Some growing up.
Some 2 rich 19-year-olds from NP has got a Peugot car each of their own.
A Lexus, anyone?
Whatever it is, a car of my own is certainly nowhere within my means.
My aunt gathers it'll be a good 10 years more to go before I can really get MY OWN CAR.
I shan't count on it, seeing how I haven't even taken my BTT.
So it is, that we're really growing up, when friends are allowed to lay hands on that steering wheel; and you hear (and wish you could see) those childish monkeys from before turning botak.
You grow out of stuffs like Cartoon Network, Little Lulu, and Nutella (it's been a LONG time since I last had that as a spread for breakfast).
This takes the cake:
Cousin : Eh, when was the movie Finding Nemo first screened in theatres?
Me : 2003?
Cousin : Whoa! How come you remember?
Me : Cuz I just do. =)
It's been 4 years since Secondary 3?!
We really aren't
THAT young anymore.
she who cried.
The girl cried on the bus. Her tears flowed so freely I couldn't keep my eyes away from her.
Why did she cry? What could possibly be so hard for her to bear that she could actually cry so openly in public?
BY guesses it's her boyfriend, presumably the guy who sat beside her on the bus. (She thought so because she saw both boarding together.)
My guess was her boyfriend just broke up with her via sms, that is under the assumption that the guy seated beside her was a complete stranger.
shrugs. She'd been looking at her phone while crying.
Either way, it went on for a while I suppose. Tried to avoid looking in her direction because she appeared really upset and I think the least I could do was to try not to stare.
She looked really vulnerable. Hope she's better.
the comb and her
My friend's advanced theory test's on her birthday, haha. Happy 19th birthday!
On the bus heading home, there was a group of guys, who talked across to one another though they were all seated a few seats apart. Caught some content, like plans of going to Geylang on "Valentime" (gosh!) I tried to shut them off, but their BIG (and loud!) plans and continuous mispronounciation of the word "Valentine" was really jarring to the ears.
Then there were the 2 girls sitting opposite us. One practically had a comb stuck to her hands, and somehow, subconsciously maybe, she combs her already-very-neat fringe once every few minutes, while talking to her friend sitting beside her. SJ and I had to suppressed laughing out loud and quickly turned our glances somewhere else so it wouldn't seem to obvious that we were looking. BY claimed that she was fiddling with her comb and had it held near her lips too. ODD.
Back at home, everyone seemed to be talking at the top of their voices. I was mildly irritated, slightly more when they were so loud they made
American Idol seemed like a mime show I was watching, even though I upped the volume a couple of times.
BY dropped me a testi complimenting me for finishing the drink and fries and for talking more than usual. =s
I had a really heavy lunch yesterday.
That's really quite enough for a day.
I thought I blogged this afternoon. Apparently, it's lost. Maybe I forgot to publish it.
-shrugs
It has been a long day today.
We managed an "Ocean's Eleven" for IS mod. And hurrary! The mod's done!!!
After IS, I got myself a sandwich and a milo for lunch, and waited
alone for EAA. Talk about independency... Spending time alone can be nice, albeit boring.
EAA drives me cranky, as usual, not to mention the upcoming test on Wednesday.
Audit was tiring, because lectures at 5pm are soooo not happening.
Back home, dinner was porridge; light and bland. Watched a little tv, and coached bro in math.
He drives me nuts by not paying attention. For the n-th time I've repeated that ONE concept, he still haven't drilled it in. -SCREAMS!-
Ah...do guys like just "DIE" when their gf(s) get warded into hospitals? I don't know what happened, but I don't think it was reason enough for that sulky look the whole time.
And is it really necessary to send/pick up their gf(s) to and fro (ALL THE TIME)?
Oh well. I suppose in this BGR aspect I'm more rationale than ______? Or maybe it's because as someone OUTSIDE this dating game, I can't help but think "But that's so awkward/weird/troublesome!"
-editted~ 1102pmI found my entry. I dated it wrongly. Lol.
Our Ocean's Eleven
IS mod's done! Never really liked it except for the fact that I do get to make more friends.
Haha. Anyway, it was weird that our class didn't do presentations. Not that I'm not happy about it.
He was a pretty nice tutor (cuz slack ma). But, if submissions aren't done on time, he will still come "chase" as for it.
Now that it's over, my groupmate calls our project a case of "Ocean's Eleven". I shan't divulge too much, but we gotta attribute it to sheer luck. =D
So after we were done submitting the necessary documents, we had a bit of time to spend, and people starting talking
dirty. And I learnt that "chiong" means clubbing. -shrugs-
I'm sooo looking forward to the end of semester 4.
Upcoming tests:
Wed- EAA -
darn that ACCPAC.Next Tues- Jap -
hollers for help.
the perfect song
They were at it again.
Should I worry?
But if they don't quarrel at all, is it more cause for concern?
On our way to dinner out, I heard "More Than Words".
It's a lovely song. :D
I'd always felt that it's a perfect song to serenade girls with. Better still if the guy can also play the guitar while he's at it, and not use minus-one.
oohhzzz, if only I'd stumble upon something like that~~
That aside, one of my papers fall on Valentine's. Though yours sincerely is still S&A, I can't help but lament the fact that we'll be mugging Valentine's away.
Ahh, back to reflection journal.
Sth simple; some good company
I'm going back to the good old templates. =)
I guess I miss simplicity. It really makes things so much easier.
May do up the links sometime again, when I'm feeling less lazy.
But, it's bye-bye to the tagboard. So if you'd like to state your views, do so under the comments link =D
On yesterday:
Watched One Last Dance with 'fang, and didn't really understand what was going on. The guy beside me slept, and his girlfriend finally decided to relieve him of the torture by leaving 15min to the end of the show. Haha.
Dinner was curry puff from Old Chang Kee and a bottle of mineral water. It felt good sitting on the steps, chatting with 'fang, people-watching...
When the company's right, you don't have to get all hyped up and all to enjoy time together.
I'll admit that with some others, I feel the need to be all proper and I FEEL PRESSURED. I guess it's all self-imagined. But somehow, that feeling differs with each individual I'm with.
Maybe I tend to pressurize myself~ Is it normal?
Anyway, on my way home last night, I got stuck in the lift for a good 2 min I think. But I think I was pretty brave, or, always has been... (though I was a tat bit shaken, at least I didn't feel tears welling up in my eyes) Haha.
So much for my first time being trapped in the lift.
Exams and tests are fast approaching, and the coming Chinese New Year doesn't seem inviting.
PRAY I'LL GET THROUGH
UNSCATHED.
I just stepped into my bedroom, and spot this yicky lil'
grey thingy racing across my precious moments dolls.
"YIKES! OMGOMGOMGOMG...."
The yelling went on for a good 2-3 min as I stared wide-eyed at IT scurry down the wall. It then disappeared under my mattress. I thought I wouldn't be able to go to bed tonight.
Good thing we caught IT.
Yicky lil' thingy.
Seems I've developed an allergy to something. Rashes are reappearing again. SHITS.
I got my heels. Gramps love it. Lol. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I won't turn into a pancake face should I trip and fall on my face during New Year.
There's no urge to get anything done. I'm
sick sick sick of everything. I'm irritated, lost, and misplaced. I'm fed up with myself.
I suppose all's well. Squibbles between couples, married or not, should be all so common now it shouldn't raise eyebrows should it?
Dad took my phone, and went through my pictures in the Gallery. OHMYGAWD!!! I can't exclaim loud enough. I didn't, cuz we weren't in the comfort of our humble abodes. Good thing I had no pics of guys I drooled over, or any porn that I have stashed away and pray no one sees somewhere in my phone. Hehe...
Watching Day after Tomorrow again set me thinking. So if a disaster of some sort similar to that scale happens, what would become of us? The one thought I had in my head the whole time while watching was that I don't want to die that way. And, in the event it really happens, will Geography help? Haha...
My first VERY-short skirt (in my context) and my cousin's first pair of heels.
OK, maybe we ARE country bumpkins... but not too late to start ya?
Nonetheless, there are some days retail therapy DOES NOT work. This day has got to be one of those.
Some words come out wrong, or just, not exactly what we meant it to be. The one who speaks it does it unintentionally, even unknowingly, and the one at the receiving end takes it otherwise, which is usually, not the good way.
I'm not the one who said or heard it. But the parties involved are closely related, and I'm AFFECTED.
I don't want to know why, I CHOOSE NOT TO, because there's nothing I can do to help.
Since I'm not hearing anything now (or is it because of closed doors and air-conditioned rooms), I guess things should be ironed out already. No news is good news, right?
On another note, I think I'm starting to hate you.
Blogger's lagging. I'm FINALLY here.
The week's been pretty eventful, seeing how small jie turned 19 on Wed. =D
Today on our way back from school, we were all keeping a lookout for floods in MacRitchie. Small jie was disappointed but the small splashes made up for it.
My day was spent in front of the black box again. Ahh~~ it's an EVILLLL invention I tell ya'.
Head hurts. =x I'd better not wake up too early tomorrow.
We've been told that self-select timetabling will be done again for the next semester. That system's really nasty. Don't like it one bit.
What is it that I want in life?
Got back a couple of papers. Results not exactly fantastic, but I guess preparation at the 11th hour can't be any better. =x
Procrastination's a really bad habit. And I'm really guilty of it. >.<
Nonetheless, school today was so-so as usual. I rushed through my jap homework till the wee hours last night. COMPLETE NIGHTMARE. And yes, everytime I step into that classroom, I've to do some "psycho-ing" that I will walk out of the classroom alive and kicking. Well, I managed out unscathed for nearly 4 semesters now, but my brain's bear the brunt of it all. It gets switched off all the time when we're free to leave the classroom. And as I'm typing here right now, I have the urge to just jump right into bed and sleep the night away.
ALAS, there's still the RFA presentation to prepare for tomorrow, and honest to honest, I haven't the slighest idea how to go about it.
So today at Jap, it seemed that my Jap tutor was all out to get me. She'd ask people to answer questions and look at me for the answers. But, she didn't get her way until a while later, cuz she simply called someone else's name while hoping it to be mine. Anyway, it was kind of weird and freaky. While getting people to help out/participate in the events coming up, she'd asked me at least 3 times I think if I could make it. WHAT'S HAPPENING?...
I'm seriously considering whether or not to continue with Advanced A for Jap. It's starting to get more stressful and tough. Wasn't it supposed to be fun and enjoyable, seeing how it isn't one of the required/examinable modules for the course I'm in? But to give up now would be such a waste as well. Guess we'll see how it goes then~
omg.RFA.
watashitotemotaihendesu!
hi!
my first post for 2007.
just started getting use to writing "o6" and woosh! here comes 2007.
2007 started on a not-so-high note. i counted down alone with my fav black box.
past few days' been a bit crazy, and stayed up real late last night to do all that e-learning stuff.
today started weird. not good. but not disastrous either. just saw someone. and felt REALLY REALLY generous. don't get me started. >.< your eyes will roll a gazillion times if i told you what happened.
rotted in class. contributed nothing to my participation marks. and met up with Linn.
Night at the museum was lol funny, but the ticket price was OMG.
last customers at the neoprint shop.
and a full bag home. =) [no. i didn't go on a shopping spree.]
mum: "whoa, you wore shorts out ah?"me: "ya~"mum: "you wear shorts look shorter hor~~"me: "uh..." [cue o_O"]
