Thursday, March 11, 2004
Monday, March 08, 2004
Well I hardly write anything personal in my blog nowadays. Din seem the need to and whatever that have been happening or rather going through my mind all the while isn't much anyway.
But now I'm in this nostalgic mood and I guess most people who loves me know why as I have already informed them of the news.
A new environment will be a great change, with my own personal space and a new exciting thing to do with my angels, like going to IKEA together and stuff, but because it is nonpermanent, you kinda don't feel so excited over it. Afterall, it's not exactly yours, so why do so much.
And the dready look how much stuff I have in my house notion of packing all up in boxes and boxes is quite sian. Clearing up, throwing aways. Will be a good DA SHAO CHU which my family doesn't have the tradition to. And of course, the very practical and whole reason for it. Life will be easier for the folks, hence us. We'll all be happier.
But how would they feel, to leave this place they put everything in. How much they've gone through, and ponder on to do this or to do that about it. How they work their lives away to see us through our education, but not being able to live in what that has their name to it. If only I know how they feel. And we feel sad because we don't have enough to buy another pair of shoes.
Having said all these, it's just this thing about having stayed in this home, this room since I was 9, and about when I started to really remember things. So now, here, on my bed now, I look about the room and want to remember everything about it. From the time I moved in, still remembered buying stuff from IMM Jurong, which was then some prestige thing you need a member's card to make purchases, to designing the decor section above my bed with my ornaments which I no longer fancy and the whole aircon leak hooha where a hole was drilled through to my toilet to fix the pipe.
And I'd leave this place permanently in a month's time. This pose, this lying on the bed seeing the room, the too small for my amount of clothes wardrobe on my far left, my messy pink table which never sees light, my sis and Fe on my right, always disturbed by my late night calls, my toilet just 3 steps away. The stupid jokes we crack and laugh like mad, using our pillow to stifle the sound. My sweeties, ppl who lie in or on the bed with me, to talk about life or just to be comfy.
It may not be the prettiest room, and I'm not missing it because it's a big house, but just the very room I spend 1/3 of my life warmth under the blanket, another 1/5 doing my work. The place I struggled through my PSLE, my O's, my A's. That Pink table. The home I missed when I was in the hall, like a baby I wanted to go home.
It just feel so weird.
But now I'm in this nostalgic mood and I guess most people who loves me know why as I have already informed them of the news.
A new environment will be a great change, with my own personal space and a new exciting thing to do with my angels, like going to IKEA together and stuff, but because it is nonpermanent, you kinda don't feel so excited over it. Afterall, it's not exactly yours, so why do so much.
And the dready look how much stuff I have in my house notion of packing all up in boxes and boxes is quite sian. Clearing up, throwing aways. Will be a good DA SHAO CHU which my family doesn't have the tradition to. And of course, the very practical and whole reason for it. Life will be easier for the folks, hence us. We'll all be happier.
But how would they feel, to leave this place they put everything in. How much they've gone through, and ponder on to do this or to do that about it. How they work their lives away to see us through our education, but not being able to live in what that has their name to it. If only I know how they feel. And we feel sad because we don't have enough to buy another pair of shoes.
Having said all these, it's just this thing about having stayed in this home, this room since I was 9, and about when I started to really remember things. So now, here, on my bed now, I look about the room and want to remember everything about it. From the time I moved in, still remembered buying stuff from IMM Jurong, which was then some prestige thing you need a member's card to make purchases, to designing the decor section above my bed with my ornaments which I no longer fancy and the whole aircon leak hooha where a hole was drilled through to my toilet to fix the pipe.
And I'd leave this place permanently in a month's time. This pose, this lying on the bed seeing the room, the too small for my amount of clothes wardrobe on my far left, my messy pink table which never sees light, my sis and Fe on my right, always disturbed by my late night calls, my toilet just 3 steps away. The stupid jokes we crack and laugh like mad, using our pillow to stifle the sound. My sweeties, ppl who lie in or on the bed with me, to talk about life or just to be comfy.
It may not be the prettiest room, and I'm not missing it because it's a big house, but just the very room I spend 1/3 of my life warmth under the blanket, another 1/5 doing my work. The place I struggled through my PSLE, my O's, my A's. That Pink table. The home I missed when I was in the hall, like a baby I wanted to go home.
It just feel so weird.
Saturday, March 06, 2004
Thursday, March 04, 2004
I've been living up to my words for the past 3 days, with temptations arising from Marina Sq to Orchard. And nono, contrary to popular beliefs, Hui Hui could resist those purchases, but it is also partially because nothing really wow caught her attention, although we did find the black version of the Adidas bag I posted previously at TOPMAN.
And finally, the whole stretch of tests have come to halt. For the time being. Next week - No test! Why would one think that's yippee woo? Well afterall, for those who have been following this pathetic journey realised (you should after the numerous whiney posts) my string of tests that bombarded me since week6, with 1 or 2 each week till now (week9). I can now let my hair down (pardon the pun) and while still have work to do, embark on the journey of no brainer surfing for information and analysis of fantastic Robinson's and You Hub, I Hub.
And finally, the whole stretch of tests have come to halt. For the time being. Next week - No test! Why would one think that's yippee woo? Well afterall, for those who have been following this pathetic journey realised (you should after the numerous whiney posts) my string of tests that bombarded me since week6, with 1 or 2 each week till now (week9). I can now let my hair down (pardon the pun) and while still have work to do, embark on the journey of no brainer surfing for information and analysis of fantastic Robinson's and You Hub, I Hub.
Monday, March 01, 2004
Things people buy at the adidas sale
wilson.
irvin for her.
me.
Things I would have gladly put my money out if only there were
And so I'm glad, that there wasn't. Otherwise, I wouldn't have just spent 2-ish.
Come to think of it, I promise not to buy anything for 1 month. Yes, for the whole of March. If I do (unless absolutely neccessary/ deal too great to resist), pinch me.
wilson.
irvin for her.
me.
Things I would have gladly put my money out if only there were
And so I'm glad, that there wasn't. Otherwise, I wouldn't have just spent 2-ish.
Come to think of it, I promise not to buy anything for 1 month. Yes, for the whole of March. If I do (unless absolutely neccessary/ deal too great to resist), pinch me.
Sunday, February 29, 2004
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Monday, February 23, 2004
Saturday, February 21, 2004
I love talking to my parents, often they'd give me good insights. But most of the time I just like to share news and latest gossips about some stupid stars and even my friends :X
Anyway I was telling them about the picked-up-near-my-house incident when they fetched me to school for my los bonos test, so as to hopefully get more rides from them because of the apparent danger on the streets nowadays :P, but too bad they din catch the hint and my mom was saying how once upon a time she was picked up at People's Park Complex by the man selling handbags. My dad was saying he must have not known my mom yet, but in actual fact they were already married. Then straight away he changed his tone to those yaya don't-doubt-my-taste-hor ones and that my mom is also considered a beauty.
doink! but so funny haha
And why am I blogging at 8am? Cos I'm waiting for my mid term exams lor. :((
Anyway I was telling them about the picked-up-near-my-house incident when they fetched me to school for my los bonos test, so as to hopefully get more rides from them because of the apparent danger on the streets nowadays :P, but too bad they din catch the hint and my mom was saying how once upon a time she was picked up at People's Park Complex by the man selling handbags. My dad was saying he must have not known my mom yet, but in actual fact they were already married. Then straight away he changed his tone to those yaya don't-doubt-my-taste-hor ones and that my mom is also considered a beauty.
doink! but so funny haha
And why am I blogging at 8am? Cos I'm waiting for my mid term exams lor. :((