Spur of the moment

I read through my life, from when I was 14, and got a bit nostalgic. Thought I'd dedicate this post to my girls who've been a constant throughout my sec school and JC years. If you ask me how this clique started out, I'd say I have no idea. I think it had to do with people thinking that khng and I were twins in sec 1, hard to believe I know, but our close-sounding names didn't make it easier to distinguish us. 

HOW THE HELL DID WE LOOK ALIKE?

haha she looks gorgeous here as usual

Anddd I got to know Tee when Mrs Lawrence put us together to do a project in sec 1. Come to think of it, my first impressions of her were quite funny. We were supposed to meet up after school everyday to do up a ppt for Mrs Lawrence and I didn't have a laptop at that point in time, so Tee had to bring hers. But on Monday she came to me saying that she'd bought a new laptop over the weekend so it's easier for us to do the project. I still remember thinking that either she's insane or filthy rich (though I think both descriptions are still valid to this date hahah). But even though we were grouped together, we still weren't that close, I think it was actually khng who brought us all together and we started going out together and doing a lot of funny stupid shit (wonder if khng still has the boil dance video when we were making tee's birthday cake). And both khng and tee knew fatin, so naturally I got to know her too! And I guess that's how we started of! But I'm incredibly thankful for having this bunch of people in my life, and for putting up with me (I do a lot of nasty things, including stealing tee's nice pens, no not stealing, I actually told her I'm taking it, she just gave me lol). And I love how I can just crash their houses as and when I like, it's incredibly fun even though we sometimes just sit around and do nothing. Or huddle up together to watch movies or camwhore! I'm incredibly blessed to have them! Love ya girls!(:

Okay gtg the bitch is coming to crash my house soon.

I once told Keith that if I were to have a superpower, it would be the ability to read people's minds. I find people so incredibly hard to fathom, like you'll never know what they're actually thinking. I just find people so incredibly scary sometimes, like how they can plaster a fake smile upon their face when they actually hate you inside.

This isn't what I want, but I'll take the high road. Maybe it's because I look at everything as a lesson, or because I don't want to walk around angry, or maybe it's because I finally understand. There are things we don't want to happen, but have to accept. Things we don't want to know, but have to learn. And people we can't live without, but have to let go.

Damn you for thinking that this is easy for me.

STUNNING GREECE

Chanced upon a schoolmate's blog a while ago and felt pretty inspired to blog after reading some of her posts. I am pretty envious, to say the least, of the fact that her parents actually allow her to travel alone/ with a partner friend to countries such as London. I have always wanted to do that, to just pack my bags and leave for a destination unknown. But with a bank account like mine and somewhat overprotective parents who has made it clear that I'm not travelling to any country alone, the chances of me actually doing that is almost close to nil. My dad has promised to sponsor me in those university school exchange programmes to countries such as UK and US, provided that I actually get into NUS/NTU, IF I actually get in. I guess that's my closest bet to having an expenses paid overseas trip at the age of 18/19. But pushing reality aside, one of the top 10 places that I really want to visit before I die would be Greece.

I can't say exactly when I actually took an interest in the country, but I'm just so intrigued by the history and architecture of the place. Moreover, they have GORGEOUS BEACHES.

Falassarna Beach in Crete, which is a small island to the South of Athens

Sacred Monastery of Arkadi

Imbros Gorge

 Castello del Molo (Koules)

THEY EVEN HAVE CASTLES

Rethymnon Old Town

Speed limit of 20km/hr! Love this quaint little town!

AHHHH reading all the reviews of the place is making me want to visit Greece more. Sigh wish I could just hop onto a plane right now. MONEY WHY WON'T YOU GROW ON TREES? Life would be so much better then.

June Hols

Since I'm so restless today, and work doesn't seem like a viable option, I shall blog about the June hols! 

Had dinner with the touch ruggers and Meph at Marćhe. Food wasn't awesome, even the rosti didn't manage to impress me. Met up and got a lil shopping done with the amk buddies before dinner time though. Andddd this season's clothes are to die for! Can't wait for Zara sale so I can go crazy on a shopping spree again!

Meph was so touched by our gifts! 

Went with the OG to ABCD! Still can't believe we lasted so long, great bunch of people! Had lunch/dinner at the Prata House near Udders with a couple of the guys after that! Had an interesting sharing session haha!

Went to support this woman who was awesomeeee as usual! <3

Random picture of my cute dad at the dessert shop sis brought us to!

Went to have dinner with the girls before Chanel and Germ went for rock concert! Haha first time I ever had the guts to wear a bodycon dress out!

Eliz looks amazing as usual! We went to get our nails done after Chanel and Germ left for the concert. I was quite surprised when Eliz said that it was her first time having a pedicure. But she loved it yayy! 

Went to JB to get a haircut from our favorite hairdresser while tee was home alone while her family was in Spain! Took a good 30 minutes of pounding on the door before she finally woke up! (Pardon the act cute face, we were bored in the car.)

Lunched with the bitch + yinggit + pao and chatted for a bit!

Lingying invited me to USS with her family because she had an extra ticket. Had fun chasing all the characters around trying to snap photos with them! Thanks lingying! <3

Look at the way I'm holding onto Shrek lol. Shrek my future husband. Had a good mind to crop Fiona out haha!

Random but I so wanna get that headband! It should probably hide my huge forehead quite well!

Ok dad's back. Time for lunch. Bye!(:

Restless

I absolutely hate Sundays because they're a constant reminder of how my life should be and yet isn't. I wished I had friends that jioed me out on a Sunday brunch, or maybe like a Sunday shopping spree but seems like everyone is hard at work mugging for mid years. Sometimes I wonder what makes my life so different from that of my sister's, well because her 18-year-old life consisted of going out almost everyday, be it for celebrating a friend's birthday, shopping, or having lunch/dinner/breakfast with different groups of people almost everyday. I can't help but feel that I'm wasting my life away.

TOUCH RUGBY

Today's the last day of my touch rugby season. I'm having this desperate urge to jot down everything related to touch rugby lest I forget it in future. Memory fades quickly and becomes impossible to grasp once it fades.
In summary, we came in 5th if I'm not wrong, behind SRJC,SAJC,PJC and JJC. 5th isn't a really good placing to be honest, but at least we have kept our 5th place tradition (we have been getting 5th for the past 3 years or so).

I still recall around this time last year, I was still loafing around at home having only one service CCA which required little commitment (for the start of the year at least). Then came this fateful day when I couldn't take the inactivity anymore and decided to email the touch rugby teacher in charge to ask if it was possible for me to still tryout for touch rugby. Till now, I'm grateful that I actually sent that email. My parents were against my joining of touch rugby as an additional CCA, citing the commitment required as well as the "roughness" of the sport. The word Rugby just didn't go down well with them. But I was adamant. Having 4 years of experience as a basketballer, I had gotten used to going down for training and juggling sports with academics. Initially when I first joined, I never knew I would come this far. I never envisioned myself actually taking part in the season as I hadn't been the best basketballer. But somewhere along the way, I fell in love with the sport. Maybe it's how there's no shooting of balls involved (I have always been terrible at it), but touch rugby has given me some of the best memories I have in Raffles. I can really say that we trained hard. Training was almost non-stop since April last year and our team even travelled to the NUS field to train when we couldn't use the school field. I'll always remember how we had 400m sprints every Thursday under timed conditions, or how we ran 40 minutes non-stop around the NUS campus. Despite the crazy training we had, I'll also always remember the laughter we shared and the crazy things we did (attempted April's Fool Joke on Meph). I can't say that I'm not upset that our effort has not translated into results, but I've learnt to move on (or maybe I've cried enough). All in all, I can say that touch rugby has been one of the best experiences of my life to date and I'm glad to have met each and everyone of them.

The mud is our blood

Run hard, play hard, for the try. RAFFLES.

Fool

How often do you find a person that admires your weird little habits, puts up with your shit, and still can say they like you at the end of the day?

I must be a fool.

2013

Hello worldlings!

It's the first post of 2013 and again, I've ditched the mountain of homework I have to blog (not a very smart move considering school starts in 5 days). But today I really want to write about my dad. I've always wanted to write about my dad; like REALLY write about him, his quirks, his likes, his habits. I've tried to do it several times, but always fail to do so because the right words never seem to come to me. Most of the time, I'd just replace it with poems or pictures about dads in general. But today, I'm going to write about the man himself.

I've only known my dad for 17 years and counting (well, my whole life I guess). He is semi bald now and has a paunch, I guess most middle-aged men look like that. But he often brags about how handsome he was when he was young, with his bell bottom jeans (fashion of his time) and cool shades. He is the youngest in his family, with 2 older sisters and 2 older brothers. He has another older brother but he died of lung cancer at a young age. Sometimes I wonder how it would be like if this uncle was still alive, whether he would be funny and shower us with gifts or whether he would be just another distant uncle. But lets not dwell on that. My father sets out a patriarchal figure in our household and though my sister and I like to joke around with him and try to push his buttons, I think we both have this respect for him as patriarch of the family. He has never hit me (at least since a very long time ago), and I guess I try my best to make sure he never does. Well he is happiest when we make him proud with our results or when he strikes 4D/Toto. He once said to me, "the best gift I can give you in life is an education, so you make sure you work hard.". These words have been ingrained in my mind, and I guess it's part of the reason why I work as hard as I do (sometimes, at least). He always tell us about the rough childhood and teenage years he had, because he wasn't really handed the opportunity of having education and had to work to pay for his school fees and shuffle between different uncles' houses to study. He tells us how poor he was in the past, about how he could only afford nasi-lemak at a certain stall and only watch others drink fizzy drinks during special occasions (they were expensive in the past). And yet despite his humble beginnings, he is never stingy. When I was considering whether to choose RJC as my first choice after receiving my o-level results, and one major factor holding me back was the school fees ($450 ++ per month just for school fees alone). He told me that I should just go ahead with it and said that money isn't something I should worry about now, and that I should just try and make the money's worth by working hard. Ok, maybe that doesn't really prove the point. But he is willing to splurge on family trips and what makes me and my sister happy (like ZARA clothes, or hotel buffets). Yet he doesn't buy many things for himself, I think the bulk of what he spends for himself goes to Toto and 4D tickets, as money-wasting as I may find them to be. 

Argh, I have to go now. I should probably continue this some other day with another post on my mum! Alright that's all for today!

Toodles!