Maybe things aren't what you think

You know how, sometimes, a flashing moment from the past hits you, and nostalgia starts flowing. Seriously, I'll hate to recall anything from the past. I want to ditch it all behind.

Contrary to belief, I TOTALLY hated secondary school. Yes, I'm digging out the skeletons from the closet. You see, I've always been stuck in a class of 10 (or less) girls, and about 30 guys. I didn't appreciate what the school system did for me; I didn't like it. I wanted to climb up the ladder and tear myself away but, hey, look what destiny did to me. I was stuck with about the same bunch. Only this time, I hated it even more.

Don't think I'm really contented with life with you all just because I didn't return all the taunting and soft bullying I was subjected to. You know what?! I really hate to say this, but I had more fun in JC when I finally had the chance to breathe and distant myself from the past. The clear mind I had before my A Levels just proved how much I needed myself to be rescued from the spiral in secondary school.

And if you ask me if I regretted saying all this, no. I'd rather spill it all than to continue being laughed at by my reflection.

Insane

Just to max out whatever's left of my braincells.

Things I hate to do alone:
Having meals
riding on the MRT
spacing out
going to sleep
mugging in the library
driving
falling sick
waking up
feeling hungry
watching HSM

If I could make 'rushing for projects' a major subject, I'll be on Dean's List every semester and top the cohort with First Class Honours.

Love to us

Things went imperfectly beautifully. These included a very comprehensive group meeting, as well as a great day with the boyfriend.

I find it crazy that we're constantly worrying about the same problems over and over again, but that's what keeps us going so strong. The obscenely repetitive chats we have, the lengthy discussions on everything under the sun... It's not just a romantic relationship, but one which encompasses of elements I find in a friendship, a campanionship, a learning journey, and kinship. Yes, silly me still gushes at the fact that I'm so stuck to you, and so very reliant emotionally on you. And I still marvel at the chemistry we have. Seriously, if there's anyone who echoes my thoughts while they appear in my head, it's you. It's you who knows that I wanted to walk from Bugis to the Esplanade, it's you who knows I wanted to walk into Gramaphone to check out the HSM 3 soundtrack, and it's still you who reads that crystal ball of my every single thought. And I'm so very lucky to be so very in love with the right person.

Happy 8th month to us. :)

To give up, or not to give up

When girlfriends hang out, they become mad people. And what's a hangout without good food (Sushi Tei), good recreation (neoprints) and good company?

Waiting for more photos from Fay, but we'll just have to settle for all these first.

In the meanwhile, I'm still fighting my decision to take Monday classes. Seriously, I'm not really keen on the change of timing (the 'management', as what they call themselves, drew up an impossible timetable), because most parents are taking their children off the list. And the 'management' still hasn't come to their senses. Sometimes, I really wonder why am I still lingering in the center when I have better pay prospects out there with no bonds, no 'management' to accomodate, no screaming kids, no rigid timetables and no lingering eyes over the class. Little wonder Hong Ying and Jessica are not committing. Maybe I should weigh my options as well.
Perhaps the only consolation I had yesterday was having one of my students top her class in English. And this has been all I needed to fuel my engine.

And my aunt had to come down and start nagging at me early in the morning.
'You better eat more walnuts since you're not eating meat.'
'How heavy are you ah? 50kg?'
'You better take milk instead of soymilk. It's not enough nutrition for you.'
'Don't go on a diet ah.'
'Don't be too picky. Just eat your food, no need to choose.'
I'm going crazy. She makes it sound as though I'm on the verge of being admitted to IMH for an eating disorder. But those who know me knows that I wouldn't give up good food for the world.
What the...

Another day without the boyfriend.

High School Musical 3: Senior Year

It's been a long time since I caught a musical. I even forgot that the actors and actresses actually had to sing.
*laughs*
Anyway, we were lucky to catch the first show of the movie on the premiere day (today) with good seats and at a relatively good price. Although I can't really agree with the way the actors handled their relationship with each other (it's perhaps due to the plot or something's just... not right), I loved the songs in the movie. Not much was elaborated about the leads (the producers had expected all audience to be such hard-core fans of HSM), so I was pretty lost at the start. But it kind of synced with what I captured from HSM 1, so it wasn't that bad.
But Zac and Vanessa are just cute.

I don't know what the head honcho is doing, but I'm pretty lost as to how to continue from here. I just hope those poor children won't become victims of poor coordination.