nostlagia

nostalgia:
(listening to radiant narrative by keepsake)

so i was watching those girls cycles out of their gate . and they were such pretty bikes. i think they were hand painted. and the effort they put in were so cute. and then i started thinking about my 7th birthday. where i was so happy and excited. and then my parents brought me to the cycle shop to try out the bikes. and i was so happy. not cuase i thought i was gonna get a new bike, but was sincerely excited from just riding. i was like "YAY! ITS MY BIRTHDAY! AND IM RIDING BICYCLES, AT THE SHOP!!!" the world was a beautiful place then. and then my mom told me to cycle home. and i was shocked. this was more than what i had dreamed for. my dream was cycling aroudn the shop. and my parents had bought me the bike. and... i was so... happy. it was just amazing that feeling. that incredibly grateful and lubby dubby feeling you get, when you expect so little.





hahah. and when i was ironing upsatrirs earlier i started thinking about this time i was going out soon. was like what, 5?, 6? anyways, i remember havign this batman t shirt. and i think it was stained. and we were leavign the house soon. but the t shirt was stained. so i asked my maid to go iron it. and she came back with it ironed...AND STILL STAINED!! i was furious. i asked to go iron it again... and again! and it kept coming back; stain still there. i finally gave up, and wore the t shirt and left the house. my family was waiting in the car. anyways they asked why i was late and i complaind about the stain and the poor ironing of our maid, when my sister told me "ironing only makes clothes neater. not removes stains.."

"oh."






Day summaries
Saturday: piano in morning. Debates at night. mr loke rocks. haha. he said i have improved from the last time. coming from the president of SAID, that means alot.

Sunday: spent the whole day in the hospital. basically. yeap. was visiting. i wasnt warded. hahaha.

Monday: school. fun fun fun!!! im KI rep. coolness. teh pcitures thing was totally ingenius. and how mr veera linked it all up to order in society, and how people intepret things. two very strong and hard hitting topics. on the first lesson to boot. niiice. tamil was interesting. hahah. only two students. sad lah. dam sad. han ming and i have a new policy. he doesnt wake me up, and i wont wake him up. haha.

tuesday: school. fun fun... not as fun as monday. hahaa. i dunno. lit had 5 people. haha. wow. oakys. i became maths rep though i protested. i really got to quit. I REALLY GOT TO QUIT. im already KI rep!! this cant happen to me! haha. anyways how i got chosen is a strange story. she asked for volunteers. so i decided to volunteer jo ann. and then han ming decided to volunteer me. then keeny volunteered han meng. so we three stood outside while the voting took place. in the end this is what happened according to kenny. mrs tag asked who wanted to vote for jo ann and no one raised their hands. then she asked about me, and the whole class voted. she didnt ask for han meng's name. hahaha. when i came back intot he class i made a speech about why they made a wrong choice. hahaha. sigh. SCIP interviews.. went okayish. had late lunch at bedok macs with shu han, maryam, and two other tkgs girls. not quite sure of the names, so im gonna take a stab at it now. neresha and hakima. yeaps. sounds ratehr wrong but they will do for now. its my blog. i write what i want. hahah. take that.


oh forget to mention. the morning we had swimming class. then leslie, nicholas, ian and whonot all togther with me went for beginners. ahha. super retarded. but still fun. after swimming the talkable gang from cg 6 went to macs for breakfast. even though class was like in 5 minutes. haha. not bad ah. TJ kicks ass kay. dont mess with us... well some of us. im pretty sure the rest can be messed with.




what made my day: friendster message from jagadev. shit man... its been so freaking long. wow. thats all i can say. the guy really made an impact on me. i know i havent talked to him, or messaged or whatever in nearly a whole year. but i still think of him. i get reminded of him. he has become my bar of cool. when i think of peeps like shanker, they remind me of jagad. cool. so, off i shall now go, to pen my reply.



and here i am now. mouth ulcers, phlegm and slight fever still persist. dam annoying. but whatever. ill bare it. GRINNING.