We should just stop arguing over insignificant issues. It is absurd.
School. School. School.
Tutorial ended a quarter before ten. Apparently, I rushed to school, for nothing?! With a snap of my fingers, I blew ten bucks on cab fare. Hamz got smarter this time, making a wise decision to forfeit a cab ride to school. Dominic Seah is actually a nice man. Quite the opposite of what we thought he was.
Just like last week, I spent my day with my lovely girls, but Mas passed since she was meeting her friend.
I would like to think that everything is back to normal. It seems like it has. I'm crossing my fingers. Apologies, for the previous post. I wasn't in the right state of mind.
You are just the sweetest little thing.
I (L) Thursdays.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Just foob me.
Foob=Fuck
Fuck=Foob
Time to unleash the swearing words. Pardon me.
WHAT A FOOBING BITCH YOU ARE. Are you just foobing dumb? Foobing dimwit. Did you foobing have nothing else better to do than to foobing crack such a foobing joke? You are such a foobing bonehead. The functions of your foobing pea brains are meant to foobing think, but apparently, I am guessing your foobing brains are simply foobing worthless. You foobing blew it, you foobing moron. Foob it! You foobing misplaced his trust for you. Which foobing jackass would joke about such a foobing ridiculous thing? You, of course. Foobing airhead. I foobing swear that if he distrust you, bitch, from this foobing incident onwards, you had better foobing forget about every single foobing thing and retreat yourself into solitude and foobing reflect on your foobing shit. Your foobing verdict will be passed down tomorrow, so you better foobing cross your fingers the whole foobing night, bitch. See what the foob have you gotten your foobing self into? You have foobing gone way too overboard.
(I thought this got a little funny.)
Sincere apologies, really.
Fuck=Foob
Time to unleash the swearing words. Pardon me.
WHAT A FOOBING BITCH YOU ARE. Are you just foobing dumb? Foobing dimwit. Did you foobing have nothing else better to do than to foobing crack such a foobing joke? You are such a foobing bonehead. The functions of your foobing pea brains are meant to foobing think, but apparently, I am guessing your foobing brains are simply foobing worthless. You foobing blew it, you foobing moron. Foob it! You foobing misplaced his trust for you. Which foobing jackass would joke about such a foobing ridiculous thing? You, of course. Foobing airhead. I foobing swear that if he distrust you, bitch, from this foobing incident onwards, you had better foobing forget about every single foobing thing and retreat yourself into solitude and foobing reflect on your foobing shit. Your foobing verdict will be passed down tomorrow, so you better foobing cross your fingers the whole foobing night, bitch. See what the foob have you gotten your foobing self into? You have foobing gone way too overboard.
(I thought this got a little funny.)
Sincere apologies, really.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Slumber party.
On Sunday night, Sally was so thoughtful to pick me up from my house before we set off to Anne's place. It felt rather creepy to wander around my estate at night when it was all dim and quiet. All we heard were our voices and the rustling underneath our shoes.
We dropped our belongings off at Anne's house before heading to the petrol kiosk to grab some snacks. At the same time, we met Ween there and we went back to Anne's crib together.
After much deliberation, we have decided to catch Dawn of the Dead. We were in the TV room by ourselves and we made the couch like our own cradle with pillows piled up by the sides.
It was so thrilling and apparently, all of us were screaming in shock throughout the entire film. Instead of grabbing the edges of our seats, we were gripping our blankets and clutching our pillows. We were like sitting through a visual roller coaster ride.
The next movie we watched us Poseidon. It has been quite some time now since I last saw that film, so everything was pretty much stale in my head. All I knew was that Josh Lucas is hot and charming. Now tell me who can ever resist a man's mesmerising charm.
We chose something lighter for our third, and it is none other than White Chicks.
Classic!
Despite watching it for umpteen times, it will never be a bore or a junk that is strewn out of the rack. Besides, what is a sleepover without a chick flick?
Nearing the very end of the show, I decided to catch a wink. I wasn't particularly sleepy, though. Eyelids weren't shutting yet, but I felt that I could do with some beauty sleep. I sprawled on the floor with a thin slice of soft mat (I would think that it was made of cotton) between me and the polished surface.
It wasn't too long before I was subconscious. I wasn't totally oblivious to the happenings in the room and I was aware that they were catching Twilight as the forth show. While I slept at a quarter before 0600, Anne dozed off halfway through the movie, Sally and Ween fell asleep at around 0800.
We were all awoken by Ween as she had a really bad sinus. Good timing as it was only a matter of time that all of us had to rise. It wasn't too long before Nab arrived and we considered watching Final Destination I. However, we paused after the first killing second to the plane explosion as our delivery was here.
HUNGRY.
HUNGRY.
HUNGRY.
After the scrumptious lunch, we lost the mood to watch any movie. So we lazed around on the couch and chatter away away away.
Some time later, I was getting a little exhausted so I followed suit and slept with Sally. When I woke up, the girls were starting on Hostel. Having nothing else to do, I climbed onto the couch and settled myself beside Anne and Nab. Moments later, Lyn joined us too :D
It was yet another gruesome movie, but I felt that it wasn't good enough. Well, it wasn't that thrilling, and there weren't much killings to begin with. Nevertheless, I loved hearing us scream in synchronisation as though it was a symphony.
The rest of the evening was spent playing cards. When I got home at night, I was delighted as I finally reunite with my my laptop!
I miss the smell of it.
I miss it when I press my fingers gently against each key.
I miss you!
I had a blast.
We dropped our belongings off at Anne's house before heading to the petrol kiosk to grab some snacks. At the same time, we met Ween there and we went back to Anne's crib together.
After much deliberation, we have decided to catch Dawn of the Dead. We were in the TV room by ourselves and we made the couch like our own cradle with pillows piled up by the sides.
It was so thrilling and apparently, all of us were screaming in shock throughout the entire film. Instead of grabbing the edges of our seats, we were gripping our blankets and clutching our pillows. We were like sitting through a visual roller coaster ride.
The next movie we watched us Poseidon. It has been quite some time now since I last saw that film, so everything was pretty much stale in my head. All I knew was that Josh Lucas is hot and charming. Now tell me who can ever resist a man's mesmerising charm.
We chose something lighter for our third, and it is none other than White Chicks.
Classic!
Despite watching it for umpteen times, it will never be a bore or a junk that is strewn out of the rack. Besides, what is a sleepover without a chick flick?
Nearing the very end of the show, I decided to catch a wink. I wasn't particularly sleepy, though. Eyelids weren't shutting yet, but I felt that I could do with some beauty sleep. I sprawled on the floor with a thin slice of soft mat (I would think that it was made of cotton) between me and the polished surface.
It wasn't too long before I was subconscious. I wasn't totally oblivious to the happenings in the room and I was aware that they were catching Twilight as the forth show. While I slept at a quarter before 0600, Anne dozed off halfway through the movie, Sally and Ween fell asleep at around 0800.
We were all awoken by Ween as she had a really bad sinus. Good timing as it was only a matter of time that all of us had to rise. It wasn't too long before Nab arrived and we considered watching Final Destination I. However, we paused after the first killing second to the plane explosion as our delivery was here.
HUNGRY.
HUNGRY.
HUNGRY.
After the scrumptious lunch, we lost the mood to watch any movie. So we lazed around on the couch and chatter away away away.
Some time later, I was getting a little exhausted so I followed suit and slept with Sally. When I woke up, the girls were starting on Hostel. Having nothing else to do, I climbed onto the couch and settled myself beside Anne and Nab. Moments later, Lyn joined us too :D
It was yet another gruesome movie, but I felt that it wasn't good enough. Well, it wasn't that thrilling, and there weren't much killings to begin with. Nevertheless, I loved hearing us scream in synchronisation as though it was a symphony.
The rest of the evening was spent playing cards. When I got home at night, I was delighted as I finally reunite with my my laptop!
I miss the smell of it.
I miss it when I press my fingers gently against each key.
I miss you!
I had a blast.
Blast the day.
Jean, it is time to wipe that grin off your face and get cracking here.
Friday was sweet.
As usual, I lacked the determination to go for my first lecture. I was meeting Anne, so I had to skip my second lecture too. To spell it out for you, I missed both of my lectures on Friday. Just like good old times.
I dragged Anne to venture those pretty pretty shops with pretty pretty clothes with me.
A-G-O-N-Y, when you have insufficient shopping funds.
Need some help here :D
MONEY, ME LIKEY.
We had lunch together too.
We dropped by Fish&Co. and I deposited Anne there since her dad was around.
Next thing next, I went to meet soulmate and we headed to E! Hub for a movie.
Seriously, it has been a long time since we last rushed for anything! It felt like I was on an adventure, in the fashion-police-rejected(FPR) outfit, illegal footwear- flats, and lugging those shopping bags of mine. As you all know, I don't have very long legs too, especially when compared to NABILAH ZAHARAH SHAH.
One stride of hers is like two swift leaps of mine.
We watched The Hangover and of course, I enjoyed the comedy flick itself.
Bradley Cooper!
Isn't he just the hottest thing alive? (Only valid for this post.)
He was so, smoking, smouldering hot!
The rest of our evening was spent chilling together along with constant blabbering. Well, you know us girls.
Slumber party at Anne's place was just the thing we all needed. It was simply way too awesome. Beyond words, sweethearts.
But..
I will leave that for another day.
Need to rest soon, lest someone preaches again.
Goosenuts.
Friday was sweet.
As usual, I lacked the determination to go for my first lecture. I was meeting Anne, so I had to skip my second lecture too. To spell it out for you, I missed both of my lectures on Friday. Just like good old times.
I dragged Anne to venture those pretty pretty shops with pretty pretty clothes with me.
A-G-O-N-Y, when you have insufficient shopping funds.
Need some help here :D
MONEY, ME LIKEY.
We had lunch together too.
We dropped by Fish&Co. and I deposited Anne there since her dad was around.
Next thing next, I went to meet soulmate and we headed to E! Hub for a movie.
Seriously, it has been a long time since we last rushed for anything! It felt like I was on an adventure, in the fashion-police-rejected(FPR) outfit, illegal footwear- flats, and lugging those shopping bags of mine. As you all know, I don't have very long legs too, especially when compared to NABILAH ZAHARAH SHAH.
One stride of hers is like two swift leaps of mine.
We watched The Hangover and of course, I enjoyed the comedy flick itself.
Bradley Cooper!
Isn't he just the hottest thing alive? (Only valid for this post.)
He was so, smoking, smouldering hot!
The rest of our evening was spent chilling together along with constant blabbering. Well, you know us girls.
Slumber party at Anne's place was just the thing we all needed. It was simply way too awesome. Beyond words, sweethearts.
But..
I will leave that for another day.
Need to rest soon, lest someone preaches again.
Goosenuts.
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Jean.
You have got to sleep early, sweetheart. Look at the time now. Late nights give you nightmares. You don't want that to happen, do you? So good to bed now, young lady.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Friday, August 07, 2009
So difficult.
Why can't I ever comprehend?
The words you put across are just like cracks on the parched cemented ground.
That feeling is just like a passing cloud, showering rain and clashing thunders when it comes.
Inevitable as it is, I will catch a cold.
Running wild, but I know my worries aren't unduly.
It will linger till it gets better.
Take care.
The words you put across are just like cracks on the parched cemented ground.
That feeling is just like a passing cloud, showering rain and clashing thunders when it comes.
Inevitable as it is, I will catch a cold.
Running wild, but I know my worries aren't unduly.
It will linger till it gets better.
Take care.
Thursday, August 06, 2009
Greatness.
GUESS WHAT?
Just a couple more posts and I will hit 300 counts.
Hooray!
I blew ten bucks on cab fare, yet again. Things doesn't seem to change, does it? I only have myself to blame. It takes a a really long time for my mind to pull my body out of bed.
Then fix it, sister.
The core of the problem lies with my habit of turning in late. At least I still kept my promise of sleeping earlier than the previous night. You get me.
I rushed through preparations of dolling myself up though nothing fancy for a Thursday. Headed straight for the main road and flagged for a cab. I was messaging Cryst along the way and we thought she would arrive later. Little did we expect her to reach a tad earlier and with much coincidence, we bumped into each other at the cargo lift.
Initially, we all thought Marketing Fundamentals tutorial was a great waste of our time which also stung our hearts quite a bit knowing that we splurged on cab fares unnecessarily. However, it wasn't a wasted trip when our project status was reveal led to all of us.
It was an intense moment. The very first group engaged in a long conversation with Mr Seah, with frequent insertions of smiles and laughs. I was guessing that Botak's group must have gotten a satisfying grade.
Supposedly, we were after the first group, but Zhi Guang kept pleading us for him to go first since he was the only one. Apparently, the rest of his mates were absent. Jean, don't be envious, you have already used up your chance. We gave in to him and sure enough, he didn't take long. Not at all.
I was afraid that it was going to be yet another disheartening piece of news. He took a glimpse at all of our faces with his regular smile drawn across his face, flashing no hint of his teeth, then settled his gaze on me.
Him: So how are you?
Me: Err, I'm fine?
Him: Okay already?
Me: Yeah, I'm okay.
Him: Haven't seen you in awhile.
Me: Yeah..
He started off slow. He began by highlighting the strengths of our project. When such things happen, more often than not, I would get the impression that bad news are brewing right behind the 'but'. As he went on, things got better, and better. Things that contributed largely to our B+ were, STP, 4 Ps and recommendations. Did I just say B+?
YES, A B+!
After giving us shit and hell, we were finally awarded with B+. For someone without much achievements, B+ means the world to me.
My girls and I had our lunch at Mensa 1. A good lunch, but the trip to and fro was really a torment. We were baking under the scorching sun with the intense heat burning through our skins. I bet the heat can even penetrate through the grounds of Earth, let alone subtle human skin. Poor us.
Cryst parted from us to assist the booth BSC set up, while the remaining five of us left school and headed for Hamz's house.
Sheng Wei left us from Hamz's house, so the rest of us took a bus down to Tampines. We spent some time together before we split up. Mas went home to prepare herself for AC, and I separated from Hamz and Adz to meet Anne.
Moments when I would dig at myself.
Just a couple more posts and I will hit 300 counts.
Hooray!
I blew ten bucks on cab fare, yet again. Things doesn't seem to change, does it? I only have myself to blame. It takes a a really long time for my mind to pull my body out of bed.
Then fix it, sister.
The core of the problem lies with my habit of turning in late. At least I still kept my promise of sleeping earlier than the previous night. You get me.
I rushed through preparations of dolling myself up though nothing fancy for a Thursday. Headed straight for the main road and flagged for a cab. I was messaging Cryst along the way and we thought she would arrive later. Little did we expect her to reach a tad earlier and with much coincidence, we bumped into each other at the cargo lift.
Initially, we all thought Marketing Fundamentals tutorial was a great waste of our time which also stung our hearts quite a bit knowing that we splurged on cab fares unnecessarily. However, it wasn't a wasted trip when our project status was reveal led to all of us.
It was an intense moment. The very first group engaged in a long conversation with Mr Seah, with frequent insertions of smiles and laughs. I was guessing that Botak's group must have gotten a satisfying grade.
Supposedly, we were after the first group, but Zhi Guang kept pleading us for him to go first since he was the only one. Apparently, the rest of his mates were absent. Jean, don't be envious, you have already used up your chance. We gave in to him and sure enough, he didn't take long. Not at all.
I was afraid that it was going to be yet another disheartening piece of news. He took a glimpse at all of our faces with his regular smile drawn across his face, flashing no hint of his teeth, then settled his gaze on me.
Him: So how are you?
Me: Err, I'm fine?
Him: Okay already?
Me: Yeah, I'm okay.
Him: Haven't seen you in awhile.
Me: Yeah..
He started off slow. He began by highlighting the strengths of our project. When such things happen, more often than not, I would get the impression that bad news are brewing right behind the 'but'. As he went on, things got better, and better. Things that contributed largely to our B+ were, STP, 4 Ps and recommendations. Did I just say B+?
YES, A B+!
After giving us shit and hell, we were finally awarded with B+. For someone without much achievements, B+ means the world to me.
My girls and I had our lunch at Mensa 1. A good lunch, but the trip to and fro was really a torment. We were baking under the scorching sun with the intense heat burning through our skins. I bet the heat can even penetrate through the grounds of Earth, let alone subtle human skin. Poor us.
Cryst parted from us to assist the booth BSC set up, while the remaining five of us left school and headed for Hamz's house.
Sheng Wei left us from Hamz's house, so the rest of us took a bus down to Tampines. We spent some time together before we split up. Mas went home to prepare herself for AC, and I separated from Hamz and Adz to meet Anne.
Moments when I would dig at myself.
Try, trying.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I can't take the emptiness and nothingness.
What is a routine when it doesn't happen even just for this once?
What about my Wednesday?
Good enough to say good, I suppose. With an exception, though.
I dragged my body out of bed after much procrastination. I prepared myself for two whole hours before making my way out of house to meet Cryst. The prompt arrival of the bus played a huge part in sending me to Tampines bus interchange dead on time. That little achievement of mine was enough to made me feel proud of myself. It is not very often that I have achievements, you know.
Girls are hot and pretty. Perhaps, I should bend towards homosexuality.
RA1 tutorial can never be any different. However, today's tutorial was a tad different.
(My nature.)
Instead of the usual routine of having us presenting the answers, Ms Ng obliged to do the honour.
In the midst of our tutorial, Ms Ng was distracted by the cart situated along the corridor. She wanted to get something to satisfy her hunger, but she realised she hadn't had her purse with her. Nevertheless, she permitted us to buy some light snacks from the Sugar Loaf cart.
Anne crashed my Microeconomics lecture and we scooted off when we had our break. I thought if we steer clear from Cheers and the gents, we, or rather, I, would be away from his span of vision. It may be pointless still, but at least I can get over the guilt biting on my conscience.
Little did I expect that my devised plan failed. He spotted us and I felt the guilt and awkwardness. Then again, it is already over, so heck it.
I hate it when I come to the point of feeling too tired to continue.
So I guess it is goodbye.
Goodnight.
See, I understand. Therefore, no disappointment.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I will understand.
I can't take the emptiness and nothingness.
What is a routine when it doesn't happen even just for this once?
What about my Wednesday?
Good enough to say good, I suppose. With an exception, though.
I dragged my body out of bed after much procrastination. I prepared myself for two whole hours before making my way out of house to meet Cryst. The prompt arrival of the bus played a huge part in sending me to Tampines bus interchange dead on time. That little achievement of mine was enough to made me feel proud of myself. It is not very often that I have achievements, you know.
Girls are hot and pretty. Perhaps, I should bend towards homosexuality.
RA1 tutorial can never be any different. However, today's tutorial was a tad different.
(My nature.)
Instead of the usual routine of having us presenting the answers, Ms Ng obliged to do the honour.
In the midst of our tutorial, Ms Ng was distracted by the cart situated along the corridor. She wanted to get something to satisfy her hunger, but she realised she hadn't had her purse with her. Nevertheless, she permitted us to buy some light snacks from the Sugar Loaf cart.
Anne crashed my Microeconomics lecture and we scooted off when we had our break. I thought if we steer clear from Cheers and the gents, we, or rather, I, would be away from his span of vision. It may be pointless still, but at least I can get over the guilt biting on my conscience.
Little did I expect that my devised plan failed. He spotted us and I felt the guilt and awkwardness. Then again, it is already over, so heck it.
I hate it when I come to the point of feeling too tired to continue.
So I guess it is goodbye.
Goodnight.
See, I understand. Therefore, no disappointment.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
All about nothing.
annnnneeeee! says:
i cut my hairraaaayyyy
Jean says:
I read your blogaaay.
annnnneeeee! says:
no no
Jean says:
Why the sudden decisionaaay?
annnnneeeee! says:
i cut it shortaaayy
Jean says:
HOW SHORTAAAY?
WHYAAAY?
We must carry on with this for the entire nightaaay.
annnnneeeee! says:
like bobbaaaay
hahaha, this is so funnaaay
Jean says:
Wei she monaaay?
Yes, I agree with thataaay.
annnnneeeee! says:
because i felt like it lehaaaaaay
Jean says:
WHAT THE SCUMBAGAAAY.
HAHAAAY.
LEHAAAY?!
How shortaaay?
annnnneeeee! says:
like my last timeaaay
i said bobbaaay!
as in bobaay?
bob-aay?
i cut my hairraaaayyyy
Jean says:
I read your blogaaay.
annnnneeeee! says:
no no
Jean says:
Why the sudden decisionaaay?
annnnneeeee! says:
i cut it shortaaayy
Jean says:
HOW SHORTAAAY?
WHYAAAY?
We must carry on with this for the entire nightaaay.
annnnneeeee! says:
like bobbaaaay
hahaha, this is so funnaaay
Jean says:
Wei she monaaay?
Yes, I agree with thataaay.
annnnneeeee! says:
because i felt like it lehaaaaaay
Jean says:
WHAT THE SCUMBAGAAAY.
HAHAAAY.
LEHAAAY?!
How shortaaay?
annnnneeeee! says:
like my last timeaaay
i said bobbaaay!
as in bobaay?
bob-aay?
Not again.
Going against my principle just to grasp this everything as my possession.
Holding it back.
Holding it back.
Doing good.
Let me reminisce and keep you in suspense.
My favourite.
Remember that afternoon..
You actually knew.
Remember that evening..
Unfamiliar you, right across the table.
Remember my first time around..
It was your business and I didn't care.
Remember the first time..
The excitement began.
Remember the next day..
What you asked before you went away.
Remember the same night..
You kept your promise.
Remember that morning..
You asked me something that the whole world already knew about it.
Remember that smokey night..
Looking good with your forte.
I saw what you love for the very first time.
Your reaction when I tried to provoke you for the fun of it.
Remember the following morning..
You apologised for disturbing.
You tried to reassure me that everything will be fine.
You persuaded me to attempt to salvage the situation.
Remember on your dinner table..
I got agitated yet excited with everything I saw.
Remember you offered me something I like..
But I grumbled.
Remember when you came that night..
You weren't the center of attraction.
You asked me something that was true, but I lied.
I got home all safe and sound.
You knew where I live.
Remember you mentioned about a book..
It was interesting to you.
Remember that picture..
We had it the same.
Remember how amused I was..
When you put your knowledge into use, thanks to me.
Remember out in the sun..
You settled my curiosity simply with two words I will never forget.
Remember that exhausted night..
Your thoughtfulness I rejected.
Your apology I accepted.
Remember the next morning before the war began..
What I taught was surprisingly put into good use. I thought it wasn't meant for me.
The whole afternoon to myself.
Remember that early morning before daybreak..
You thanked me for preaching.
Remember that day when you agreed..
I said I was intimidated, you said don't be.
Remember that wonderful night..
You told me not to worry, you'll take over the responsibility.
You told me you would find it.
Remember on some nights..
I wanted to confide into you so badly, yet I told you to wait.
Remember that afternoon..
I burst out laughing when you yelled.
You were gone one moment, but returned the next moment.
Your appreciation I am so grateful to.
Remember that day..
I could only stay close at North.
Yet another of your strength I was impressed with.
Remember when I received your text..
Then I met you on the way by coincidence.
Remember those words we used say..
Somehow or rather, they would end up like this.
Remember how I bombarded you with questions..
But nonetheless, you would answer them all.
Remember how you saw my first achievement..
And I was proud of myself.
Remember that woman..
We got so annoyed by her.
Remember how I snapped at you..
But you knew I had things on my mind.
Remember how you wanted something..
Fate didn't permit.
Remember when I displayed a picture..
I realised how much you enjoy their company.
Remember my absence..
You knew what was wrong.
Remember you admitted you were an idiot..
Smiling to yourself.
Remember how things took a slight turn..
You promised to be nicer.
Remember those nights..
Little bit of togetherness here and there.
Remember the wickedness in you..
Praying for imperfect nights.
Remember that adventurous night..
I thought everything was good, but guess I was wrong.
Remember that night when I knew the answer..
I was still having fun.
This close.
Remember those frequent mornings..
You had a part in making it possible for me.
Remember that event..
Seeing that, I knew it was coming true.
An unexpected text, followed by constant preaching.
Remember how I am always excited..
The same old cheap thrill.
Remember that dinner..
I was already sure, and I was trying to stay close.
Remember that supposedly good night for you..
You got so worried, but I don't know what was wrong.
Remember a couple of mornings..
Your messages were my alarms.
Remember the dead end..
Almost perfect. Almost.
Remember that night..
Supposedly to ignore. Undeniably impossible.
Heartless.
Remember that night..
You were a tad unusual, right at the last table.
Remember the film..
You did something very surprisingly quite the opposite of what you have done previously.
Remember the lovely night..
When I had my chance, as promised.
What you said made me woke up from my beauty sleep.
You got fierce.
Remember the next night..
Got even better, like sugar.
Definitely not what I have imagined.
Remember your absence..
I did the same thing twice, every single day, without fail.
Remember that early afternoon..
You asked for my opinion.
Remember what you had..
I had it too, and it reminded you of me.
Remember when you mentioned about it..
Right on the top, right beside the screen.
Then came the two photos.
Remember that night when you had a drastic change..
I got used to it, and I injured your organs.
Remember the first sight..
The stroll with stories of experiences.
Remember during my lecture..
One word made my whole day so much better.
Remember that beautiful object..
Reminds you of me.
Remember you got worried..
For the first time, you thought I was playing it real.
Remember that evening..
We had dinner.
Remember another evening..
The whole world saw.
Somewhere further, and across a road.
Remember when I got angry and worried..
You apologised for your actions, anyway.
Remember when I wasn't quite myself..
You checked on me.
You wouldn't mind doing it on my behalf.
Remember it was your turn..
I could do no nothing, because it was already over.
But one word made it good.
Remember when you didn't..
But you did, eventually, and insisted that you did.
Remember you apologised..
For something I didn't ask.
Remember you were disappointed..
My old habit kicked in.
Remember you wanted the answer..
I gave you one, but you weren't satisfied.
Don't question. Don't make wild guesses. Don't jump into conclusions.
OH MY GOSH! I took three hours to do this. Wow, Jean, I am impressed with you.
Goodnight.
Holding it back.
Holding it back.
Doing good.
Let me reminisce and keep you in suspense.
My favourite.
Remember that afternoon..
You actually knew.
Remember that evening..
Unfamiliar you, right across the table.
Remember my first time around..
It was your business and I didn't care.
Remember the first time..
The excitement began.
Remember the next day..
What you asked before you went away.
Remember the same night..
You kept your promise.
Remember that morning..
You asked me something that the whole world already knew about it.
Remember that smokey night..
Looking good with your forte.
I saw what you love for the very first time.
Your reaction when I tried to provoke you for the fun of it.
Remember the following morning..
You apologised for disturbing.
You tried to reassure me that everything will be fine.
You persuaded me to attempt to salvage the situation.
Remember on your dinner table..
I got agitated yet excited with everything I saw.
Remember you offered me something I like..
But I grumbled.
Remember when you came that night..
You weren't the center of attraction.
You asked me something that was true, but I lied.
I got home all safe and sound.
You knew where I live.
Remember you mentioned about a book..
It was interesting to you.
Remember that picture..
We had it the same.
Remember how amused I was..
When you put your knowledge into use, thanks to me.
Remember out in the sun..
You settled my curiosity simply with two words I will never forget.
Remember that exhausted night..
Your thoughtfulness I rejected.
Your apology I accepted.
Remember the next morning before the war began..
What I taught was surprisingly put into good use. I thought it wasn't meant for me.
The whole afternoon to myself.
Remember that early morning before daybreak..
You thanked me for preaching.
Remember that day when you agreed..
I said I was intimidated, you said don't be.
Remember that wonderful night..
You told me not to worry, you'll take over the responsibility.
You told me you would find it.
Remember on some nights..
I wanted to confide into you so badly, yet I told you to wait.
Remember that afternoon..
I burst out laughing when you yelled.
You were gone one moment, but returned the next moment.
Your appreciation I am so grateful to.
Remember that day..
I could only stay close at North.
Yet another of your strength I was impressed with.
Remember when I received your text..
Then I met you on the way by coincidence.
Remember those words we used say..
Somehow or rather, they would end up like this.
Remember how I bombarded you with questions..
But nonetheless, you would answer them all.
Remember how you saw my first achievement..
And I was proud of myself.
Remember that woman..
We got so annoyed by her.
Remember how I snapped at you..
But you knew I had things on my mind.
Remember how you wanted something..
Fate didn't permit.
Remember when I displayed a picture..
I realised how much you enjoy their company.
Remember my absence..
You knew what was wrong.
Remember you admitted you were an idiot..
Smiling to yourself.
Remember how things took a slight turn..
You promised to be nicer.
Remember those nights..
Little bit of togetherness here and there.
Remember the wickedness in you..
Praying for imperfect nights.
Remember that adventurous night..
I thought everything was good, but guess I was wrong.
Remember that night when I knew the answer..
I was still having fun.
This close.
Remember those frequent mornings..
You had a part in making it possible for me.
Remember that event..
Seeing that, I knew it was coming true.
An unexpected text, followed by constant preaching.
Remember how I am always excited..
The same old cheap thrill.
Remember that dinner..
I was already sure, and I was trying to stay close.
Remember that supposedly good night for you..
You got so worried, but I don't know what was wrong.
Remember a couple of mornings..
Your messages were my alarms.
Remember the dead end..
Almost perfect. Almost.
Remember that night..
Supposedly to ignore. Undeniably impossible.
Heartless.
Remember that night..
You were a tad unusual, right at the last table.
Remember the film..
You did something very surprisingly quite the opposite of what you have done previously.
Remember the lovely night..
When I had my chance, as promised.
What you said made me woke up from my beauty sleep.
You got fierce.
Remember the next night..
Got even better, like sugar.
Definitely not what I have imagined.
Remember your absence..
I did the same thing twice, every single day, without fail.
Remember that early afternoon..
You asked for my opinion.
Remember what you had..
I had it too, and it reminded you of me.
Remember when you mentioned about it..
Right on the top, right beside the screen.
Then came the two photos.
Remember that night when you had a drastic change..
I got used to it, and I injured your organs.
Remember the first sight..
The stroll with stories of experiences.
Remember during my lecture..
One word made my whole day so much better.
Remember that beautiful object..
Reminds you of me.
Remember you got worried..
For the first time, you thought I was playing it real.
Remember that evening..
We had dinner.
Remember another evening..
The whole world saw.
Somewhere further, and across a road.
Remember when I got angry and worried..
You apologised for your actions, anyway.
Remember when I wasn't quite myself..
You checked on me.
You wouldn't mind doing it on my behalf.
Remember it was your turn..
I could do no nothing, because it was already over.
But one word made it good.
Remember when you didn't..
But you did, eventually, and insisted that you did.
Remember you apologised..
For something I didn't ask.
Remember you were disappointed..
My old habit kicked in.
Remember you wanted the answer..
I gave you one, but you weren't satisfied.
Don't question. Don't make wild guesses. Don't jump into conclusions.
OH MY GOSH! I took three hours to do this. Wow, Jean, I am impressed with you.
Goodnight.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Double breaths in a single breath.
I have just discovered something just as I was about to go to bed last night. How nice. Nevertheless, it made me haaapppppyyyyyy!
I got so excited that I felt a tingling sensation right across my heart. I swear with my balls that the thought of it made me hyperventilated and I kept gasping for air twice as I took a breath. Erratic breathing!
But whatever it is, it happened about a month ago..
Want to hear about my weirdest weird dream? Of course you do (:
You know how dreams can be quirky, right? So try to catch up with me.
I dreamt that I had some peculiar disease that was termed as Bubble Pop. Yes, like what the scumbag. It was nasty, I tell you! You can never imagine how ghastly and hideous I looked. I had bubbles surfacing then they popped by themselves.
HOW REVOLTING.
I am already getting the shivers.
A doctor, out of nowhere, emerged into my dream, and kindly offered to attend to me. Apparently, he exuded charm that probably knocked me out. No, I was just kidding. I didn't even see his face, but well, nice doctors always have that charisma.
He took my temperature, and it was 42 degree Celsius. In my dream, that temperature is supposedly fatal. Within minutes, I fell into coma. Despite being comatose, I was still aware of the surrounding happenings.
Funny thing was, I was only unconscious for no longer than two revolutions around the clock. After which, I tottered my way to a place, perhaps a place I am missing.
So I am just leaving this as it is..
I got so excited that I felt a tingling sensation right across my heart. I swear with my balls that the thought of it made me hyperventilated and I kept gasping for air twice as I took a breath. Erratic breathing!
But whatever it is, it happened about a month ago..
Want to hear about my weirdest weird dream? Of course you do (:
You know how dreams can be quirky, right? So try to catch up with me.
I dreamt that I had some peculiar disease that was termed as Bubble Pop. Yes, like what the scumbag. It was nasty, I tell you! You can never imagine how ghastly and hideous I looked. I had bubbles surfacing then they popped by themselves.
HOW REVOLTING.
I am already getting the shivers.
A doctor, out of nowhere, emerged into my dream, and kindly offered to attend to me. Apparently, he exuded charm that probably knocked me out. No, I was just kidding. I didn't even see his face, but well, nice doctors always have that charisma.
He took my temperature, and it was 42 degree Celsius. In my dream, that temperature is supposedly fatal. Within minutes, I fell into coma. Despite being comatose, I was still aware of the surrounding happenings.
Funny thing was, I was only unconscious for no longer than two revolutions around the clock. After which, I tottered my way to a place, perhaps a place I am missing.
So I am just leaving this as it is..
Monday, August 03, 2009
Time's up.
What? What happened? What actually happened?
I'm sorry it had to be me. I didn't have a choice, did I?
Left with no more cough syrup. I'm still coughing.
Not tired.
Just make my week better, will you?
I'm sorry it had to be me. I didn't have a choice, did I?
Left with no more cough syrup. I'm still coughing.
Not tired.
Just make my week better, will you?
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Under observation.
I have finally discovered one cool thing about my daddy.
HE USED TO
RIDE
A
SCRAMBLER!
Come on, who would have guessed he actually owned a scrambler.
SCRAMBLER.
(Sorry, I'm just way too surprised.)
I know he used to ride. Yes, I do. He used to recite stories of his glorious days riding a bike and bragged about his accident. Why did I say he boasts about his fateful accident? I will get to that later.
I still recall those days when he would bore my brother and I about his bike stories. According to his recollections, apart from schooling at Singapore Polytechnic, he also took up some course in an ITE that was greatly related to bikes, motors and whatnot. Are you even sure there is such a course? However, my interests have changed. So I am hoping he would reiterate those stories all over again, and again, and again. Back then during his time, his scrambler cost only 450 bucks. Can you believe how cheap that is?
I am absolutely sure my daddy would violently object, refuse, forbid me to ever ride a bike, all thanks to his fateful accident back then. Apparently, he skidded in the rain, and ended up hobbling in crutches for a month. What do you get? I get my hopes dashed. But..
I still can't picture my daddy on a scrambler!
Oh, just shut me up!
I want mine a sports, in black, red/ green rims, followed by gold and silver.
Marry me.
HE USED TO
RIDE
A
SCRAMBLER!
Come on, who would have guessed he actually owned a scrambler.
SCRAMBLER.
(Sorry, I'm just way too surprised.)
I know he used to ride. Yes, I do. He used to recite stories of his glorious days riding a bike and bragged about his accident. Why did I say he boasts about his fateful accident? I will get to that later.
I still recall those days when he would bore my brother and I about his bike stories. According to his recollections, apart from schooling at Singapore Polytechnic, he also took up some course in an ITE that was greatly related to bikes, motors and whatnot. Are you even sure there is such a course? However, my interests have changed. So I am hoping he would reiterate those stories all over again, and again, and again. Back then during his time, his scrambler cost only 450 bucks. Can you believe how cheap that is?
I am absolutely sure my daddy would violently object, refuse, forbid me to ever ride a bike, all thanks to his fateful accident back then. Apparently, he skidded in the rain, and ended up hobbling in crutches for a month. What do you get? I get my hopes dashed. But..
I still can't picture my daddy on a scrambler!
Oh, just shut me up!
I want mine a sports, in black, red/ green rims, followed by gold and silver.
Marry me.
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Ignore me, ignore you.
Still believing, still trusting.
So many voices screaming, screaming at one mind.
I can't comprehend, I can't fathom, I can't decipher, I can't read between the lines.
I don't know what should my next step be. I can't make up my mind.
A whirlwind of thoughts.
Let me in, won't you?
Just what are you trying to say?
The comfort I seek reading those scrolls of words, again and again.
Puts my heart at ease. Puts my mind to sleep.
Oh my gosh, this is brainsick.
You choose.
I just got to know that I have E-learning E-commerce shizzzt that needs to be completed by 31 July 2009, 2355 hours, which is apparently just few minutes away.
(By the time I post this, it would have been long over.)
I don't know. I have never had the intention of doing that. You would be able to relate to my feelings once you see the report criteria. I swear with my balls that you would hurl abuse right at that instant.
School has been such a drag.
I rushed down to school today as I thought my group needed my feedback form to round everything up and meet the submission time. On my way to school, I learnt that they have completed my form for me. I felt touched, yet at the same time, I felt bad because I know they must have panicked in frustration.
Nonetheless, thank you, my lovely girls (:
It was such a relief seeing Mas sliding the envelope into Dominic Seah's locker. At last, Marketing Fundamentals project is submitted! Apart from that, we have also handed in our final project which was Microeconomics.
Don't question me about what I am going to do next :D
Principles of Management
Adz
Cryst
Hamz
Jean
Mas
Retail Accounting 1
Adz
Azie
Cryst
Hamz
Jean
Mas
Computer Systems and Applications
Adz
Cryst
Hamz
Jean
Mas
Marketing Fundamentals
Adz
Cryst
Gene
Hamz
Jean
Mas
Microeconomics
Botak
Cryst
Hamz
Jean
See the pattern? These few girls are the ones that have been with me throughout these few months and I truly appreciate what they have done for me. Only I know how much they mean to me. Their care and concern moved my heart. I may not vividly recall how did we started out as a clique, but nevertheless, I hope nothing will ever change between us. We are all from different walks of life, so we should be grateful that we actually got together. Remember that Thomas Lee said that we are cohesive? Don't forget that. We have our own shortcomings and differences. What makes us stronger as a group is when we learn how to overcome these differences. It isn't easy, is it? I don't know what future may bring us, but what I know is that we should cherish every single moment we have now.
After grabbing my lunch with the girls at Mensa 1, we went all over to hunt down for Thomas Lee since Hamz and I were supposed to do our POM individual presentation today. When we finally found him, he led us to a meeting room that was extremely cosy we didn't even bear to leave.
I obediently went for lecture and unfortunately, the lecturer wasn't Thomas Lee. He would have made such a boring topic more lively and fun with his jokes accompanied by his nonchalant face. But seriously, the topic we did today was very dry, and pretty lengthy too.
Anyhow, after lecture, I was hanging around with Mas and Sheng Wei. When Mas left to meet her friends, Sheng Wei's friends came to join us. So I got to know three new guys. Jun Ming from TP Mechatronics, Tim from SP Chemical Engineering and Hafidz from NP Real Estate. How cool is that! They are such chummy people and I had fun engaging in conversations with them. Hafidz wants to get a bike, so I supported his decision. But the rest were jokingly protesting against bike license as they were persuading in unison for Hafidz to get a car license.
I spent some time with soulmate as we walked to TM from school. I miss her because I haven't exactly been seeing her a lot these few days, let alone spend some quality time with her. But it is okay, at least we have mobile phones and MSN to keep us connected.
Nadz, soulmate and I dropped by Cold Storage for a tour. Nadz said I mustn't ask him any question. Knowing me, I cannot help but to bombard lots of questions as I am really inquisitive. So I tried to hold my mouth but to no avail. Halfway through, Nadz gave up on it, but it was too late. I already had too many questions to ask!
Yes, fine, the tour was fun :D
This is insane!
Driving me up the wall, mister.
Goosenuts, beings.
So many voices screaming, screaming at one mind.
I can't comprehend, I can't fathom, I can't decipher, I can't read between the lines.
I don't know what should my next step be. I can't make up my mind.
A whirlwind of thoughts.
Let me in, won't you?
Just what are you trying to say?
The comfort I seek reading those scrolls of words, again and again.
Puts my heart at ease. Puts my mind to sleep.
Oh my gosh, this is brainsick.
You choose.
I just got to know that I have E-learning E-commerce shizzzt that needs to be completed by 31 July 2009, 2355 hours, which is apparently just few minutes away.
(By the time I post this, it would have been long over.)
I don't know. I have never had the intention of doing that. You would be able to relate to my feelings once you see the report criteria. I swear with my balls that you would hurl abuse right at that instant.
School has been such a drag.
I rushed down to school today as I thought my group needed my feedback form to round everything up and meet the submission time. On my way to school, I learnt that they have completed my form for me. I felt touched, yet at the same time, I felt bad because I know they must have panicked in frustration.
Nonetheless, thank you, my lovely girls (:
It was such a relief seeing Mas sliding the envelope into Dominic Seah's locker. At last, Marketing Fundamentals project is submitted! Apart from that, we have also handed in our final project which was Microeconomics.
Don't question me about what I am going to do next :D
Principles of Management
Adz
Cryst
Hamz
Jean
Mas
Retail Accounting 1
Adz
Azie
Cryst
Hamz
Jean
Mas
Computer Systems and Applications
Adz
Cryst
Hamz
Jean
Mas
Marketing Fundamentals
Adz
Cryst
Gene
Hamz
Jean
Mas
Microeconomics
Botak
Cryst
Hamz
Jean
See the pattern? These few girls are the ones that have been with me throughout these few months and I truly appreciate what they have done for me. Only I know how much they mean to me. Their care and concern moved my heart. I may not vividly recall how did we started out as a clique, but nevertheless, I hope nothing will ever change between us. We are all from different walks of life, so we should be grateful that we actually got together. Remember that Thomas Lee said that we are cohesive? Don't forget that. We have our own shortcomings and differences. What makes us stronger as a group is when we learn how to overcome these differences. It isn't easy, is it? I don't know what future may bring us, but what I know is that we should cherish every single moment we have now.
After grabbing my lunch with the girls at Mensa 1, we went all over to hunt down for Thomas Lee since Hamz and I were supposed to do our POM individual presentation today. When we finally found him, he led us to a meeting room that was extremely cosy we didn't even bear to leave.
I obediently went for lecture and unfortunately, the lecturer wasn't Thomas Lee. He would have made such a boring topic more lively and fun with his jokes accompanied by his nonchalant face. But seriously, the topic we did today was very dry, and pretty lengthy too.
Anyhow, after lecture, I was hanging around with Mas and Sheng Wei. When Mas left to meet her friends, Sheng Wei's friends came to join us. So I got to know three new guys. Jun Ming from TP Mechatronics, Tim from SP Chemical Engineering and Hafidz from NP Real Estate. How cool is that! They are such chummy people and I had fun engaging in conversations with them. Hafidz wants to get a bike, so I supported his decision. But the rest were jokingly protesting against bike license as they were persuading in unison for Hafidz to get a car license.
I spent some time with soulmate as we walked to TM from school. I miss her because I haven't exactly been seeing her a lot these few days, let alone spend some quality time with her. But it is okay, at least we have mobile phones and MSN to keep us connected.
Nadz, soulmate and I dropped by Cold Storage for a tour. Nadz said I mustn't ask him any question. Knowing me, I cannot help but to bombard lots of questions as I am really inquisitive. So I tried to hold my mouth but to no avail. Halfway through, Nadz gave up on it, but it was too late. I already had too many questions to ask!
Yes, fine, the tour was fun :D
This is insane!
Driving me up the wall, mister.
Goosenuts, beings.
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