Wheeeeeee !

I want to bask under the sunshine with a cosmo on one hand and a cigarette on the other. I want to float downstream on a trip to nowhere on a giant lily pad with At First Sight in hand and a biscotti tin with a cup of rich foamy cappuccino. I wish I had a private jet with a hunky handsome pilot and he will whisk me away on the airplane right now to a cold cold place so I could make snowmen and roast marshmallows by the dancing naked flames.

Okay, that was so not logical. My happy mini holiday started right after the paper on Friday. And since then, programs were lined back to back I had no time to breathe easy. I've been happily squandering my sleeping hours meeting up with my happy pills and we all had a ridiculously good time and no I'm not complaining. And as I'm enjoying the time of life, my wallet got so much thinner. SO! This really marks the end of my holiday, see I told you it's mini! It's time I settle down and find a job so I can sustain my extravagant lifestyle. Though extravagant I totally dig my life now and how I can wake up with no worries and no formulas or graphs to memorise. Saturday, army talks and what's not. Sunday, I sat and daydreamed at cissa's spent 4 long hours waiting for everyone. Off to bishan for prawning with two noisy and sanbat bitches. It was really embarrassing when I fished nothing for two solid hours, the lovely vendor auntie want to laugh at me somemore. Never mind the mockery, anutie was really nice to extend half an hour foc for us all because I flashed her my megawatt smile and teh-ed to her that the pool got no prawns or whatsoever then she went back to her fridge got out one fucking big bag of prawns, she said "just in case you cant catch any prawns EVEN with the extra time". Half an hour extra time to one full hour, nothing got hooked, I don't know what happened to my cheow's so called beginners luck. But at the end of the day we all went home happily with prawns swimming in our tummies, mahaa. Monday, beerfest at Alley's. I don't know who's idea was that but I know my wallet fell to its death on that night. In attendance, us three girls with siva, brendan and benkoh. Pints of kilkenny and erdinger kept appearing on our table like it's for free. Peektures.

he is one funny chindian

to more happy beer filled days

Tuesday, causaden with many bros (not mine, teng's), bestf and kong. Night started at 8ish, home at 1ish (?). No peektures but 10bucks per jug san miguel nearly killed us all, period. Wednesday, mambojambo. Drinks drinks and more drinks. I can't believe kenny didn't bother to say hello. Apologies to bestf. I love you okays. Thurday, dinner at vivo with the bunch of sjc girls. The meal wasn't that fantastic, the environment wasn't that great either. I had millions of eyes staring at me, not actually staring but I know they are looking at me from the corner of their eyes. Sensitive? I don't think so. Arena for the rest of the night. Mambo was damn zai but the music went downhill when bestf and brendan came over.

I'm too lazy to go on, that's all for now. Come'on kids, send me photos okay.

we sing, we dance

A few hours ago I was sitting at Starbucks, this time round I wasnt racing against time to have as much details into my already pan fried brain. I was having a cuppa and enjoying the world go past. This exam wasn't like most of the exams I had during the poly days. Most of the time, I walked out of the hall frozen and pouting and knowing that I did the paper half-fuckly. I swear the mothercheebs in London had his/her brain fried too, that's why he had the cheek to set such atrocious papers. The last paper on friday was pretty much fucked too, the questions we spot didnt appear and I took say one and a half to finish and the other half hour mini-mining which answers should I choose or cancel out. And when I met the rest at coffeebean and told them my dilemma, I got laughed at straight in my face. It was really tough having to choose the correct answer and thank god for bf's wedding plans that saved my sorry ass. The rest of friday was fully made use of till the last minute, mahjong, tv shows, movie and dimsum at geylang17. Im glad that everything is finally o.v.e.r . Oh wells, it's farewell to late nights, airport, mac student meal fish burger extra cheese no tartar sauce for now, it's time I enjoy my holidays, well it's my well deserved break.

I had a talk with ruiping and we have big plans drawn up for the coming month when chubcheeks is back in sunny Singapore. She told me about the fortune teller she went to a few weeks ago and I think Im going too. HA! I think I so need some directions in life, right not?

And now Im typing on cissa's mac, (I so can't wait for blackmac to come, that's beside the point) we are waiting for time to pass, waiting for esther to be done, calling all others who are interested, waiting for yeye to sleep so we can engage in our adrenaline rushing activity.

Life will be good from now till the day when uol decides to release the results. Life will be good if DaddyO decides to resume my allowance and increase it to 80buckeroos. Life will be good if I can get DaddyO to sponsor mrblackmac. Life will be good if God decides to rain more and blow more wind to sengkang.

Life will be good. Life will be good. Life will be good.

tgi friday is coming

Woots, frrri friday is so coming my way. Heh, I cant stop smiling to myself.

i'm (not) fine, how are you?

The last two paper lowered my morale big time. This school I'm enrolled for killed my drive to study, like totally. I hardly study so hard for my paper and still cant secure a pass grade. FYI, I started revision since the end of CNY, which means I had three months to start on my modules, revise and re-revise BUT Friday saw me leaving the hall feeling low and depressed. Actually it wasnt the first paper that left me demoralised and depressed, the first paper on thursday didnt go too well either. When I thought I had the chance to pass accounts for once, I came out knowing I was aiming for the impossible. All along during the poly days, I hated accounts like how I abhor cockroaches and I always get a big fat D when the result slips came. Fast forward three years when I finally understood accounts and hope for a pass which is just a fucking 34marks, the paper had to be so tedious. I seh-ed for at least half an hour before the end of the paper thinking about what to do if I fail all four. Drop out, transfer or get a fucken job. Met the rest, their faces were like mine, maybe except for Raine, that silly girl get so hyped up I thought she could easily pass but she was just being herself. Sulked and sighed, called everyone else but they all needed to wait for the car. And I waited, when the call finally came at 11ish, I decided I was too tired and restless to do anything and so I slept all the way till the next morning.

Like what teng says, bell shape curve, moderation. Oh wells, I pray for the best.

rebirth

This is where it should be, hopefully for the remaning years. Love it or hate it, whatever that pops your cherry baby.