Monday, December 11, 2006
dependable sources for time-wasting: Veet, manicure/pedicure and a tweezer. =)
I know I'm slow. I didn't believe hairs can be removed effectively just by applying cream. I'm satisfied because there wasn't a tinge of pain.
the almost hairless legs.
I know I'm slow. I didn't believe hairs can be removed effectively just by applying cream. I'm satisfied because there wasn't a tinge of pain.
the almost hairless legs.
so there's no way I'll follow my dad look for organisms here, barefooted.
Friday, December 08, 2006
I like the fact that my Wednesday and Thursday were so occupied.
soon after I woke up on Wednesday, went to Causeway Point to get my bloody essay printed again. I then made my way to my alma mater. it brought back both good and bad memories, notwithstanding I don't really like the school and often couldn't wait to graduate when I was still a student there. anyway when I stood near the gate, I was invited by a huge banner saying that BPGHS has shifted to Tech Whye. made my way into the school nonetheless, where I was greeted by the security guard, Mr Chiam and another staff.
Me: Mr Chiam!!
Mr Chiam: ehhhhh... you look very very familiar...
Me: ya you too.
hahaha.
the school had nothing left so off I went to their temporary spot at Teck Whye in dire need to collect my 'O' level certificate. yes, I haven't actually collected it for reasons I myself don't know.
getting around the school at Teck Whye was like stepping back to 60's. a bit eerie too, as it's an old, abandoned school. when I finally got to the general office, I was told by the clerk that it was impossible to give me my certificate as they had not finished unpacking and further added that I come back in a month's time to collect. at that point of time I just wanted to vent frustration for not wanting to collect it earlier.
in your face, Dela!
after all that disaster, crashed at my cousin's for one night. rambled on, did the things girls do, etc. the next day, I left for home at around 9am. snoozed at home before getting ready to meet my baby at Woodlands. after which, we set off to town and surveyed all the stuff we might be buying for the picnic. yay! can't wait!
cruised along the streets till my legs felt like they were going to give way.
soon after I woke up on Wednesday, went to Causeway Point to get my bloody essay printed again. I then made my way to my alma mater. it brought back both good and bad memories, notwithstanding I don't really like the school and often couldn't wait to graduate when I was still a student there. anyway when I stood near the gate, I was invited by a huge banner saying that BPGHS has shifted to Tech Whye. made my way into the school nonetheless, where I was greeted by the security guard, Mr Chiam and another staff.
Me: Mr Chiam!!
Mr Chiam: ehhhhh... you look very very familiar...
Me: ya you too.
hahaha.
the school had nothing left so off I went to their temporary spot at Teck Whye in dire need to collect my 'O' level certificate. yes, I haven't actually collected it for reasons I myself don't know.
getting around the school at Teck Whye was like stepping back to 60's. a bit eerie too, as it's an old, abandoned school. when I finally got to the general office, I was told by the clerk that it was impossible to give me my certificate as they had not finished unpacking and further added that I come back in a month's time to collect. at that point of time I just wanted to vent frustration for not wanting to collect it earlier.
in your face, Dela!
after all that disaster, crashed at my cousin's for one night. rambled on, did the things girls do, etc. the next day, I left for home at around 9am. snoozed at home before getting ready to meet my baby at Woodlands. after which, we set off to town and surveyed all the stuff we might be buying for the picnic. yay! can't wait!
cruised along the streets till my legs felt like they were going to give way.
it was this tiring la eh. that's a forced smile anyway.
Friday, December 01, 2006
so eventually the essay which is supposed to be due today has been postponed to December 8.
^%$%@%^&*()Y(*^&*$!!!
I was disgusted by the lecturer's audacity in telling us that we "can take the essays back to edit and reprint".
and to think I was facing a stark reality of the actual deadline! hah!
to put it in a crude manner, all of us are required to hide behind anonymity (which we've never been told before). at least for the school standard, no names are to be typed on the title page, only student IDs.
don't these lecturers have the courtesy to inform us earlier or what? waste my money and time printing only.
just wasn't my day la. and during lecture, I was very irritated by my runny nose.
but all's not a disadvantage. I got my new schedule already and it states that Friday classes will only start at 2pm. so happy la! can wake up late! hehe.
then after school, went to SGH to pay his father a visit. his exaggeration about the 30 minutes journey from Dhoby Gaut to SGH seemed to work. because I had just thought of taking a nap when I saw the Police Cantonment Complex which means I had to get ready to alight from the bus.
luckily I hadn't fallen unconscious.
after conversing with his father and seeing him through physiotherapy, I began to express empathy. often, we have this misconception that we cannot feel what someone else feels unless we've been through the same situation before.
it must be very hard on someone when one's muscles and joints are rigid because I had just seen how distressing that situation can be to the sufferer, his family, and everyone around him.
on a lighter note, at the ground floor, I was pushing the pram with his sister's baby in it. all eyes were at the baby, and then at me. suddenly they looked puzzled. can't they widen their imagination and assume that I'm a maid or something and that's why we look different?
I guess people would even believe me if I tell them I'm a maid. at the bed beside his father's, there's an Indonesian/Filipina maid taking care of her owner, I presume. I watched her, because I often found her looking at me. perhaps she could be thinking that we have the same status. haha.
anyway, been seeing common faces every other day. I think I'm hallucinating.
^%$%@%^&*()Y(*^&*$!!!
I was disgusted by the lecturer's audacity in telling us that we "can take the essays back to edit and reprint".
and to think I was facing a stark reality of the actual deadline! hah!
to put it in a crude manner, all of us are required to hide behind anonymity (which we've never been told before). at least for the school standard, no names are to be typed on the title page, only student IDs.
don't these lecturers have the courtesy to inform us earlier or what? waste my money and time printing only.
just wasn't my day la. and during lecture, I was very irritated by my runny nose.
but all's not a disadvantage. I got my new schedule already and it states that Friday classes will only start at 2pm. so happy la! can wake up late! hehe.
then after school, went to SGH to pay his father a visit. his exaggeration about the 30 minutes journey from Dhoby Gaut to SGH seemed to work. because I had just thought of taking a nap when I saw the Police Cantonment Complex which means I had to get ready to alight from the bus.
luckily I hadn't fallen unconscious.
after conversing with his father and seeing him through physiotherapy, I began to express empathy. often, we have this misconception that we cannot feel what someone else feels unless we've been through the same situation before.
it must be very hard on someone when one's muscles and joints are rigid because I had just seen how distressing that situation can be to the sufferer, his family, and everyone around him.
on a lighter note, at the ground floor, I was pushing the pram with his sister's baby in it. all eyes were at the baby, and then at me. suddenly they looked puzzled. can't they widen their imagination and assume that I'm a maid or something and that's why we look different?
I guess people would even believe me if I tell them I'm a maid. at the bed beside his father's, there's an Indonesian/Filipina maid taking care of her owner, I presume. I watched her, because I often found her looking at me. perhaps she could be thinking that we have the same status. haha.
anyway, been seeing common faces every other day. I think I'm hallucinating.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
someone who is far way is sometimes much nearer that someone who is at hand.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Sampai Menutup Mata - Acha Septriasa
the lyrics is too deep and meaningful to me that I did a simple translation for those who do not understand Bahasa Indonesia, or to put it simply, the malay language. anyone with a better version, don't hesitate to enlighten me please.
Dew in the wee morning hours
Spreads the scent of hope
The seconds I count
Is it time I go?
Oh God I love him
Please give me life
I will never hurt him
Punish me when that occurs
(Chorus)
I don't easily love somebody
I dont easily confess I'm loving
I don't easily say
I fall in love
My song is just for love
My isolation is just for you
No lies, I swear I'm loving
Till I close my eyes
My love is till I close my eyes
Oh God I love him
Please give me life
I won't hurt him
Punish me when that occurs
(Repeat chorus)
I'm marvelled at how I can listen to a song I like, over and over again without getting sick of it.
moreover, this song kind of reflects how I feel and what I'm like.
it's not easy and I don't usually say "I love you" because to me, it gives a funny formal (?) quality I'm not used to. and my dear one will know that I don't like to be mushy!
as much as you try not to hurt your loves ones, you sometimes do, without you realising it. and if I were to let God punish me whenever I hurt him, I guess I would be dead by now.
hmm. bad example. I'm just too lazy to come up with anything more ornate yet plausible. haha.
anyway, do you see the uncanny resemblance between Irwansyah and Ricardo Kaka? I do! look at the hair, the smile, the physique! similar right? just that I think Kaka is the hotter one though. hehehe.
oh! and Acha resembles Kaka's wife... what's her name? both are teenagers, have the same long hair, their body shape and all that are similar too.
such perfect couples both of them.
to my dear one, till I close my eyes...
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
I am in deep shit! really deep shit!
luckily I saw Cindy's nick on MSN.
1500 word essay to be submitted on 1st December.
"Discuss the workings of our brain as to our consciousness in relation to the nervous system." ????!!!!!??????
I'm clueless about this la k.
and I haven't started on it! look what's today's date!
how could I ever in the world forget about this freaking essay.
damn it's gonna be sleepness nights for me in the next 3 fucking short days.
flu. sore throat. ulcer in my mouth.
thank you very much.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
what is intended to be good for us is really just frigid, and I'll let time take its toll, as I've promised myself that I'll put her before you if anything were to happen.
sure, it gives you rights to make demands of me, in any capacity you find me failing. but when sacrifices have to be made, only one person's happiness matters.
and the truth is, the past could not so easily be left behind. but you shouldn't care about those damn people. I don't care about them too. what matters to me is you; don't speak to me anymore about what happened then because with you, I cannot be who I was. I'm not expecting anything from you but your understanding. I had confessed to you, exposing not simply what I had done, but who I was, my faults, my mistakes. start fresh, it's all I want. it'll be like resetting my image although I don't think I have it in me to be what everyone else wants.
you're right. I always don't talk to you rightly. like yesterday, the fact that I had called you by that name was because you had gone out of your bloody mind. the anger in me was rising, taking full control, an intensity of feeling I'd never known before, a demon stronger than lust or love, and that word just shot out of my mouth.
I think what you're doing to yourself now might throw me over the edge. whatever is happening outside, you must not let it sink into your flesh. do not punish your body for what it cannot control or else I will not forgive myself.
anyway, in the morning yesterday, I rose earlier than usual, wept after putting down the phone, slept and woke up again with eyes like golf balls.
nevertheless I still went out to accompany my cousin sister. we cruised over to bugis and town in search of one freaking skirt at Fox. it was a rather stressful moment for me as I was shuttling between comforting her when it was out of stock at most stores, and hogging my handphone, attending to the psychosomatic nature of man.
albeit bringing along my digicam, I couldn't really bother with them images. I was too stressed out dealing with the said persons. thus, it made me do something I never thought of doing again.
stop blackmailing me k. you know I do.
sure, it gives you rights to make demands of me, in any capacity you find me failing. but when sacrifices have to be made, only one person's happiness matters.
and the truth is, the past could not so easily be left behind. but you shouldn't care about those damn people. I don't care about them too. what matters to me is you; don't speak to me anymore about what happened then because with you, I cannot be who I was. I'm not expecting anything from you but your understanding. I had confessed to you, exposing not simply what I had done, but who I was, my faults, my mistakes. start fresh, it's all I want. it'll be like resetting my image although I don't think I have it in me to be what everyone else wants.
you're right. I always don't talk to you rightly. like yesterday, the fact that I had called you by that name was because you had gone out of your bloody mind. the anger in me was rising, taking full control, an intensity of feeling I'd never known before, a demon stronger than lust or love, and that word just shot out of my mouth.
I think what you're doing to yourself now might throw me over the edge. whatever is happening outside, you must not let it sink into your flesh. do not punish your body for what it cannot control or else I will not forgive myself.
anyway, in the morning yesterday, I rose earlier than usual, wept after putting down the phone, slept and woke up again with eyes like golf balls.
nevertheless I still went out to accompany my cousin sister. we cruised over to bugis and town in search of one freaking skirt at Fox. it was a rather stressful moment for me as I was shuttling between comforting her when it was out of stock at most stores, and hogging my handphone, attending to the psychosomatic nature of man.
albeit bringing along my digicam, I couldn't really bother with them images. I was too stressed out dealing with the said persons. thus, it made me do something I never thought of doing again.
stop blackmailing me k. you know I do.
