29thFebruary2008

Happy Leap Day, everyone!

I have been looking forward to this day for the past few weeks.

Alas, I only discovered this week that I am down uber late for work. Until 2130. Who can beat that?

I thought that since this day comes only once every four years, I should be spending quality time on 29 February. But then again, fate decrees that I have no life today.

Have to be a guardian to the Goonies @1320 for their 3-day workshop. I'm so sleepy. I think I sleep for few minutes.

Anybody has plan after @2200? Include me in, please. I so don't have a life.

I'dRatherHaveBadTimesWithYou..

I'm home on a Friday night after being ditched by my 'late-night' kakis (that's a hint to you PinkMonkie and GB :p). Was surfing the internet when this song was played on Class95:

I'd rather have bad times with you
Than good times with someone else
I'd rather be beside you in a storm
Than safe and warm by myself
I'd rather have hard times together
Than to have it easy apart
I'd rather have the one who holds my heart

It is a song by the late Luther Vandross. And how true it is to me. When something is endearing to you, it doesn't matter if you have to go through hell just to have it with you. It is more worth it than having to let it go and ask yourself, "What if I had hold on to it?"

All the "What ifs".

So the 'storm' that I had to endure last year is worth it. Really worth my tears. Because right now, what I can remember of my 'storm' is only the good memories. My birthday celebration. Decorating the classroom to surprise me (I still have everybody's except for Mr Leong's birthday wishes for me. Mr Leong, yours fell away and I think the auntie swept it away.). Our 'Secret' night out. The stupid prank about one of you impregnate your ex-ex-girlfriend (hmm.. that many exes, huh?). The GROWTH Camp. Racial Harmony Day. Teachers' Day. My precious jade bangle. Graduation Night. New Year's Eve. And many, many more which would pop up in my head during different times of the day.

And everytime these memories came back to me, I will smile. Contented that I was part of it.

Gamsahamnida, Dedication4.

MelancholicDepression

I'm feeling melancholic. Depressed is more precise. I'm missing my old life so badly that I have problems sleeping. I'm a very sentimental person. I always have problems letting things go, especially when I have grown attached to them.

Not that my new environment is bad. In fact, it's a refreshing change. Their focus on the Goonies is truly admirable but I do wish that they'll take a break and have a Kit Kat. I wish for more slack time. Currently, my new life is on the ball. No X-Country. No Sport's Day. No frilly stuff. In fact, my Speech Day was combined with CNY celebration! Aaahhh... Seriously fully maximised the time.

Talking about X-Country, my old life is having it this Friday. I miss X-Country. I miss cheering for my class. I miss feeling proud of my girls winning the top positions. Such memories is priceless. Am so glad I still have last year's X-Country picture with my girls.

Am glad to meet up with my Baobeis on eve of CNY too. All of them came down except for Ms Chia, Mr Chan and Mr Yeo. Hopefully, everybody can turn up for the next gathering.

I analyse why I am feeling so down:

1. I'm not driving to work. Nowadays, my dad drives me there. I realise that driving gives me quality time on my own. I need my own space in the morning before I can start the day. But now, I have my dad next to me. And the journey, less than five minutes. What quality time then?
2. I used to look forward choosing what clothes to wear. But now, it doesn't matter. Because with a 50-minute period, I can't possible stand on stilettos for two to three periods straight. Tried once. And my legs were cramped for the whole day.
3. No more 'Anne asseyyo!'. Last year, I always greeted with a shout "Anne asseyyo!" every morning. This time round, there is no K-drama fans. So I'm lost in translation.
4. I always looked forward to see my Baobeis in the morning. Don't ask me why but I liked the idea seeing them come to school and line up according to index number. Especially when I saw No.5 reading his book. It became a habit. It became one of the somethings that I looked forward every morning.
5. I miss having my four boy-boys looking for me during recess and shouted out my name as if the I was deaf in both ears. Or them looking for me during their free periods (which they had a lot). And we chit-chatted for no specific topics; just enjoying one another company.
6. I miss my ex-Potters. For their company. And sometimes their 'illicit' bitchy conversations. Haahaa..
7. I miss having an exciting CCA. Am proud that the girls qualified for second round. I wish I am still around to share their joy and pride. Girls.. fighting!

Writing about all these make me feel melancholic. And depressed all over again. I bet I'm going ot have problem sleeping again tonight.

TheNotebook

I had just shed buckets of tears. It had been a long time since I cried, feeling the lumps in my throat and my nose blocked as a result. The last time was when I watched the Home Song Story with P.H.Y.S.I.C.S. This time round was The Notebook.

Throughout the whole movie (it was shown on Channel 5), I kept feeling lumps in my throat. But the last five minutes was classic; I bawled my eyes out, not caring that I watched the movie in my living room. Thank God my parents were in their room!

I messsaged my Yo-Bo, PinkMonkie, GB and P.H.Y.S.I.C.S to watch the movie. My Yo-Bo and GB were extremely pious today; they were that the church when I messaged them. PinkMonkie was losing money gambling; told her to quit and watch the movie. P.H.Y.S.I.C.S totally never responded; I bet she is in slumberland.

The story started off with in a nursing home where an old man was reading a story about a young couple to an old woman. The old man and the old woman were actually husband and wife, but the latter was suffering senile dementia and totally forgot who he was. The story that he read out was about them; his wife had written it so that he could read out to her when she had forgotten about him.

The sad thing is that when the story ended, she would recall who he was. But it only lasted a few minutes! After that, she would go berserk, thinking that he was a stranger. By then, the nurses would sedate her. And the cycled continued. He actually stayed in the nursing home too so that he could take care of her. Their children pleaded him to go home, saying that their mother had clearly forgotten about them. But this was what he said to them:

That's my sweetheart in there. Wherever she is, that's where my home is.

Man.. do I tear then!

Won't tell you what happened in the end. Go and watch it. Alone. Or with your girlfriends. A sure tear-jerker. I still feel very melancholic about the whole movie. Sniff..

MyChineseNewYear

I

had too much sun yesterday. My face is burnt and my nose is super red. All thanks to Zah and Fah who wanted to bask themselves in the sun and tan themselves. Me? I'm into fair skin. It's been a long time since I was fair; the last time my skin was fair was when I was in kindergarten.

But that aside, I had a great time with my friends. We behaved like kids; taking stupid shots of ourselves, jumping in the air, blading, being picked up by Bangladeshis and watching 'Kung Fu Dunk'.

Picked up by Bangladeshis? Yeah.. all three of us. Extremely incomprehensible. The following conversation took place..

Fah and I were removing our blades. Down came a group of Bangladeshis and sat next to us.

Bangladeshi #1: Running shoes?

I ignored him.

Bangladeshi #1: Running shoes?

Zah: They are blades.

Bangladeshi #2: You got problem?

Me: Problem???

Bangladeshi #2: You got problem? (pointed to the bench?)

Me: Problem???

Bangladeshi #2: You got problem? (pointed to the bench?)

Me: Oh.. (comprehension sank in) You can sit here. No problem.

Bangladeshi #2: You from China?

Me: Huh?

Bangladeshi #2: You from China?

Me: (laughing inside) No, we are locals.

Fah: Hurry up.. Let's go (in Malay)

The three of us took off like nobody's business.

Zah: Ti.. tell your mum not to worry anymore.

Me: Why?

Zah: Remember.. she said if you are not married by 31, she'll find a road sweeper to marry you? Now no need. One Bangladeshi's interested in you.

Me: Bloody #$%^&*!!!!

Fah: Haaahaaahaaa..

That was what happened in Sentosa. You have to admit that the whole place was infested with Bangladeshis. Hmm.. 'infested' is quite a negative word. 'Swarmed'? Everywhere you turned, you'll see them. I guess it was a day off for them and they needed the space to relax. But picking us up? Heesh.. that was a big NO NO!!!

Prior to our blading experience, we saw this Bangladeshi who looked as if he was naked. Zah and I couldn't stop laughing. He was actually wearing a swimming trunk which was brown in colour. Or maybe, he was wearing his underwear. God knows! He looked naked because his skin colour and his swimming trunk/underwear were the same colour! Haish.. luckily I don't have eye infection from seeing a spectacle!

After that, we went to Vivo to watch 'Kung Fu Dunk'. Personally, I prefer 'Secret'. 'Kung Fu Dunk' was slightly over the top. And the hilarious thing was, everytime Jay Chou did a slam dunk, people in the theatre actually clapped! Yup.. THEY CLAPPED!!! Zah, Fah and I were incredulous, laughing our heads off. Man, they really were his fans. Heesh.. that's how crazy fans can be.. and we didn't know that! LOL..

Today, I'm nursing my sunburnt at home. Feel so lazy to do any work. It's been a long time since we had a public holiday. Slack.. Slack.. Slack..