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! :)

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Friends of proximity.

Suddenly when the page pops up everything I wanted to type in here flew away. WHY THE HELL DOES THAT HAPPEN EVERYTIME? Annoying.

Like when I am on a long bus ride I’d think of a zillion and one things to write about and wish there were a something for me to type type type into. And then when I finally get the opportunity, *poof* they disappear.

I am so bleeding bored (as quoted by Hana) now.

I actually quite miss writing Gothic essays. HAHA. Who am I trying to joke? Three hours of non-stop thinking and writing. And making sure the ideas link and develop. My goodness. Developing essays were always enough to make me mad. :) (Okay, that was a sincerely random thought.)

There’s nobody on MSN to bug even. I have half a mind to nudge everybody on my contact list. Shall not be mean.

Have you heard of friends of proximity? I sincerely believe in that. And it leads me to think, “How many of my friends are of proximity and how many are really there, there?”

Our social circles change so quickly. People whom we think were extremely close, who knew every single detail of our life, up to what we ate for breakfast yesterday, suddenly become so distant. Just because of, well, literally, distance.

It’s inevitable.

So when we find out that there are people who are not there because of distance and are really friends, I think they should be treasured dearly. :)

If you can read this, tell me you love me too!

Because you’ll probably not be a friend of proximity. :)

Happy Birthday Mazlynnah!

It’s an incredibly wet Sunday morning, not at all how it’s supposed to be! Since I wanted to be nice and get some breakfast for the sick Mr N. So I’m just stuck at home, waiting for the rain to stop, although it really doesn’t seem like it’s going to stop anytime soon. Boo. I don’t own an umbrella, or a raincoat.

To my one of my favourite Aliens,
who farts/burps/snorts with me in class,
who is my Mummy
and comforts me when I’m down,
bakes brownies,
shits alot when she eats chocolate but loves them anyway,
has a thing for younger munjen guys,
hates abhores econs,
loathes periods and cramps,
runs like a mad cow,
is a minahlian,
loves pink,
likes the Ah Beng too much,
listens to too much 5566,
and Jay Chou,

MAZLYNNAH,

HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY! :) I love you.

Love, or in love?

“You love me, but you’re not in love with me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Love is what’s left when being in love has gone, okay? It’s when you care about someone and you hope they’re happy, but you’re not under any illusions about them. Maybe that kind of love is not exciting and passionate and all those things that fade with time. All those things that you’re so keen on. But in the end it’s the only kind of love that really matters.”

-Tony Parsons, Man and Boy

Too-apt book for my current situation I say. But I do like that paragraph above. Makes sense, makes too much sense.

So it was Ladies Night last night, and the feeling was oh-so-right. :) Mambo at Zouk with the regular girls can only be summed up in one word – fantastic. Not too much alcohol last night, since we all had work/school today, but the music got us high enough.

Weilyn and Fern never fail to make my day. Cheers girls! (to sex on the beach. haa)

And I heart Mambo, lame actions and all. :)

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