twentythree y.o. geographer, barista, yoga practitioner. University College London. born and bred in the lil' island of Singapore. constantly searching for answers. extremely flawed, especially when it comes to imposing standards on others, expecting too much, not knowing when to close her mouth (to shut the fuck up or to stop eating). too crazy for her own good and has to be taken with a massive handful of salt. adores backpacking, hitch-hiking, hill-walking, red wine, whiskey, cocktails, fine food and good conversations.
REMINDER:
"open your heart. someone will come. someone will come for you. but you'd have to open your heart first."
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| Sunday, May 05, 2013
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Blogging cause I have a fucking million things to do but, as a permanent resident of the nation of Procrasti (rejecting citizenship btw), I am fulfilling my national service by doing a blog post instead of - planning my Hong Kong trip, planning my China trip, downloading Korean dramas for my Hong Kong trip... Too fucking lazy.
Currently listening to Note, god knows what song it is cause I sadly cannot read Thai. Secretly (OK now it is not a secret) wish I were Japanese or Thai. Japan cause of the fucking good music and the wonderful culture and the beautiful place, good snow and awesome food. Thailand cause of the fucking pretty girls and the amazing people. Fucked up though, damn unfair those pretty girls spoil market. I WANT NOTE'S ALBUMS BUT FUCK WHY ARE THEY FUCKING UNAVAILABLE IN SINGAPORE BLOODY CHEEBAI SO MUCH FOR GLOBALIZATION /sorry rant over.
Speaking of which, I have been reading people's itineraries for Bangkok trips and stuff (too many people are holidaying in BKK, pfft) and I realized how wonderful my trip planning skills are. I think I am one of the only persons that actually use a fucking map in planning my trip. I have seen itineraries of people going to Platinum and then going to Pratunam like a few days later? Like fuck you Pratunam is just opposite of Platinum couldn't you have gone there when you went to Platinum?
Sorry I am very very vulgar today - suspect it is because of the meetup I had with my wonderful friends: Puikay, Lihui and Chanyong :) (used to say Chandi but Chandi is the name of a chef at Kraze, so...)
Small eyes like always~ suspect this is cause I was looking at a bus that came HAHA.
So blessed to have them as friends; guess what they said was true - that you will find your closest friends in secondary school. If any of you are reading this (I doubt it btw HAHA), thank you for being such amazing friends all these years (coming on the 5th year!). You guys have seen me through my ugliest stage (both physically and in terms of my behavior) but you all love me nonetheless :'))) It suddenly struck me really badly last night while I was walking home - how are we going to keep in contact and meet up when I am overseas HOW HOW HOW :( will we reach a point when we run out of topics in common and people to bitch about? :( Our attempts to have video calls with Parky have already failed, will they be the same for me with all the bad connection and time difference and what not? :(
WHAT TO DO WHAT TO DO :(((
It also struck me really badly how secondary school was so fucking awesome in comparison of JC. The reminiscing of past incidents (cannot fucking believe that I forgot so many of them) made me miss secondary school life. Things were so fucking awesome and so fucking fun. For the entire four years, I was in a class that was
1. Looked down upon by both fellow students and teachers
2. Rebellious (well, more of a disregard for authority)
3. Boisterous
4. Just damn fucking awesome
There were so many occurrences of us talking back to teachers, doing fucking guailan things to school authority, such as
1. When Fat Yeo asked me (the class chairman) if the class was being rude or something, I replied that "no, we are just funny" or something like that. Got screwed pretty badly but later Fat Yeo praised me for having leadership qualities HIAHIAHIA
2. Us pasting up posters for the cookie sales, getting screwed by Jesse Lim (fuck you Fatty for grassing on us you fucking cheebai), and me writing an awesome letter to her HAHAHA.
SPEAKING OF WHICH IF ANYONE STILL HAS A COPY OF MY AWESOME LETTER PLEASE SEND IT TO ME THANK YOU VERY MUCH I NEED TO FRAME IT UP IN MY ROOM.
3. "Consent forms" created so that our class could fill in why we did not want to attend prom (a stroy recounted yesterday that I, alas, forgot)
Secondary school was four years of fun and games and mistakes. And thank you to the friends that I made in secondary school - for being there for me, for being through it all with me, and for all the fun, the laughter that we had :')))
WE NEED A FUCKING NAN HUA JUNIOR COLLEGE OK.Labels: daily, friends, thoughts
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