Just a thought

for some time now, i’ve harboured a sense of thrill. i bet you can’t guess what it’s about.

AGEING.

yes. i’m excited about ageing. it’s so fascinating observing myself wrinkle up! i remember when my skin used to be smoother and yadda. now, lines are deepening. while some may think it’s ugly, i feel it adds texture and character.

hahaha. fine. stop looking at me in disbelief!

bye! going to japan home and popular. oh yah, and looking at mini fridges.

so i have been busy. very. sorry if i neglected you and you and you.  and i miss you so very much. i miss me too.

since the pics are already on the website, i guess there’s no point keeping them under lock and key. may as well post them here. yah, busy with these. from sink to ceiling.

me: what am i gonna wear to work next year?

reply: (continues moving through the crowded departmental store aisle) i told you already

me: (squirm) urgh, what do you think i am! WL, people will think i’m going for a fashion show

reply: (ignores my whining and squirming)

me: (reluctant resignation) fineee. urgh.

noticed my wardrobe change from 2008 to 2009? well, guess i have to change AGAIN for 2010. growl. *tantrum thrashes*

and i dun wanna grow my hair! *frown*

before i was an adult, i entertained thoughts of opening a pub.

are you horrified?

i am. cos i don’t even have a nightlife! not the usual idea of one at least.

my bro1 has a more usual nightlife than mine. when i was walking home at 10+pm just now, he shuffled down the stairs, dressed for pulsating beats. a whiff of freshly-sprayed fragrance left its trail as he hurried to the bus stop.

my nightlife is more like … well, if you know you know. if not, too bad.

i wanna make pleasure my business. i shall do that one day.

i’m watching a clip of a baby otter posted by someone on fb.

it’s so boisterous and cute i find myself tearing cos that’s how the white one used to be.

i remember the white one chasing after me in the spacious now-torn-down holland view living room, only to run off in the opposite direction when i turn around. it wanted to play catch.

now it flips to get around cos it can’t walk. it’s always lying on its tummy or sides. it even eats lying down. and it’s so gaunt and old man furry. no more shiny fluffy white furry.

it used to scream and shout, jumping down the bed to pee. now it merely pees lying in bed and remains miserably in its own waste matter if no one’s home. yelp yelp.

old age.

yippiee i borrowed some audio books and paper books from a mobile library today! and the loan period is till end of the year. lalala

so, going for the award ceremony was fruitful after all. i was feeling very bad about missing the morning working session and still feel that but well. tried to inform the person i/c the day before that i can’t attend but no one answered the phone throughout the day.

i just changed my bedsheet and pillow cases.  love the feel of fresh sheets. ah.

#1

Year: 2009

Child: Elastikid

Grade: P1

CCA: Gym

Outside training: 6 times

Sch training: 2 times

Concern: Parents appeal to Zebra school to let the child train outside only but count gym as the child’s school CCA.

Zebra’s stance: No.

Outcome: Elastikid is stretching her limbs in an all-white sleeveless uniform from 2010.

#2

Year: 2008

Child: Pin-me-down

Grade: P6

CCA: Bowling

Outside COMPETITIVE training: Innumerable times

Sch training: 2 times

Concern: Parents appeal to Zebra school to let the child train outside only but count bowling as the child’s school CCA.

Zebra’s stance: No.

Outcome: Pin-me-down is  in an all-white sleeveless uniform.

stop thinking

start doing

I’m back. Yay!

the FPSP SG Finals are over. Yes, I am still busy but it’s one huge load off my shoulder and many more huges loads. It’s amazing how light-hearted can be literal.

Aw man, I was so busy I couldn’t even blog. *growl*

And babe, I couldn’t even gossip girl. *grrrr*

Yo woman, don’t change.

Boy, don’t you know you can’t escape me.

Ooh darling, cos you’ll always be my baby.

Tell me princess, when did you last let your heart decide?

OMG girl, we didn’t know where to hide our faces when you said ‘of course’ to the compliment that you’re all pretty. Haven’t you heard of ‘thanks’?

Yeah people, this is fun! Hahahahahaha

Everyone said you’ve both grown … the hand-written notes to competitors and coach … very touching, for writing the UP & summarising the axn plan, for your presence, thank you two … not extra at all

To be Frank (whoever he is), during the awards ceremony, the person beside me whispered after seeing you girls go up repeatedly that you all have beauty and brains. Well, the P will be most pleased to know that since she always tells us to be bold and beautiful. I must be a thorn.

Will you remember surely, precisely, definitely, certainly, truly, effortlessly?

(Spot the odd one out)

I mayn’t.

Hey Faridah! *hugs* Thanks for being at the FPSP SG Finals. I know it wasn’t a matter of choice but still, THANKS. Cos the days were long and your babies were without you for 2 days.

That’s what photographs do.

What does it say about camwhores?

I positively believe we are camwhores. Come out (why always ‘on’? so … salacious! haha), remember yesterdays, no other group took photos incessantly. If my photo count is

40 + 156 + 98 = 302

38.8MB + 154MB + 112 MB = 304.8 MB

and video count is

7 + 21 = 28

507MB + 2.96GB = 3.4GB

then I wouldn’t be surprised if our total photo count is 1000.

At every cross-section along the bare cement corridors, we held the photo-taking device at an upward angle, pause, smile/funny-face, snap snap snap.

Decode our behaviour.

I guess when we say go for the experience and fun, we mean it.

I know you’ll grow up well.

Work hard, play harder.

Don’t cry. Though I might.

Or will I?