Then and Now

OMG LOOK WHAT I FOUND!

Omg, kindergarten days. BOOMZ, bad hair. Didn’t change much in primary school either..

SO CUTE! I’m in the 3rd row. Look closely and you can see clare!  That was then, this is now:

I believe i’m easily spotted, since i ADD COLOUR! haha.

I miss being a kid in primary school. Yesterday we had a conversation about primary school life and i tell you, life was the SWEETEST. No judging people on looks, since everyone was as nerdy with rolled down socks and fully buttoned shirts. Didn’t matter what the world thought, we thought we were COOL. I missed running around playing catching and getting marriage proposals in kindergarten. Ah, life was so easy.

It’s funny how much we wanted to grow up when we were kids, the first step to rebellion would be unbuttoning the first button and having ankle socks, that being met with “Orh-hor I tell teacher!” And the “I-don’t-friend-you” phases.  I remember how the WHOLE school over-reacted and avoided this girl who said “F**k you” to another girl, and that was in Pri 6. Ahh, good times.

I don’t know what compelled me to bring this up, maybe because it was the kindergarten and pri sch pictures I found saved somewhere. Ahh, anyway, moving onn…

I’ll be going to Batam on mon! All the way till thurs. I shall leave my mark there. Bench building. Haha, that’ll be interesting. After which I can proudly boast that I’ve acquired the skill of capentry. Yes, then I’ll go on to build my own house in Santorini and experience the Greek way of life.

But this trip is not about me, is about helping the people there (yes, awww, how noble of Cassandra!) I still think we’re too small to make a HUGE difference. But I guess we’ll see about that. I shall do Oprah Winfrey proud, with my shovel/hammer and my MALAY.

I doubt i’ll be uncontactable, but I’ll be offline (like duh). I will miss you, World Wide Web and Facebook! It’ll do me some good, I hope I don’t suffer from withdrawal symptoms. Nah, I guess not, i’m not THAT hooked. But i guess I may miss moments like this:

LOVE YOU MISA, YOU MADE MY MONTH. Omg, I miss you so much! Can’t wait to see you guys! I couldn’t help laughing when I read it. It was so funny I had to share. Lol, I initially didn’t know how to take this picture, being the tech noob that I was so therefore one of the tabs were “How do you take a picture of a screen“. Just thought you should know. I’m not THAT dumb by the way, I do know how to take pictures. HAHA. Alright then, best be off.

So long, wish me luck, be nice to me for I may come back with something for you. haha.

Bye loves!

Fleeting Flashback.

Got this video from PJ’s blog:

Would you consider me to be scarily old if i told you I’ve heard majority of the songs up there? This is what growing up partially listening to Gold 90FM does to you. You’d be an anomaly by normal, social standards. Thanks, Dad.

But anyway, my intruiging childhood aside, just look at those videos! It reminds me of a time so innocent, music with good intentions. Blacks sang with whites, females didn’t feel the need to show off their artificial cleavage and bony legs to be heard. What happened man, what happened? Now you can just blurt out crap and pass it off as rap. (HAHA, geddit, Rap from CRAP?) Aaanyways, I’ve got no problems with how music’s turned out. I’ve got superstar wannabes ala Miley Cyrus to make fun of.

Anyway, I’ll be learning how to play the guitar!! Need to get a guitar first though. I asked Gemma for help. If she can’t then, Marcel or David? I don’t know, i need someone who knows a thing about guitars. I’m music instumentally challenged. At least it beasts playing DUMB COMPUTER GAMES.  And I channel that attack to WY and Joanne.

Oh, hot random-frenchboy-who-added-me-on-fb sent me some love! HAHA. pet society love lah, i think he’s a gamer freak. Pity though, expect all french to be poetically lovable, not anti-socialbly detestable. But at least he remembered me.  Aww. Guess what? My pet isn’t dead. Wanted to kill it by stuffing food in its face but no, its still alive dammit. Nvm, it shall be a means for me and frnchbay to communicate through cyberspace. But I doubt i’ll be visiting that dumb godforsaken place anytime soon.

Wanted to get a job (at a quaint music store with a beautiful quaint store owner…) but my dad talked me out of it. I need to do sth with my life now, so if I find something convinient, i’ll jump to it. I still have my (currently imaginary) guitar and books to read. And my (currently invisible and conceived non-existent) homework. Ah, events’ll hit me I’m sure. Maybe I should volunteer somewhere…

Anyway, how’dya like the new layout? Don’t get too used to it, for I may change it again. And oh, I know you guys may be annoyed that they’re no links (i’m sure lisa will be; she can’t get to her own blog without coming here) but i’ve got my reasons, namely because the links that come with the blogskin looks UGLEH. And also because I believe some people may want their links to be kept private and all. So yeah, this is me being all considerate, or particularly vain.

bye loves

 

Lifted

I’m free! Burn PW, BURNNN.

It’s sort of liberating, having nothing to do. It’s like post ‘o’ levels all over again. Was thinking of getting a job. But ah well, i don’t know. I don’t think I shall be staying at home much during the hols, or I’ll make sure I don’t. I’ll bug my lepak groups. Namely the tikis (we have to meet up altogether in this lifetime, people)

Anyway, watched 2012 yesterday with the CJ bunch (there you go lizzie, a name for our group). Groundbreaking, literally. It’s like a 2 hr lecture on ‘How the Human Race Shall Reach Extinction“. And guess what buddy? Only the rich people survive on a ark-like boat. Salvation much. After the movie I realised that I should start taking swimming lessons. I rather be crushed to death by a flying piece of concrete, or  a tree, than to be sucked in alive by the watery abyss and having water fill my lungs till I become a gigantic water balloon and die. It was funny having David sit next to me. He was lusting after the same hot pilot dude (who dies, sadly). And he’ll just start clapping all of a sudden. And haha, Joanne was terrified, I could tell, she was clutching her bag for dear life. I guess we all thought we were going to die. It was all good. Scary good. But the ending left us going “huh?”. But Arficans ruled in the end. HAH. tribal life begins from there.

Watched ‘Ghost Rider’ ytd night. Don’t know what I was thinking. A burning skull on a burning bike with a cheapo chain-like whip. Oooh. Scary.

Watched the Hunchback of Notre Dame and this part gave me goosebumps I swear.I know its cartoony and all but I think the classics are much better than the crap they pass off as cartoons these days (with exception to Spongebob Squarepants, of course)

Love the classics.

bye loves.

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This past week has been a blast. I don’t know why, but it just was. I somehow felt free, despite all the pw and malay. And oh, malay. I don’t really feel for the subject, but i love my classmates. Gonna miss them next year. At least we’ll have our “lepak-ing” sessions, or “lepaks”- as Sabrina puts it. And pw, not as stressful as i thought it’ll be. Maybe because we’re all so cooperative and efficient, and I love them for that .

I’ve had time to put my life into perspective though, after frequent visits to Facebook. It makes you think, well at least it makes me think. Shan’t bore you with my Lawrentian-like theories, not that I have any. But still, Facebook can be depressing actually. Sometimes. With all the showiness. But after I saw past that I kinda felt above it all. you get me? no? Moving on…

I’m happy, but i don’t know why. It’s like I’ve got sth to look forward to, but I can’t see what. It’s weird, but comforting at the same time. Ah well. I just ate some grapes. And grapes make me highhhhh. So i’d look something like this:

I is weird.

I’m currently reading The Last Concubine by Lesley Downer. Not a bad book. But I feel the Memoirs of a geisha’s better. I just love Japanese-sy books, whereby the story is set in old Japan. books about the Middle East is awesome too. The issues are very real and somewhat gritty and can make readers uncomfortable, which is what makes it genius. The Last Concubine isn’t as good though but it was her first book anyways. It’s very human and at times degrading. I should try reading books set in China and India now, if i get can my hands on any. Books set in Asia are the closest to great English Literature novels. Normal american/ british books have entertainment value, no doubt. But they often don’t leave a lasting impression. To me, at least. But i still love them anyway.

Ok. gtg get some malay done. But i’ll leave you with wise words from the ever-so talented Leona Lewis, taken from her latest song. ‘Happy’

So what if it hurts me?
So what if I break down?
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear myself
Don’t care about all the pain in front of me
Cause I’m just trying to be happy, yeah
Just wanna be happy, yeah

Bye loves.