Friday, November 30, 2007 13:13
Something is wrong with me. It's as if, I prefer to get stressed up because there's a piling long list of things to be done and the fact that none has been done, when I could have just dived straight into my room confinement and diligently doing everything on the to-do list. Every now and then I would glance at the time(I'm already taken another look glimpse at the computer clock again), gape at it, gasp at it, murmur 'oh shit I got no time', and resume my every other off-tangent work I'm doing. Off tangent work would mean anything - anything at all, that's not the least related to prom preparation, room cleaning and stuffs packing.
Oh gosh, and I found a few strands of hair entwined between the bristles of my comb this morning. I should really go get things done before I get so stressed that I'll be pulling all my hair off.
And I'm still here. Guess someone has to clash the cymbals right beside my ears to wake me up from Lalaland into my time-is-running-out reality.
WAKE UP IVY! NOT MUCH TIME LEFT HOY!
Well, I guess it's not working. I still wanna watch Trick.
This is Rehabilitation Day 1.
Thursday, November 29, 2007 16:20
He's gone home. That's enough said.
With that marks the start of my abstinence from Ricky Drug. Hopefully(and I think) I won't suffer from any massive withdrawal symptoms. Day after day I have unknowingly increased(or attempted to increase) my daily intake and the dosage, and before I knew it, I was already intoxicated. Such rehabilitation is absolutely necessary to keep my mind sane and free from images of him (oh, did I just said 'him'? I meant 'Ricky Drug' actually).
Alright, I confess, that was a lie.
Why would I want this rehabilitation programme when I willingly succumbed to intoxication earlier? The withdrawal symptoms are beginning to show. I started looking through the pictures we took.
I am in dilemma. A part of me wants to go home so badly so that I can see my family again and eat and eat and eat ALL those kind of food I have long missed. Of course, the KL trip promised earlier included. I want time to fast forward, so that I can get home. Yet the other part of me wants to stay here and enjoy the very last remaining moments of true freedom, where rules and limits are long forgotten. It's been a long time since I last savoured the taste of liberty, therefore honestly, I'm so reluctant to leave, and how I wish time could just stop here.
Contradicting, am I not? My life is made of contradictions and paradoxes, believe me.
To ease my withdrawal symptoms, I shall have another small dose of Ricky, and here it goes.
That's Ricky in disguise!
A pleasant and safe journey home, dear.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007 10:37
I shall now present you, the biggest noob of the year
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And the winner goes to... IVY MISS STUPIDITY!
A big round of applause, everyone.
Yes, I am Miss Stupidity and I am the biggest noob of the year. So when I thought he did not remember our anniversary, it turned out he did. So, why did he not remember anything when I asked him what 28th means? Because our anniversary is on 29th and not 28th! Miss Stupidity is so smart that she thought the anniversary is on 28th.
Other than noob, I really don't know what describe me best.
Since our first month anniversary falls on the 29th, that means my lucky charm is leaving ON OUR ANNIVERSARY. Even worse than not being able to celebrate with me. Because I've gotta say goodbye:(
Tuesday, November 27, 2007 23:54
I kind of dread this period coming and passing by. This is the time when people say goodbyes, and walk out of the four years of a scholar's life. Amongst us some have left, and all who remain are counting down to the diminishing number of days we still see one another. With every tick of the second, we see The End approaching. The End, to JC life, to seeing familiar faces in the not-so-fabulous hostel, to the noisy construction, to... to those I cherish and to my scholarship.
It's like a dream. Four years ago all of us were pleasantly surprised with the same scholarship offer which brought us to this foreign piece of land and with that, our paths crossed. Our paths crossed so much such that it's becoming a spider web, so intertwined and everybody is part of everybody else's story.
But it is time to say goodbye. It feels like having to wake up from a long slumber. What awaits us when we open our eyes again?
Alright, enough of midnight emoing. After coming back from the KL trip much happened. For one, I devoted my entire Saturday night to my BFFs and most importantly, made someone's sweet nineteen memorable. Of course, in doing that it'll mean I broke hostel's rules. Oh but puh-lease, who cares about hostel rules now that we are no longer even candidates with numbers anymore! And therefore, that will be my justification and you shall NOT rebutt. We roamed along Orchard Road, where I became totally in love with this year's Christmas decoration. White and purple lights just gave me the impression of a serene, romantic white Christmas, a total match with the image of Christmas I have since young. There were fairy tale characters as well, such as the little tin soldier and Tinkerbell, which made our walk akin to a walk down fairyland. And I made a little discovery - there are people running along Orchard Road at 6 o'clock in the morning! Healthy lifesytle, don't you think? But I, think it's stupid to wake up THAT early just to jog!
Since my lucky charm is such a popular guy whom everyone wants to date, my turn only comes on Tuesday. I won't deny the fact that I was a little pissed off before this at his packed schedule and not being able to make time for me. However, since I'm an understanding girl, I didn't take it out on him today.
Today was the last time both of us went out together in Singapore, that's why he wanted to play dress up and so I played along. So, me in my dress and he in his formal wear, we watched Bratz, and had our long-promised Sakae student buffet. I concluded that I'm lousy at eating seaweed - those used in making Temakis. I just couldn't seem to be able to rip them off without performing a series of facial stunts, and that lucky charm of mine just had to video the excruciating process. And had a good laugh after that.
When I asked him if the 28th mean anything, he looked at me with the confused face. "Huh?" he said. To say I'm not disappointed is a lie, but I wasn't surprised either. I mean, I did not expect him to be able to, anyway. But my little disappointment was totally gone when I took the train with him. For some unknown reasons the train was packed to the brim, so by the time we boarded there was almost nothing to hold on to. But he held onto me, and gripped me tight. I could feel, the tightening of his grip whenever the train jerked, his pulling my hand closer to himself so I could balance, and the tight grip of his hand on mine, as if telling me that he'll be there should I lose my balance. That simple, little yet meaningful gesture of his meant more than whether he could remember our first month!
I have always thought I have a rational mind, but this time, I guess I'm gradually getting more and more intoxicated. The thought of him leaving for home this Thursday really gets on my nerves. I'm gonna miss those messages that indicate his presence man.
Sunday, November 25, 2007 22:34
There, and back again. Feels like snippet from the movie 'Back to the Future'. Four days have passed since my last post, much happened since. But after one week of sleep deprivation I concluded that sleep is very important in ensuring you walk in a straight line and not trip over the stairs when you cross the overhead bridge or get out of the MRT station.
Too many things happened over a very short space. And my brain isn't functioning properly due to the severe lack of sleep so everything takes a longer time to sink in.
Thursday, November 22, 2007 10:20
I guess, unknowingly, I cracked a lame, cold, dry joke just before I entered the exam hall. "After one hour and fifteen minutes, we are free. But we're still priceless" was what I said. Alright, alright, enough of that stare from you.
Two hours and thirty five minutes after I said that, I'm here, as a free yet priceless soul(I so love contradictions!) telling the whole world of my liberty. Yes, I made it. I passed through the doors officially, legitimately, into the Other Side.
What's that I hear? Aren't they cheers of victory, of rejoice, and of relief? Yes they are! What's that I see? Are they not banquet-spread of wine, meal and songs fit for the Kings? Yes they are!
And the best part of it all, I see the one face smiling back at me, saying "Hello, you're finally here."
This place is so good. I wish I can stay longer. Before the battle I've made promises and plans about every single detail once I cross over. Those promises and plans were what kept me moving and charging forward throughout this one month. And when I'm finally here, I find my entire schedule so jumbled up and screwed.
It only takes ONE phone call, ONE stern demand, and every good fantasy is shattered. What with the grand meeting with someone whom I know nothing of albeit the potential help he can be of. I'm a worn-out traveller who just came out of a dense jungle, and immediately I'm instructed to embark on yet another journey - a literal one, which is five hours long. Can I not just enjoy my head off and care nothing about my academic stuff first?
Apparently not.
When I wished, and hoped, that he'll be there receiving me once I crossed over, which he did, in the end it's ME who can't hang around enjoying these moments of victory with him.
When I looked forward to, and even visualized the fun we are going to have during the mahjong games, in the end, it's ME who stand up on all my mahjong kakis and be a spoilsport.
When I made a promise to help craft a birthday surprise for a friend, and because of me and my exams the whole thing is postponed, for me, and in the end, it's ME who blows the party apart and disappoint every other person who are in this with me.
I worked so hard, trekked so far into the jungle, what was it for? Yes, okay, for my own future, you're right. But I was also clinging onto these promises and plans and fantasies, is it so difficult for me to enjoy the fruit of my labour now?
I don't understand. Why, oh why, is my initially-flawless, fun-filled After A's schedule so screwed?
CAN'T YOU JUST LET ME HAVE IT MY OWN WAYS? To death I will fight to be able to come back on Saturday. I've forgone too much. It's time to not let the promise I made be broken.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007 12:06
The doors of freedom has opened, once again. Yet my boarding ticket isn't accepted, because it can't be used today. The dates are wrong. I have two more days to wait.
I see a bigger throng, a larger crowd pushing through. The doos flung open, and all of them gushed out to the Other Side like water from a broken dam. The Other Side, a sanctuary us worn out soldiers have always dreamed of. I see familiar faces among the throng, those faces who braved the battle with me. Now they are joining in, and being part of the hype, and they are crossing over.
What is it in there, at the Other Side? Will there be wine, songs and meals fit for the Kings? Fun and parties around the clock? I want go be part of it. So, so, much.
The crowd has moved in. The doors are shut, once again. Voices of victory, of rejoice, of relief, are no longer within audible range. Once again, I find myself standing, on a quiet, cold, and isolated pavement. Staring, with much anticipation, at the countdown clock hung high on the solid, slam-shut doors.
"Your turn will come, real soon." He assured.
Yes, I know, for time is ticking.
I don't know if he knows, but what I hoped to hear isn't any reassurance that I'll pass through that door, because I've already got the entry ticket. What I hoped for, is his assurance, that once the doors open again, he'll be on the Other Side, waving at me.
Sunday, November 18, 2007 21:04
The song that's playing on your speaker now is the purely chinese version of "Melodi", which many of you may have guessed, yes, it's 'melody' in Malay. As my dear WhyQueen have pointed out, this pure chinese version isn't as nice as the duet with Sheila Majid, and I agree fully with that. The Malay parts of the lyric are just, beautiful. I never thought Malay and Chinese duet can fuse so nicely, and this song proved me wrong. Unfortunately, iwebmusic has only the chinese one and not the one with Sheila Majid, so I can only sing the Sheila Majid parts myself. Hahaha.
Still, the lyrics are beautiful. Those who understand Malay and Chinese, you'll be able to see how both fuse just beautifully.
"Kau melodi yang indah
Menusuk di jiwa
Tanpamu, hidupku tak bermakna
多么实在的感觉 望著你的脸
这一刻 我到了被人遗忘的永远
Pertemuan yang tanpa diduga
像迷路的人找到回家的路綫
(Chorus)
Engkau bak lagu dan aku bagai irama
Bersatu kita mewarnai hidup bersama
Tanpamu hilanglah nadi kita berdua
Menderita, tiada haluan
窝在我心里最动听的
MelodiI like, especially, the chorus. Singing it makes me feel loved. Try it, all of you. This song really brings warmth.
Saturday, November 17, 2007 11:02
The doors of freedom are slowly opening to allow certain people to walk through. But because I don't fall into the selected categories of people, I have yet to patiently wait for my turn. Embrace me, doors of freedom! Liberate me from the mundanes of life! Oh no, correction, it should be
give me my life back!
Yet think again, I'm not a no-lifer still. At least I went to Changi Terminal 3 and be one of the first few to set foot on that enormous terminal which boasts of harbouring the A380. Were there three, or four A380 gates they said T3 has, I forgot. But now, I can tell the world about the terminal in that been there, done that tone, which is the very one pleasing factor.
In case you may wanna go to T3 using skytrain from T1, I strongly discourage you to do so. Because for one, the waiting area was stuffy (I guess in their opinion, energy saving means deprivation of air conditioning in less frequented areas) and so was the train itself (alright this can be attributed to the new-ness of the skytrain). But all in all, T3 is definitely gonna be a new experience to the public, reason being:
1. It is B-I-G. And if that doesn't sink in, it is E-N-O-R-M-O-U-S. There seem to be no ends and we practically just walked and walked around that day.
2. There are numerous TV lounges in the transit hall, with plush sofas that hypnotizes the very ones who sit on them.
3. You can go mini-jungle trekking at the basement since there's this miniature forest. Now, forest in the airport (albeit a very fake one)?
4. Embrace the nature by walking into this indoor butterfly park(without butterflies) located next to the indoor koi pond(without koi), and now you've got a FREE visit to the butterfly park when you are in Singapore. You do know you have to pay for entry ticket to butterfly parks in other places, don't you?
Now, I shall show you the 800 dollar designer chairs. It's 800 dollars EACH, not total 800bucks.
According to one of the tour guides (yes we paid for 'sef-guided tour' but who says we cannot cross paths with the guided ones?) PM Lee Hsien Loong came and sat on one of them during his visit to T3. Okay that was supposed to be some BIG news because we sat on the very chair he sat on too.
Friday, November 16, 2007 09:32
"并着肩迎接着挑战
贡献彼此泪和汗
从不伪装
不要害怕你走得缓慢
总有一天会到
下一个幸福的车站
风雨路
我们携手共渡
三色石
牵绊不了进度
凭着各自
坚持与领悟
感受互相扶持的幸福
漫长路
庆幸你我同步
三叶草
陪伴着不却步
不同理念和方式互补
铺造一条属于我们
骄傲的道路"
-《风雨同路》光良
从J1到现在，快两年了。两年里边发生的事情真的是太多太多了，多到一时之间说都说不完。庆幸的是，两年以来我身边出现了好多好多的你们，陪我一起走过一切的不愉快，给予我力量熬过寂寞。更要感谢你们，在我脆弱是给我希望，在我陷入黑暗时给予我一到光芒。
两年的路，说长不长，说短不短，但两年如今快要过去了。身边的你们都各自追求你们的梦想，实现你们的愿望。飞的飞，走的走，明年我回来，看到的你们又会剩多少？不知道命运会否在未来有安排咱们再次遇见？
这首《风雨同路》送给你们，是恰当不过了。谢谢我身旁的你们，一路来陪我走过！
更要谢谢送我《风雨同路》的你，这几个星期一直在我身旁陪我熬过。
大家，考试快完了，在坚持一会儿吧！
Wednesday, November 14, 2007 18:09
I guess I really made a mistake. To think that we kicked up such a huge joke yesterday, my conscience is reprimanding me for it. For now I'm aware of the whole thing, and now I feel ultra guilty for what I did.
"The pain of rejection is too overwhelming." How could I not know what it feels like! We are all but pawns in the game of Fate, all having no controls over things that happen when they just happen. Fate here, is enjoying his little game of time, twisting with people's feelings and emotions, and having fun with all of it. We can but do nothing, because no one outplays Fate in his own game.
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Dear Econs,
I have told you I'm in love with you. I gave you so much attention for the past two years. I tried to tune in with you during your lessons, tried to think the way you do, and I even wrote essays about you. That's how important you were to me. I gave you all my attention, in hope for a little recognition of my efforts. But time and again you have been unsatisfied, and gave me unsatisfying numbers. Still I persevere, for I thought one fine day you'll understand how desperate I want to own you. For I thought when the day comes, you'll present me a decent reward, for the undying love I've shown you.
Yet today, I'm through and done with you. For all these times you've been taking my efforts for granted, but never had I grumbled. Today is the liberation. I'm officially done with you, and I don't think I will want to have anything to do with you in near future. So that's it. The next time I'll ever look at you, it's gonna be your name on my certificate.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007 20:19
"You light the skies, up above me
A star, so bright, you blind me, yeah
Don’t close your eyes
Don’t fade away, don’t fade away-
Oh
Yeah you and me we can ride on a star
If you stay with me girl
We can rule the world-
Yeah you and me we can light up the sky
If you stay by my side
We can rule the world-
If walls break down, I will comfort you
If angels cry, oh I’ll be there for you
You’ve saved my soul
Don’t leave me now, don’t leave me now
Oh
Yeah you and me we can ride on a star
If you stay with me girl
We can rule the world
Yeah you and me, we can light up the sky
If you stay by my side
We can rule the world-
Ooooooooh
All the stars are coming out tonight
They’re lighting up the sky tonight
For you, for you
All the stars are coming out tonight
They’re lighting up the sky tonight
For you, for you-"
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Take That, Rule the WorldPerhaps Econs has drained my remaining creativity. I opened this posting page, and stuck here for some time, before I concluded my lack of creativity. So, I turned to a song which best says what I wanna say.
Then my star lit up the night again. There he was, beaming like how stars do, and sent a song over. Nice title(: And when I checked out the lyrics, let me just say that I hope he means what the song meantXD And oh gosh, just how the chorus has the power to summon up flashes of the past. Like an MV, haha.
My night like awake now.
Monday, November 12, 2007 14:07
When my roomate told me about the throng at ICA, I really had to see to be able to experience for myself the
kiasu-ism Singaporeans are well known for and the
enthusiasm of becoming one from the Singaporean PR wanna-bes. It was clearly printed on the approval letters that the ICA building opens at
0800hr but by the time I got there (which was barely seven-thirty in the morning) the queue has already threatened to wrap around the ICA building. Oh yeah, embrace our enthusiasm, my fellow brothers and sisters of various nationalities!
Now please tell me why I was there joining those queue freaks coiling around the building? Correct, because I'm kiasu and I wanted to be an early bird and get the worm fast.
Apparently, great minds do think alike and there are so many people vying for the early bird status with me.
And oh goodness, the photo I took in school was rejected. Reason? I've got fringe in that photo. Looks like they have got this queer preference for nerds and geeks look-a-likes as their PRs, because they hate fringes and strictly demanded that we tuck our hair behind our ears. I tried to act as jolly as before when my picture was taken, and when I saw the outcome, thinking that IT would stay with me and be MY identification and accompany me for the rest of my days in Singapore, oh boy, I can't breathe now.
Dear ICA, thank you for showing me how stunned/silly/geeky/nerdy/ugly I can look by a mere photoshoot. I know more about myself now.
A good thing is, I can now look for a job without work permit legitimately. Well, at least something to nullify the impact that IC photo had on me.
I know I used to be a pro-family supporter. I know I used to think that family is the smallest fundamental yet integral unit in maintaining the integrity of the society, of the nation. (No, I'm not reciting some propaganda for raising birth rates, if that's what your're thinking of) But today, it suddenly dawned on me how those women who are reluctant to have kids think, for I think the same way too.
If you regret doing a certain deed, most of the time there's always a turning back, no matter how costly it may appear. There's
always a turning back. But not when you have children. Once they are delivered, they are stuck with you for at least fifteen twenty years! Imagine, should the kids turn out rebellious or naughty or disappointing, you can't simply turn back time and put them back inside your womb! Going through the nine months of pregnancy and the pain of childbearing isn't a big deal, but disciplining them is, because it determines the making of the kids, and it's going to determine their life. Not anything anyone would wanna mess up with, right?
While I was waiting for them to return my passport (I shall not lament about how boring the wait was) there were a couple of little kids around with their parents. Oh goodness, and I began to wonder, if I was as noisy and as misbehaving as them when I was their age. Not that I could remember, of course, but I wouldn't be surprised if my dad tells me I was. Kids are kids, and at that age they barely take notice of anything around them (despite claims that they are at the most curious stage). That makes the task of a parent even more herculean. Other than pacifying your whimpering child, you still have to endure the irritated stares flying in from all directions when your child is, ahem, ill-behaving.
Gosh, and I begin to think I've been such a good child. At least I have situation awareness and am aware of the 'should's and the 'should-not's. At least, at least, I don't bring unnecessary worries home. And for this, I think I owe it to my grandmother, my mom, and my dad. As well as all of you who contributed to my character moulding, and all of you who helped me find and define myself. I owe it to you all for what I am today.
Because raising a kid is not easy, I salute you, parents, and all the efforts you put in for your children.
Saturday, November 10, 2007 14:27
I'm a happy girl today.
"I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.
I hear babies cry, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world."
Yes, what a wonderful world indeed. The stupid storm in the middle of the night woke me up from my good night dream, but no, it did not ruin my high spirits. And my roomate abandoned me for her boyfriend, but no, it did not ruin my high spirits. And the newcomers flooded the entire com lab, that it looked somewhat like a human bee hive. Now that one, ruined my spirits that was flying high. I had no com to use, no internet access, no msn-ing with Ricky, no nothing. Thank you, you people, for depriving me of my entertainment by being here.
Then, like a hand of a magician, my spirits were restored, because my star is around again. He always says I'm bringing him hope and strength throughout the exams, but never is he aware, that he actually shed much light I have been seeking for. For without his being around, there will not be much inspiration, nor will there be much insights. He lights up the dark, just like a star would the night.
And I realize I rhyme XD
Tuesday, November 06, 2007 23:52
When I count my blessings, there's one I always spend just a little more time thinking about. Somehow, I still can't really believe a fairytale came true, and the grass is finally greener on my side.
After spending such a wonderful time having fun with Bio yesterday (yeah I loved Bio so much that I nearly cradled it to sleep) the paper was finally over! That means, no more core Bio, no more operons, and no more prokaryotes! Alright MCQ paper is always excluded since they don't really bring trauma to those who study the subject. Then again, Chem MCQ is the exception as well. Speak to any ALevel Chem student and they will tell you how agonizing the paper is.
Okay, we shall spare each other from recalling the dreadful moments in the exam hall. Maths down, and I believe the only Math I'll do now is to count my money.
In desperation to free ourselves from our mugger titles, RIcKY and I dashed off to Suntec to watch Stardust. My gosh, never had I expected such a supposed children fantasy to be so much of a comedy la! The plot is OKay, but the scenes are so.. hilarious! Oh and the classical "good guy triumph the evil" segment, how can I ever forget. It goes like this: the hero is in the mansion of the witches, trying to save his damsel in distress. So being evil witches (who, according to the story, lived for hundreds of years and are so desperate to restore their big boobs and big hair) they of course performed witchcraft to fend off the hero. OK, nothing wrong with amusing fighting scenes. But then, for God's sake just kill each other rather than doing all the funny talks la! That's part of the reason why it is so much of a kids fantasy.
Heh. Or maybe, I'm too old for fantasies.
But RIcKY seems to enjoy it alot.
Can't wait to walk the beach again.
Monday, November 05, 2007 16:43
WhyQueen's tagg on my board just serves as a reminder of how nice Nanyang was and how stark a contrast this hostel now is. Alright I'm not going to be a baby and whine about it but there are really a few issues which seem to find pleasure in getting on my nerves.
And one of them is definitely the most notorious wireless. I don't like tapping on others' wireless - I know it's highly illegitimate to do so - but when desperate times call for desperate measures, and hostel wireless is not of any constructive use, what will you do?
Because of 'overwhelming responses' to the wireless installed, it gets so slow and virtually unusable to some lappies (and mine is most unfortunately one of those) and people do what they do best - complain. I confess, I'm one of them. And guess what? The management responded in such an alarming way - they restrict surfable zones to:
1. the canteen
2. ground floor facility rooms, AND
3. some part of this hostel common area which I conveniently forgot oops.
Great. Now, I really can't watch porn. I mean! Not that I DO watch porn, of course, but having to surf in these COMMON areas, there's almost zero privacy anymore. And I can't help imagining clusters of kids crowding around the ground floor just to go on MSN. This is really hilarious. Then again, just how plausible is restricting wireless zones to those three areas? I mean, it's WIRELESS. That means it's some waves thingy (pardon a physics idiot here) and being waves, I thought they kind of diffuse (I know it isn't the right term but I really know nuts about waves) everywhere? Then in the end after then big commotion, people still hog it from their rooms using powerful lappies and jam the system AND everything is back to square one.
What a brilliant idea, what a brilliant hostel I'm staying at. But no sweat, I'm gonna leave it real soon.
Interesting MSN convo with RIcKY:D today - those in italics were mine:
"What ya doing?"
"Reading on Tutanknamen."(after a while)
"Is it a Bio related thingy?"
"HAHAHAx10000000. He was a KING in egypt la!""Orh I see."
...
"Thought he's something to do with wriggling intestines."
RIcKY always has this profound way of associating BIO with wriggling intestines, despite the countless times of me telling him that JC bio has nothing to do with intestines.
And then,
"Hmmm... Didn't know you've got TRIPLE chin!"
"WHAT?!? Me?!?!?!??!!? Where got? You mean WRINKLES? OMGOMGOMG send me the pic I wanna see!""I meant your emoticon )): la."
Conclusion - RIcKY is so adorable. He makes my day everyday, even on days of Bio menance like today.
Friday, November 02, 2007 18:32
Today is hell of a day, really.
Morning blues seem to be part of my wake up call. Then a series of familiar events will follow - feeling giddy, dizzy, sick, and most importantly and most annoyingly, nauseous.
OK I shall skip the Math paper part altogether, and zoom into the interesting encounter after that. Fast forward past my so uninteresting lunch of what else but chicken rice, I was back in the hostel when something caught my attention. The music room was OPEN! And what's more, was that someone was actually inside and it turned out to be Ziwen! Alright how the hell did he enter remained a mystery, but the point was, he even managed to open the door to let me in! Alright fast forward sommore, and I found myself closing the glass door and before I knew it, a familiar yet sinister 'SNAP', and congratulations! The door was locked in place!
If I haven't complained about the doors in this hostel enough, this shall add on to the list some more. Since the system is that the doors to the facility rooms (and music rooms are definitely one of those) are automatically locked after 2200hr everyday and will NOT reopen till 1430hr the next day, basically once the door snapped locked at 1240hr this afternoon, there was nothing we could do to reopen it. Not even from inside. So basically both of us were confined within the four walls of the music room, until Yongyi came into the rescue.
Another thing about this hostel of late. It's getting way too crowded because the new batch of scholars are here already! And oh boy, the com lab is so flooded with people speaking diverse languages. If you ask me, all of them sound like animal languages in the zoo. Bah. I guess I'm so not doing them justice, because I'm just plain irritated. I want my serenity in the dining hall back!!!
Alright, so I didn't get to see HIM today. No sweat, there's always technology(: and the fact that 3G technology is so affordable (I'm speaking in Singpaporean terms, of course).
Thursday, November 01, 2007 17:14
Why, oh why, must I feel sick at this important and crucial juncture?
Or is my declining appetite a sign - an omnious one, of another apocalypse?
Ok, shake away all negative thoughts. Optimism is highly valued at this point and it's what keeps the world going - at least for the J2s. Since I'm one of them(most unfortunately) I shall put it on display.
If there's a hole on the road, you fill it with tar and what have you. Then it's back to normal and vehicles cruise on it like they would on every other road.
But what happens when there's a hole in your heart? Not literally, not physically, but metaphorically? It's so intangible, but its presence is felt nonetheless. If only it's as physical as a pothole on the road, at least I still have confidence that I'll be able to fill it up.
Give me your hand, and I'll hold it tight.
