Let's make a run tonight.

My daily bumming routine includes reading, as y'all might have known. In other words I visit the library occasionally. I found a new discovery today at Woodlands library; comics! I was passing by a certain shelf whereby I saw a couple of kids crowding around. The books on it looked rather big and colourful. I moved close and tadah, Justice League! Thing is, Bukit Panjang library don't have the luxury of comics. Now there's another reason to visit the library. :)

I'm A Barista!

Monday, April 14 / 21:35

Because I didn't know Spinelli was a cafe, all the while I thought it was a restaurant. Spinelli gave me the impression of a spinning spaghetti. Aside urging me to start watching soccer again, the conversation included a mine battle of the sexes, how I couldn't accept Chris Brown dating Rihanna, Independant Cafe etc. He then asked me a question that didn't cross my mind; back then to be exact. Afterwhich I told myself, it did make a difference. I don't wish to dwell so I gave myself the benefit of the doubt, we both didn't see it coming and perhaps yes, I was having the time of my life(aka syiok sendiri).

And funnily, you knew very well the things I did.

Labels: K-Nite is so funny.

Too Penyet

Sunday, April 13 / 21:46

Well the week past rather fast, most of the time being rather mundane with me just bumming at home with my books, tv and rootbeer. Rootbeer because the father stocked up the fridge with 3 cartons of rootbeer to be exact. And yes, I've altered my sleeping habits tremendously; I'll only fall asleep when the mother's already up. I know, I gotta to do something about because at this rate I'm becoming the ultimate pig!

Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. Eleven Minutes. I finally found this from Paolo Coelho; remembering how I use to complain of havinf a hard time grabbing a hold of this? I must say it's a gripping and daring book; the sacred nature of sex and love is explored and we're invited to confront our own prejudices and demonsand embrace our own 'inner light'.

At the same time, I got The Devil and Miss Prym as well!

I played with my hair yesterday in front of the mirror, like a complete retard actually. I've got contemplations as to whether I should cut these tresses of mine. For once I do wanna perasan princess with long and inviting hair in which boys are dying to run their fingers through. -_- Well some say I look nice with hair, others say short will look better; they say I'm such a mess with long hair. So as I was saying, I played with my hair with the company of a pair of scissors. And tadah! Suddenly I got bangs, bangs in which at one glance I'll look like Twiggy and another glance like an iban(tribemen). Oh my God, I sound like a total vainpod; a whole paragraph dedicated to my hair.

And yesterday, I had my freakout moment. I was being oogled by a drunk old chikopek. It was 12am in the morning and I was on my way home when this old man sat beside me as I was waiting for the LRT. He smelt of alcohol, and of coz that scared me. I could see that he was looking at me from the corner of my eye. Finally the LRT arrive; thank God there was another chinese man in it. I looked over my shoulder, and there it was! A pair of chikopek eyes with eyebrows bobbing up and down. I got reminded of Joshua instantly(sorry sayang). He gave me the goosebumps that I had to dial the first person on my list. Thanks Adam. Anyways, that old man didn't alight with me, so I was safe and sound. I mean I had many instances whereby I'll get stares from foreign workers(in particular the Banglas) but never from on old man, drunk some more.

Not much for now, in the meantime do visit;

I Was Silly Today

Saturday, April 5 / 00:52

Since 2001; distance don't matter.

The first thing Gervais said when he saw me, "Hello Spongebob Squarepants." It got me thinking for a few seconds. That bugger was talking about my yellow boxers. I realised I have quite a number of chikopek boy friends. Gervais once zoomed in a picture to see my cleavage. KNN. And Alvin took a not-so-glam picture of me today during class bbq when I was tearing a chicken wing apart. He said, "No worries, the picture's nice. You're always pretty." I replied with no reluctance, "What you trying to get into my pants is it?" I don't even have to mention how Joshua's like. I think the only saint one is Jason Toh. Anyways, these boys do make my heart flutter at times.

As mentioned earlier, today was class bbq over at East Coast Park. Oh my, the food was way more than we thought it would be. Everybody ended up tapao-ing the fried noodles. I must say, the gathering went pretty well although the planning had a few hiccups. And I especially appreciate those who made the effort to turn up even when they're under the weather; Fizah and Rain. Like most bbqs, the part that I enjoyed the most will be starting the fire itself. It's usually 3 people who will take the centre stage; lighting fire starter, arranging charcoal and fanning the pit itself. And the rest will use their magical eyes to start the fire; a hardcore stare at the pit.

It's so weird that school's really over, I mean seeing them schoolmates again totally gave me a flashback of our previous endless presentations. Though we had our differences, we managed to put that aside and enjoyed this gathering whole-heartedly. Like helping each other especially, because in the real life there are really lazy people out there(read:boys). Shazanah's presence really rocked the house, you know she and her laughter. Every little thing seems funny to her and it's pretty contagious. When she laughed, everyone will follow suit. That sense of humour somehow made the food she bbq-ed taste better. And when goodbyes are bid again and much properly this time around, some almost shed tears. Tears of joy to be exact. I was telling Raggie, "It's not as if she's going NS." BM0532, your class rep will miss you dearly. :)

Don't ever stone/daydream while taking a shower, I squirted my SunSilk shampoo to wash my face.

Labels: Flashback

White Chocolate Mocha

Thursday, April 3 / 23:46

Who is he kidding?

Look Who's Laughing

Wednesday, April 2 / 23:06

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Remark of the day, "Eh you look slimmer!"
Riiight, can't you spot the stubby cheeks.

It takes more than trust to confide in someone issues you're dealing with; those of which you know you don't have the capability of handling it on your own. And trust is not easily gained, and definitely it goes way beyond time. Knowing that does not necessarily mean that that trusted someone should/can know anything and everything. What am I getting at here? There people whom I trust deeply that doesn't know some other real deal in my life.

So what if I'm too emotional for my own sake? So what if I take those little things that should have not mattered to consideration? So what if I get a little too affected by things that do not mean a thing in the first place? I just can't freaking help it. I've been called mild, silly and just too nice and I always convince myself to take in the benefit of the doubt. I keep telling myself to deal with it, but sometimes I just can't. People have pushed me to do what's right, but there's this invinsible force that's telling me not to; that I just want to let it go. But then again, just when I said I want to let it go, it keeps coming back again.

I dare say that naivety gets the better of me, if not my mind wouldn't be where it is now. I wonder occasionally is karma getting back at me? Call me selfish if you want, but it's vey unfair looking at the way things are going now. How did we get so torn like this, please tell me why.

Very Random People

Tuesday, April 1 / 16:31

Today I'm still feeling the post-syndrome of the weekend blast, I just want to sleep sleep sleep. Like any other typical Singaporean, I love anything and everything free. As such, it was MOS on Friday night. So much so for going straight after exams, but we dragged it till the end of the month. The following morning we wanted to head to McDonalds for breakfast and I was craving for tao-hui, unfortunately we were too bumped that we lazed around with Fruitips for company. One thing I'll remember for the night aside some really petty boys, The Killer's Somebody Told Me played at Smoove!

Saturday was bumming in bed, after which I woke up with a splitting headache. Sunday was Lucky Plaza's ayam penyet and Ben Jerry's afterwards with a lots of card games. Monday was cake-cutting(as seen below) followed by dinner whereby I tasted one of the best TomYam and fried beancurd. Happy Birthday to this little one of mine, Nazerah. :)

I must say this coming week looks pretty pack as well, but like Joshua said, "It's better than being a couch potato at home."

On another note, I walked the place that held precious memories a few times. It used to not bother me, not even a bit, but it got me thinking about it for a while just recently. Perhaps sometimes memories are the easiest thing to create but the hardest thing to live by with. Unexpected things happen and sometimes all we can do about it is to keep on walking forward because the past does not create our tomorrows. Well maybe, it does a bit? Yesterday could have been blue but today might have got a little brighter and hence because of that, we can hope for tomorrow to be at its brightest.

Labels: Now what do I do about you?