Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Straight after college, Mummy and I went to gather our share (and our dinner). Hanging from but two tiny hooks they swung and swung. 15 each was the rule, though this year we were slipped 20. Hehe...
Ever the most delicious "zhang" I've eaten. The same one my friends promoted to 'rice burger' this year.
'Rice burger' or "zhang", whatever the name, all I can but remember is the way they hung upon the hook, swung and swung.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
What time does the Curve close anyway? Well, Friday nights should account for something, I hope.
TGIF saw a group of nine huddled together for drinks, some nachos, chips and full of catching ups and gossips--- the details I shall keep to ourselves. As if the world had shrivelled and shrunk itself, several (but already quite a number) recognisable faces from our high school strolled pass us. How the world has changed since 5 months ago!
If different groups friendship had their own individual attributes, I suppose this group sends partying vibrations--- crazy and entertaining.
In a good way, of course. There are sure to be adventures popping up in every corner. Like that night, within the 3 hours we spent time there, eyes were already turned at us.
Okay, so it was a double birthday celebration, a signature of TGIF. But there the two of them were, dancing and singing, while we took pictures, videos, and cheered.
"Come on, sing a Jason Mraz song!!!"
So sang we the birthday song, and they made their speech and birthday wishes... and...
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Goodness knows when you'll be able to read this since you'll be all the way in Negeri Sembilan by now. It's so hard to enter that matriculation yet you've been accepted and we are all happy for you. Now you can break free from Form 6 and enter college as you wish. Biology calls for you! Maybe you'll get more than just frogs. And you even get student allowance!
Sigh. You do know, however, that amidst the joy, a queer form of sadness lingers in the air. All of a sudden we were throwing a rushed farewell party and we never expected it to be for you first. No outings. No bike riding. No telephone chats. For one year. Unless you figure out when your next holiday is. Or at least find a way to book a computer in the lab.
Well, this is to a friendship of six years that
You know how hard it is to gather a full gang, right(psst psst)? And yet we managed to rope five yesterday.
"So can you come?"~me
"Actually we had plans to go to Times Square...but..."
"Hmm... is that place far?"
"Yes. Quite. Very."
"How long will she be there?"
"Okay, we're coming."
We had a cheerful chat about the past and 2 months ago to get the thoughts off your mind. And I guess we've been bombarding you with the same questions.For some odd reason the group photos taken by the waitress turned out a little different. Sorry about that.
Oh yes, and may your journey there are from there be safe. Take care. Make friends. Have fun. Earn flying colours. Attack with taekwondo when needed. Don't be overwhelmed by homesick. Don't forget too much. Don't forget to give us a call when you get back. *And de-mature--- you're no longer in Form 6(inside joke)*
Besides, it's not a farewell. Not a good bye. Just a 'see-you-later', right?
Well then, see you later...
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Only that she'll be chasing her dreams far far away from us.
We're happy for her, we really are. Just...sad. Not only the distance taunts us, so does the fact that this means almost no communication until her holidays come about. What about technology, you say? Perhaps, if she manages to find a connection. Sigh.
You know, one thing about high school? Everything changes, and you do expect friends to leave anytime and probably meet after a long, long time.
I didn't see this coming. But you know, I'm pleased, yet it was too sudden so it's sorrowful.
You know, one thing about this? It's a paradox.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I was literally broiling in my seat as my pen started scribbling and my brain broke into two. Look front and someone had very conveniently written one entire page. Perk my right ear and someone else dropped her book onto the ground (which means she'd just finished a question).
The remedy for my heartache was the lovely ice kacang Pa bought for me, and another funny night at English Matters. Boy, I'll simply miss this place when my time is up. Wait...that means in two lessons time!! NOOOoo!! Now how shall I spend my night?
PS. Someone told me when your left eyebrow twitches it's not a good thing, and vice versa.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Today you turn sixteen and
and may your dreams come true.
HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN!!!
~May your year be as sweeeeeeet as sugar, sprinkled with chocolate sprinkles~
Thursday, May 14, 2009
I only wish I could have loaded these photos sooner.
You'll always be the glue that holds our house together...
and the puzzle that completes the family portrait...
and we all know that if we got you flowers, you'd go "How wasteful"
So we decided we'd just turn our words into pictures.
Thank you for everything you've done for us, your ever growing recipe book so that we can have gastronomic adventures, your willingness to lend us your hands and ears(and driving us all over the place), your reprimands, your pearls of wisdom, and your support for our dreams...
Monday, May 11, 2009
Do you remember those wonderful musicals, where its characters suddenly break into a song or a dance(both Hollywood and Bollywood, I mean) and coax others to join in their little chereography?
And maybe you thought they only exist in movies?
Well, I guess you're wrong. This is my first time posting up a video, so do enjoy the sweet side of life!
Fantasy: "Do Re Mi" of 'Sound of Music' literally breaches the walls that divide fantasy from reality.
Reality: This was a Belgian promotional stunt to find someone to play the leading role of 'Sound of Music' on the 23rd of March 2009. Amazing, eh, after only two rehearsals!
Why can't we have such real-life advertisements here??
Friday, May 8, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
Albert Einstein believed in this mentality, and look where that got him? Splattered across every Physics book available! Knowledge, though as vast as it may be, will limit itself in the end...but not imagination!
More often than not, knowledge comes from imagination, right? Even with their supposed scientific research, the idea that we descend from banana crazed primates first stemmed from imagination. Do they not? Okay, now I sense scientists shrugging.
Random memory to thrill the soul:
"Do you know where I can get pepper spray?"(privacy protected)
"No. You can make it yourself..."me
"I DID! I tried with water and pepper, but they can't mix!"
"Try powdered pepper..."
"I DID! It didn't work. And I even put a little in my eyes and they don't sting!!
"Why does a guy need pepper spray?"
"I have an umbrella."
"Umbrellas are too big."
Friday, May 1, 2009
The Bear Says North
'Pretty good!" he thought to himself. "Wouldn't the other animals be surprised if they knew old Osmo had caught a Grouse!"
He was so proud of his feat that he wanted all the world to know of it. So, holding the Grouse carefully in his teeth without injuring it, he began parading up and down the forest ways.
'They'll all certainly envy me this nice plump Grouse," he thought. "And they won't be so ready to call me awkward and lumbering after this, either!"
Presently Mikko, the Fox, sauntered by. He saw at once that Osmo was showing off and he determined that the Bear would not get the satisfaction of any admiration from him. So he pretended not to see the Grouse at all.
Instead he pointed his nose upwards and sniffed. "Um! Um!" grunted Osmo, trying to attract attention to himself.
"Ah," Mikko remarked, casually, "is that you, Osmo? What way is the wind blowing to-day? Can you tell me?"
But the Fox didn't glance at him at all. With his nose still pointed upwards he kept sniffing the air. "It seems to me it's from the South," he said. "Isn't it from the South, Osmo?"
"Um! Um! Um!" the Bear grunted.
"You say it is from the South, Osmo? Are you sure?"
"Um! Um!" Osmo repeated, growing every moment more impatient.
"Oh, not from the South, you say. Then from what direction is it blowing?"
By this time the Bear was so exasperated by Mikko's interest in the wind when he should have been admiring the Grouse that he forgot himself, opened his mouth, and roared out: "North!"
Of course the instant he opened his mouth, the Grouse flew away.
"Now see what you've done!" he stormed angrily, "You've made me lose my line plump Grouse!"
"I?" Mikko asked. "What had I to do with it?"
"You kept asking me about the wind until I opened my mouth - that's what you did!"
The Fox shrugged his shoulders. "Why did you open your mouth?"
"Well, you can't say "North!" without opening your mouth, can you?" the Bear demanded.
The Fox laughed heartily. "See here, Osmo, don't blame me. Blame yourself. If I had had that Grouse in my mouth and you had asked me about the wind, I should never have said, 'North!' "
"What would you have said?" the Bear asked.
Mikko, the rascal, laughed harder than ever. Then he clenched his teeth and said: "East!" --
~Parker Fillmore, Mighty Mikko (1922) ~
PS: Grouse is a kind of bird.
Happy Birthday, Teacher Jo! Though a 'be-earlied' song was all we had for you then, I hope all goes well for a deep dark plan next week.
And yes, this story shall remain with me forever.
Anyway, Happy Holiday to all. And Happy Birthday to you, Teacher Jo!