Smitten.

I had a dream about the most beautiful thing ever.

Honour.

I promised a post, so here it is.

The night before, I clocked two whole hours of tossing and turning on bed which utterly frustrated me. I miss those days when I instantly slip into slumber the moment I throw myself right onto my bed. But then again, those times are the days when I would be deprived of my beauty sleep.

Anyhow, I woke up even before my alarm could interrupt. By alarm, I mean my automatic, electronic, robotic phone alarm, and not my personal alarm call.

0520, thereabout.

Casually and delicately, I walked out to my balcony and the sight I caught was definitely one of the most beautiful skies I have ever seen with my naked eye. The curvature of the crescent moon was shaped into a perfect arc. I love crescents above all. Considering that this is Singapore, a crescent moon with a couple of glistening stars hanging right above is actually quite a deal. Well, at least to me.

All of us met up at Whitesands few minutes past eight. Nab, Anne and I were there to send Nadz off to be a man, and do the right thing. I have to admit that it was my virgin visit to a not-so-little island called Pulau Tekong.

It was most certainly an eye-opener being exposed to what I would see it as something honourable now. We took the catered bus to SAF Ferry Terminal before boarding what you call a fastcraft. The speed of the boat wasn't anywhere near fast.

Upon arrival, we had to part with Nadz to have a guided tour around School 1, which is at Rocky Hill. Throughout this entire thing, I felt surprisingly nostalgic. Kind of reminded me of those times I have spent at NCC HQ, SISPEC and BMTC at Pasir Laba Camp. Wonderful moments.

When we got back to School 2, we were ushered to the main auditorium where Nadz and other recruits were. Watching the video they played on screen made me felt like I was back in Spec Course. Memories oh memories.

Thereafter, the Muslim recruits were led to a separate auditorium for some briefing, so as their parents, we had to tag along. After which came the sad but inevitable moment where we had to bid farewell to Nadz. Please understand that I don't wish to elaborate any further.

We left Tekong for mainland, and we met Farhan at Whitesands.
FINALLY, I had my Alfredo at Coffee Club.

We headed to Tampines to catch The Time Traveler's Wife. Dearest managed to stay awake throughout the whole movie. Haha :)


(The many things in my mind.)

Hollow.

Jean promises to publish a decent post about 14 September.

Soft cotton tearing.

I feel it now. I am feeling it again.

Bone dry.

Just clocked in four hours. One-third revolution round the clock.

JUST HOW LONG MORE?!
My patience is thinning.
My patience is running dry.

Battle the battle.

For the superficial sake of killing time, I am actually trying to get down to brief writing. Why the need for that? Well, I am sure we all know that TP's website can irritate the faeces out of us at crucial moments such as CHECKING OF RESULTS.

Since I am not particularly a TP-activities-oriented student, I didn't register for the text service, or whatever you would love to call.
Hence, the agony of waiting.

I'll just let it be a test of my very limited patience. Let's see how far it can actually stretch. Besides, it's not as though throwing my tantrums would make the system run any faster. My patience has just clocked two whole hours and I am proud to announce its continuance.


Acceding to Sally's humble request, I'll make this a long post. Hahaha.

Long..

Loong..

Looong..

Loooong..

Looooong..

Loooooong..

Looooooong..

Loooooooong..

Looooooooong..

Loooooooooong..

Pretty satisfying, no? What's definitely a notch more gratifying was the apple strudel I had. It will be a pity should I finish the whole piece all at once. So I kept the other half in the refrigerator and I shall savour every bit of it. But in honest frank truth, no strudel beats Ritz's.

Anyways, if you happened to swing by Anne's blog, you would know I was out shopping with her. Chew Anne Marie, I didn't buy many things, mind you. I have so so so sooo so so so so many things I want to buy, me thinks. Sure there are, but I can't find them! How upsetting.

Long enough, right?
So off I go :D

None of it.

Too much negativity.


Yesterday was dearest's POP. Funny how time flew. I am extremely proud of him, and he knows that.

I was very much amazed that my dad actually granted me to leave the house at 2200.
Jean: Daddy, I am going out.
Daddy: Oh, going out now uh.

So dearest came to pick me up at 2200, thereabout. We headed to airport since I wanted to have some ice cream at Swensen's.

Then we headed to Changi Village since dearest wanted to pack some food home for his family.


I updated :D

Murky.

Friday was a day I have been anticipating all week. Like I have mentioned previously, plans have been lined up for me and it all started in the early afternoon.

I met up with soulmate to run some errands before heading to school to sit for our very first paper. I don't wish to mention which paper because I hope I would see the last of that word thereafter. But here's a clue. It involves economics.

Right after our paper, we had a scarf wrapped around Hamz's eyes and we hung a birthday tag around her neck. We got her safely on the bus and there was never a moment stares were spared. It was sweet that a couple of girls actually shouted Hamz a birthday wish whilst crossing the road.

We brought her to Fish&Co., still blindfolded. When we have settled down with all preparations done, we removed the scarf and Hamz was shocked to see the little surprise we sprang for her. I was glad that she appreciated everything we done.
Delight :D

Hohoho, a sudden absence of interest to blog. So I'll just keep it short.

On the very same day, Nadz and Ash had to bid farewell to Fish&Co., a place they called their second home. I'll always remember those times when we had fun at work.
Good friends made, good friends that will last.

A group of us gathered outside Delifrance to hang out after closing. Just thinking about that brings back so many memories about work, and it goes way back to 15 December 2008, the very first day when this wonderful journey started.

Those knowledge I now possess..
Those people I now know..
I stepped out of my comfort zone and had a piece of the outside world.

Pangs.

I have to talk about my wonderful day on 21 August, but I shall leave that till the day I have much time to spare.

Cell.

I feel restricted here. I have to restrain myself from saying so many things and all that I am saying here are so superficial. I won't exactly say that it is driving me up the wall. Let's just say, I am not fond of such a feeling.

I won't be updating too often, just for this duration. Life is pretty mundane for me now. I don't even know what to say.

Wait, let me just alter my words. I won't be posting any lengthy entry too frequently now. I'm hoping I would have a fulfilling Friday this week. If fate and luck permits (oh, whatever), you'll be in for a treat. I'm referring to a substantial post. Good plans (but just too many of them) are lining up, minus the fact that I'll be sitting for my first paper on that very day.

Oh, please! Let Friday be a brilliant day.

Shining.

1041 Missed.
1042 Rise and shine.

Doll.

Morning call.
Weeeee :D


To think I was actually looking for the same thing as a stranger in the shop. What a coincidence.
You are in for a treat.

1119 hours.

My morning call.

Sleep in.

If.

If I hadn't told anyone anything, what would today be like?

Peanut Butter Cup.

They said your whole world will change when you taste it.
I placed one in my mouth, and sure enough, my whole world changed.
I wanted to share it with you.

Held.

Courtesy of Ween.

A title.

I had late dinner, or supper, rather, at Fish&Co. with dearest.
Miss him.

It's time.

I had a dream last night. As a matter of fact, I had a couple of dreams, but I only remembered one even though it wasn't important neither does it holds much significance.
I didn't see it, but I heard it.
Three minutes.
I wanted to tell you about it, but I didn't have the chance.

Never mind about it.

Future.

If optimism doesn't exist in the present, what about the future?

Standstill.