I have always love how flawless black and white pictures are. You don’t need to edit the pictures. It’s perfect that way. I wish life was too. But life in black and white would be oh-so-boring, that would mean no colors. If the world no longer had color, I’d rather die then.
And oh, another thing I can’t live without is food. Especially the beef noodles from Sang Kee.
“I’m no doubt insufferable. I can be such a pain in the ass at times, but so can you.”
Today (the first half of it) officially sucks.
6.40 am: I woke up late with a bad hair fringe day.
7.10 am: I was late (after making Marmite and Nescafe coffee).
7.15 am: I didn’t have time for my usual honey cornflakes with cold low fat fresh milk.
7.40 am: I realized I had spilt Marmite on my pants; it looked like as though I peed in pants.
7.45 am: Tried to dry it with tissues, no luck. I am not ever going to use any other brand of thermos cup except Thermos. Other cups leaked.
8.10 am: Class starts. I can’t concentrate in class even with coffee.
11.00 am: Class ends. I feel like shit.
11.15 am: Tried to borrow a book at the self check-out counter in the library.
11.20 am: Still at the counter trying to remember my password. A library guy came and helped me reset my password.
11.22 am: Tried to read the book. Surprisingly, I lost interest in the book within minutes. So not like myself. I love books.
12.37 am: Back home. Starving myself even though my mom offered to make chicken sandwich toast for me.
Hmm, looking back, it kind of looks like as though I made my life shit for myself. I guess this is what makes me insufferable; like how I’ll never stop complaining how much my life sucks. And how much I like to grab my friend’s phone and start sending out random texts to his contacts. Or how I would bash some sweet status messages on my friend’s statuses. And how childish am I in front of you.
You know what I feel like now? I feel like I'm caught between going to Hawaii or to Maldives. (By the way, I’d choose both.)
Note: I’m using analogies, so you might not get me.
Hmm, actually it’s not exactly like that.
It’s more like having this huge magic rock on my shoulders but I’m not sure whether I should carry it with me. Well, you see this magic rock might be useful to me in my future adventures. But the bloody problem is that if I carry this magic rock with me, I might break my shoulders because it weighs like 10000 kg. I might even break my legs. If that happens, my adventures ends. I don’t think I can handle that because my life are these adventures. And I do have this person who said he’ll help me carry this rock at times. So, the burden isn’t that much, but I don’t really want to trouble him and depend on him too much. Hmm. I’m caught in a fix, obviously. The question now is whether I should decide to carry this rock or not.
Sighs. I wish I was a superwoman. Actually speaking of super powers, if I have a choice to have one superpower, I’ll choose to have the power to take something out from something. Haha, bet you’re lost. What I mean is that let’s say there is a picture of this Bebe dress in the magazine, I could use my power to take the picture and make it life size, like I can wear it too. What an awesome power right?
I think I need to grow up. I’m going to turn 18 this Friday. I can’t wait to see if I’ll turn into an adult when the clock strikes 12. Guess we’ll see then. And oh for my birthday, I want…. everything. Haha, if you know me, you’ll know what makes me happy.
Oh, I’ll like to apologize to youknowwhoyouare. I’m sorry that I had to poke your injured heart. :)
Quote David Archuleta - There's somethin' 'bout love that breaks your heart.
They help me study. Someone owes me 18 more of these sugary study helpers.
Oh dear God, I am so frustrated with Blogger and Windows Live Writer. They are messing with my post format and all. I hate this, I really do. You have no idea how many times I pulished, deleted and republished my post again and again. And oh, I want to apologize for my last post. I know it’s a rather boring and dry post. I somehow lost my inspiration midways when I was blogging. Well, at least the pictures were bearable right? Sighs.
Anyway, because this is a random post so I’m posting a few random shots of my sister. I’ll be back to (serious) blogging soon.
Contact Information: Khuntai Restaurant
I’m feeling random. Hmm. I actually have loads that I wish to blog about but I’m not quite sure where to begin. I guess I’ll just start with some camwhored pictures I took yesterday. Oh, yea. Speaking off yesterday, I had my first progress test for Law and Business Finance; scored 70 plus for both of them. Satisfied, yes; considering the fact that I didn’t finish reading and doing the question bank for both the subjects. I had a good tutor. Thanks, Cheok for all your last minute inputs.
Kah Wai claimed that I look like a boy in the first picture. I kind of really like the pictures. ♥
And oh, I’ve got something I want someone to read (you know who you are).
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”
- Bob Marley on How To Love A Woman
“ Baby are you okay,
I hope that you are in good shape,
And you’re not tied up in stress,
And if it’s my luck you’ll wear a dress,
10 minutes past your birthday,
Kept you waiting for me,
Well I got stuck finding the cake,
And that’s why I was late.” – Lyrics from Bunkface’s You and Me.
This song is a super awesome song. If you don’t think so, go shoot yourself. I’m joking. Haha.
I’m a bit hyper from all the Skittles I ate since afternoon. The sourish Skittles is love. The person who bought it is awesome.
I am tired; emotionally, physically, mentally. Monday was hell. I had a 6 hours Law class and a 3 hours Business & Finance class. Today, I only had 3 hours of Law and 3 hours of B & F. This weekend I have two progress tests. I know this is part and parcel of what I signed up for when I enrolled myself in this course. But hey, I am here to release some of those stress that have been building up inside me. Emotionally drained because I’m so tired of the whole thing which seem to happen again and again. Just when I thought things was getting better, it had to screw up. Sighs. I have other obligations too. I’m going to need to sort those things out. I’m in a fix too. Should I quit? But I am not a quitter.
Anyway, I haven’t been posting much pictures. I’ll post some random pictures here, kays?
Today, the 16th of July is Cecilia Yeow’s birthday. It would have been a normal one if we did according to Reuben’s plan, after cancelling the earlier water ballon idea. So, I thought why not use flour instead. And we actually planned to surprise Reuben but I messed up when I asked him to take the cake from the cafeteria. He saw his name on it already. I’m so dumb. But we did have fun ‘flour-ing’ Reuben and Cecilia. Here is some pictures; I’m sorry I’m not going to post much. It is simply because I lost the mood after something happened. Just enjoy the pictures.
I thought yesterday was hell for me; but at least yesterday was about managing my time well which I thought I did pretty well except the fact that I went to bed at 1.30 am. But it was worth it. So, I can safely say that yesterday’s ‘shit’ was still within my control. But today’s ‘shit’ was “Whoa.” It was obviously beyond my control and yes, because of what happened I screw up my oh-so-good time management. I took a far too long nap than what I needed; yes, I like to punish myself for taking a long nap. And up to now, I haven’t done anything productive unless you count slacking as productive. But I need get a shorter fringe after my class ended today.
See the last picture of the three; the one on your right hand side? Yes, that is my latest look. I’ll probably keep that look for say two weeks at most?
Today is the day when yellow is lime green. How awesome is that. Does that mean that today could be a day where I am just not myself?
I have always known that shit happens and that when they happened, you just got to pack your things and move on with life. So, can I pack up my things and leave this shit behind? I can’t.
There are only three things I wish to do now; swim, bath, leave.
Somehow, today really felt like it was first day in college all over again except this time around I knew my classmates. I could still clearly remember the first day in college. Everyone was so quiet, it took us some time to warm up to each others but look at us now, we are no doubt a noisy bunch.
The first semester was a kind of like a mild rollercoaster ride, you know the ones where kids could still ride on. I had some good time and some not-so-okay time back then. But it wasn’t bad. Now, we have arrived to the second semester. I’d like to think of it as a clean slate, a chance to start anew.
The first thing I did before starting college was to get a whole new, tad drastic look. I thought, ‘Hey, it’s a new semester. Why not try something I have never did before in my entire life.’ So, I got myself a fringe. It should have been no biggie, it is just a fringe after all. But not for me; I never had fringe in my life. It is because my hair is actually curly making it quite impossible to have fringe.
And now, I do have fringe. [Don’t laugh. You have been warned.]
A whole different me, eh? My dad was one of the first ones to see me in my new hairstyle and he said I looked like a ‘lala’, my mom said it made me look so much younger; she didn’t quite like it but she didn’t hate it either, my sister just laughed her head off and said she didn’t recognized me.
Bottom line is they prefer the old hairstyle and I think they need some time getting used to me. For my friends, I guess some of them didn’t recognize me. But it definitely wasn’t as bad as I had imagined. Thanked God.
So, back to today. I had my first Law class with Miss Pushpa and I think I should be okay so far (it’s only the first class anyway). But I am worried for the first half of my semester, seeing the fact that I have to do two core ICAEW subjects in three months. I really have to juggle my time properly. Our study manuals itself can be used to whack someone’s head and I won’t be surprise if the person faints. I mean 'LOOK at IT’.
I honestly don’t know what was going through your mind then, but I’d like you to know that I had your bloody text in my mind the whole day. ‘Anything… Have a nice day.’ Just exactly who am I? Have you stopped caring enough about me already? I wonder if this is the start of you fool. I mused, could this be the start of something which might lead the unthinkable? Maybe I’m overreacting or maybe you’re not yourself when you typed that text out. I really don’t know and I really don’t like this. I just thought you should know this.
Honestly, I have no idea how textured nails are supposed to look like. It’s just a term I coined up when I woke up from my nap and took a look at my not-so-freshly-coated nails. They look like this;
Omigod, right? Imagine my horror when I woke up to find my nails being texture-ized by (I think) my constant tossing-around-in-my-bed during the nap. And I can say it is a very bad habit of mine to sleep after applying a fresh coat of paint to my nails; it happens almost every time. Guys, if you’re thinking that it is the process of doing my nails that exhaust me I would actually agree with you. I kind of actually loathe the process of doing my nails. The worst part of it would have to be painting my nails. I never do get it right. I’d either have air bubbles or textured nails. I’d figure that since this is the state my nails is going to be for a long long time, I might as well start liking having textured nails.
And oh, my mum can paint nails really really well. I so envy her. She did my toe nails and boy, they are perfect. Why didn’t I get that gene from her?
I think I shall end my post here. I’ve got to pack for tomorrow. It’s back to college and this time around I will be armed with notepad (something I didn’t had to use in my first semester), highlighters in multiple colour and a positive mindset that I can indeed take on Law and Business Finance.
Come to think of it, I'm a avid blogger but I don't recall ever blogging in details how life is in Sunway for me. I think this post here; When Innovation Meets CFAB Students is the closest thing I posted in details. I really like that post anyway.
For me, college life is an entirely different experience from my high school life. In high school, there are boundaries and what not. I'm not saying that college has no boundaries, it's just that in college you've got more freedom but it comes with responsibilties too. And I honestly feel that what makes college so much more fun (for me, at least) is the company there. Try coming to my class one day, then you'll see why. We even have our own very active group on Facebook. I've never been a person who is excited to go to class but now, I missed not going to class. Ironic.
Class starts on July 6th. Can’t wait. :)
But the first three months will be hell. We have to do do core ICAEW subjects in 3 months. Watch me jump down the building?
Problem: I got a three weeks break from college. I didn’t want to rot at home. Solution: I found myself a job, working in a toy shop.
Some of my college friends, when they heard that I was going to work for entire three weeks of my semester break called me lifeless ( :] you know who you are ). Well, I don’t exactly blame them. I mean this is my first holiday after studying for around 5 and the half months. I mean it is the first break I get and I dedicated it to work. Not to myself. Only because I know myself too well. Knowing me, I would have rot at home, doing basically nothing everyday. Though I did realize I have a lot of blogging to do; like catching up some bits of my life I have yet to share with the world. Hmm.
What is done and over is I guess, done and over. No point musing in the ‘what ifs’ because I did actually had fun working in Spiele and Schenken; I’ll admit that yes, it was tiring at times but most of the time, I enjoyed myself working there. Here are some snapshots of my workplace.
Of all the different types of jobs I was assigned to, the one I felt was the hardest was completing the packing slip. That means I have to find each items according to the list and guess what, the hundreds over items are scattered everywhere in the storeroom. It doesn’t just end there; I still have to find which rack the items comes from and then find the codes again and finally pack it according to the list. These racks are super high, that is why there is a need for a ladder as you can see from the pictures. I’m lucky I’m not afraid of heights.
My other jobs include
It was a whole new experience working there, doing things I usually won’t do. Even if it is called work, it was fun and what makes the whole experience better was my colleagues. They speak Cantonese. I do too, just not that fluent and yes, if you ever heard me speaking Cantonese, you will laugh your heads off. I am that bad.
Anyway, they are a really nice, friendly and funny bunch of people. On my last day (which was yesterday), two of the girls; Erin and Pei Lin treated me to lunch at a nearby restaurant. And there is also another colleague who was supposed to join us too but he couldn’t as he had to deliver some products. He is nice too; bought me lunch and snacks sometimes.
I might actually miss work and them. :) Thanks, Koo Cheh.
