Fern would have the “To Mambo or not?” debate. Sometimes the Sex-on-the-beach/tequila-shot/Baby-give-it-up argument wins, sometimes the logical I-have-school/work-tomorrow argument wins. Today it’s head over heart. :) Can’t say the same for next week though!

Night!! I shall be good and go to bed early.

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Summer Rain

I could get used to this school/play lifestyle, although I wouldn’t mind more cash. :)

Yes, I should start working again. But work/school = no time to play. HAHA. Then again, school/play no work = no money to play.

Okay, rambling rambling. :)

So you just face the music for your actions. The consequences you bear, the broken relationships you create.

So frightening. So damn frightening.