All the umbrellas

On the way to airport i am reminded of trip to london last september.

Tiramisu at this bustling quirky restaurant near carnaby street. Wet glistening cobblestones lined outside the dessertshop.

Walking along the marble arch,oxford street and bond street in the mid afternoon. Going in to every h&m branch. Ending the evening with the famous duck rice at chinatown.

In between trips at the apartment at elm street. Cozy place to stay.

Squeezing into the tiny bunkbed at 3ducks hostel, with the noisy courtyard separated from our bed by a narrow blue wooden door.

Eiffel tower at midnight.

Wicked at victoria. Hot chocolate drink as we waited for the bus back.

Platform 9 3/4 at king’s cross.

Lobster noodles at this far flung restaurant.

Best ever fish and chip at waterloo.

Why am i digging up tarnished memories.

Write

I can’t wait for the day to come where i can fully devote my time to playing with kikki and abby and training them to be awesome buddies.

Kikki came at a wrong time. I couldnt even look after myself. Abby came earlier, and i had some good memories when she was actually much more friendly and she would lean next to me. She bite my lips before. I guess i look yummy as a carrot.

Really miss them alot. Think i’m the one having separation anxiety here. Sigh.

Can’t wait to play the entire suikoden series too! Ordered theme hospital online. Would be so cool to just vegetate in my room with k&a and collect 108 heroes.

Can’t wait for myself to learn the violin!

Arghhh exams just soooo excruciating. The culmination of 4 years has come to this, yet i am so underprepared. All the hospital stay and cd has taken a toll on my acad.

I have been going off tangent. Something seriously wrong here. Am i doomed to stay back?

Kikki, abby wait for me!

Off tangent

Answered off tangent for the first FP question today. Actually towards the end of the paper i thought about writing it down but then i was like,nahh.

:/

Counting on the compassion of the examiners to let me graduate! I did study after all. Gahh.

Have to be crazily alert from tomorrow onwards.

Thought of another thing to do!

Hi kikki and abby! Miss u (•w•)

Eve

It’s a mighty furnace in my room right now. My stamina has popped. Just want to sit for the paper and regurgitate all the fp and rp facts that’s cramming my brain right now.

Not easy to be a doctor. the designation is playing hard to get.

Can’t wait for the release, for the exams to be over. So many things i want to do. Goes to show im no longer depressed right,ha ha.

Want to just waste 100 hours of my life going through the whole series of suikoden again. Want to start learning the violin! Want to watch hk and jap dramas to my heart’s content. Want to spend alot of time with kikki and abby. Want to really stop eating junk food that i have been eating during the exam phase.

Im getting there!

used tissue?

God, I forgot I had a blog. One whole roller coaster ride of emotions that span a tumultous 6 months period, not enough fingers to transcribe them into words here. In any case, emobear’s not going to have a place here. It’s just too cringe-worthy to bare them all out here, in retrospect I have been a fool. Cue, jack penate.

it’s nice where I am right now. going ’65, turning independent. family ties just got closer. we laugh about really nonsensical things. like ah pui my neighbour. i am growing sideways, unfortunately. i guess its a sign of normalcy. revamped my room so it’s really exciting to be in there.

Time reads 2.48am. I am an illegal camper in my former room at my residence. Room’s all bare and empty, but it makes for a quick and clean exit, unlike relationships. The only downside is that the ceiling fan could barely counter the heat that has been insidiously turning us into baked char siew. the weather has been too unkind on us. Been typing notes about the godly wonders of toothpaste and fluoride whatnots. seriously.

So according to my mum and her lilian too’s suscribed theories, all the misfortunes that thundered down my path are predestined and the only way to counter them is to commit to doing 9 good deeds. I returned a $2 note to a ungrateful boy so that’s one down, 8 to go. Who shall be the lucky one to prey on my goodness and spare me from all the series of bad luck that no amount of pomelo leaves can eradicate.

at this stage of my life, what can i say. been very blessed to have kikki and abby in my life. And it makes for such a warm fuzzy feeling that my parents have taken to both of them. Kikki is getting a little too conversational. Not that it is helping his poop to smell a little more pleasant. He’s a shadow of my mum, and a permanent ironing board fixture to which he lay claim to. he can scratch on it. he can watch all of us with the amazing elevated vantage point. he can sleep on it. cats are intelligent and i quite admire their traits through observations. i used to want to be a rabbit but i think i would rather be a cat now. life is short, might as well concede it to curiosity.

abby is turning into an adult. menarche the sign of her adolescent growth spurt. it can get gross. a trail of smudgy brown marks strewn across haphazardly the marble floor. she has marked the underbelly of my sofa as territory. it looks like a burrow with 3 holes, perfectly for hide and seek. She always pms me by snubbing me if i offer her pellets. Now her palate is too accustomed to the fine dining diet of assorted carrots and woody flakes and corn. It’s amazing how much karma she can attain by going vegetarian. I think I’ll be likely to be seeing kikki instead in my afterlife, whatever that is. Maybe abby can help accumulate karma for us. I think abby is still wonderful although comments seem to be centered on the fact that she is huge now. I don’t call her a dwarf now. either she inherited some gigantism gene or the auntie at srgn north pulled a fast one on me. but i still love abby. she was my companion during hard times.

eve told me to think about what i have been telling myself. what is it.

on a last note, before i return to the ever evolving topic on the use of fluoride,  i’m pretty amazed by the turn of events that would be the hallmark of my turning 23. i thought 22 was a great year, like how one might describe harvest. Funny how things tipped and rewind in a splitting second.

funny how this sound, but i missed ward 33.

ha ha i sounded so fucking depressed.

Daybreak on a Monday

One of the things I like to do is to compare my carefree state against the school going/working people during my rationed holiday.

On Sunday night we met up at eleven thirty. Best thing about midnight showings at this time is that you need not worry about good seats and availability of tickets. We got ourselves a prime spot amid all the heteronormativity of couple seats.

Toy story 3 probably the best Pixar offering of late. I’m just not a ‘up’ fan. Wholesome storyline just don’t do for me. Woody and buzz lightyear return, with numerous hilarious scenes from buzz in Spanish mode, mr potato’s prata incognito, the haunting baby that we all know freaks us more with its harmless and innocent gaze, Rex’s all time bimbotic liners, the Barbie and Ken lovestory and evil doctor pork chop.

For one, this sequel trumps shrek 3. It is at least relevant, and pretty entertaining throughout the 109 minutes.

Post midnight movie, we went downtown on two feet. Night’s a little on the quiet side. Got to Clarke quay at 2.30. In the nick of time for the bra vs civ match. We watched at the verve which thankfully screened all the matches. Ended with a 3-1 with kaka getting a red card. Now, who should I watch it for next time:/

Time passed insanely fast. We walked to boat quay, chatted abit. At about 530 we made our way to raffles city for some yummy hotcakes and bogey coloured scrambled eggs. I like.

This feeling I wanted to relive. It’s a Nick and Norah kind of thing.

Look like it’s over.

How I adore balloons.

I once saw this photo from my friend’s facebook account. Brightly super saturated colored balloons attached on strings to a vespa. Dreamy vignetting cornered a lush green landscape. Oh how fun lomo can be.

I spent the night with my laptop. Hopeless IT twit that I am, trying to format my hard disk which was wrecked by a worm. Or so it seemed. (AVG stopped detecting it after a while. what, it went underground?) For strange reason, even after 9 hours my hard disk retained its pristine folders, unscathed by the drastic clean up action. Puzzling, puzzling. So eventually after downloading softwares which did nothing. I decided to try quick format and alas, it was done.

For a split second work.

I haven’t been doing much. I want to shoot and camp. And my impulsive nature is going crazy at the rate I’m taking to do what I want to do. I don’t like to pan out the things I have to do in advance. It’s a holiday killjoy mode. I want to think, go and do. Already my plan for the next few days is a mega bore. blehhh.

It is so wonderful to sleep in every day. So why do people have to work.