Finally - updates.
Sorry I kind of disappear without a notice. I tried to blog once and that attempt was stymied when my laptop restarted on me for some unknown reason.
Yes, yes. Updates.
So I’ve been busy unpacking and packing my room because mum decided to get us new furniture since our* cupboard was falling apart. So I’ve been at it for approximately a week by now and it’s still pretty much a mess. So photos after I am done.
(* FYI: I share my room with my elder sis.)
It’s only with the new furniture that I realize how grossly mismatched my old furniture were. I mean I know they are mismatched, but I didn’t think it was THAT bad. Good riddance!
Did I mention – I hate packing my room? Urg. There are so many random items lying around that you don’t know what to do of them.
Like gifts from random people. You can’t throw them away, but if you keep them, you know these things will be around and left untouched for the next coupla’ years (till you pack your room again).
And letters and cards – friends, boyfriend, lover-wannabes. Then there are also old school uniforms, (tonnes of) band tee-shirts, (millions of) starhub tee-shirts.
I mean tell me! What did you do to yours? Bah.
In this mayhem, here’s one notable event.
Lo and behold – the worst chat-me-up line:
For one, he ain’t even cute, or young as a matter of fact. He look like he could be my dad, had he been erm, "adventurous" in his younger days.
He called twice – once to ask if his screwdriver in my new cupboard, and the second to tell me he found it. And it is in the latter that he ask if we could be friends and that his fellow colleague is interested in knowing my sister.
Seriously, what the f is he thinking?
I think it’s not the screwdriver they left behind, but their screws. Bonkers, really.
One last update before I end it off.
I met up with Leisha, together with Ting (and Lynett and Amanda briefly) on Friday before she is due to fly back to Atlanta this morning. It’s great seeing her and to know she is doing fine since our last meet-up in Aug ’04.
The blithe days we had in our lower secondary seems so far away. Childish politics. Boys. Discoveries. In retrospection, we didn’t think how we would turn out seven, eight years down the road.
We all turn out to be quite different (with positive connotation) and I’m glad the bond is here to stay.
Till the three of us meet in 2008, take care darlings. :)
12 August 2004
20 January 2006
(Will update when I get the photos from Leisha.)
Yes, yes. Updates.
So I’ve been busy unpacking and packing my room because mum decided to get us new furniture since our* cupboard was falling apart. So I’ve been at it for approximately a week by now and it’s still pretty much a mess. So photos after I am done.
(* FYI: I share my room with my elder sis.)
It’s only with the new furniture that I realize how grossly mismatched my old furniture were. I mean I know they are mismatched, but I didn’t think it was THAT bad. Good riddance!
Did I mention – I hate packing my room? Urg. There are so many random items lying around that you don’t know what to do of them.
Like gifts from random people. You can’t throw them away, but if you keep them, you know these things will be around and left untouched for the next coupla’ years (till you pack your room again).
And letters and cards – friends, boyfriend, lover-wannabes. Then there are also old school uniforms, (tonnes of) band tee-shirts, (millions of) starhub tee-shirts.
I mean tell me! What did you do to yours? Bah.
In this mayhem, here’s one notable event.
Lo and behold – the worst chat-me-up line:
“I think I left my screwdriver in your cupboard.”Don’t sneer ‘cause that’s what the guy who moved my cupboard said before proceeding with his erm, chat (unsuccessfully of course).
For one, he ain’t even cute, or young as a matter of fact. He look like he could be my dad, had he been erm, "adventurous" in his younger days.
He called twice – once to ask if his screwdriver in my new cupboard, and the second to tell me he found it. And it is in the latter that he ask if we could be friends and that his fellow colleague is interested in knowing my sister.
Seriously, what the f is he thinking?
I think it’s not the screwdriver they left behind, but their screws. Bonkers, really.
One last update before I end it off.
I met up with Leisha, together with Ting (and Lynett and Amanda briefly) on Friday before she is due to fly back to Atlanta this morning. It’s great seeing her and to know she is doing fine since our last meet-up in Aug ’04.
The blithe days we had in our lower secondary seems so far away. Childish politics. Boys. Discoveries. In retrospection, we didn’t think how we would turn out seven, eight years down the road.
We all turn out to be quite different (with positive connotation) and I’m glad the bond is here to stay.
Till the three of us meet in 2008, take care darlings. :)
20 January 2006
(Will update when I get the photos from Leisha.)
min was shopping at 10:14:00 PM
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