bang BANG.

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bang; BANG; boom;

Not all murders have a motive
This one certainly didn't

We've reached the end of the road
Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for the ride

vendredi, novembre 23, 2007

My posts have been lacking in pictures these days, and my phone's getting too choked with the amount of shit pictures I take. (:

The pictures are in no particular order, I'm afraid.

Graduation Day...

I'm leaving for good, so I absolutely have to take pictures of this building that has been te love of my life for the past 2 years.

I'm sorry Ain, You look a little warped there, blame the wind!

My very own Stairway to Heaven

The pull-up bars that are ever swarming with db girls.

The drain that seems to reflect my mood.
Horrendously smelly at times and reall beautiful waterfall-like at times.

Ah the smelly couch that has absorbed generations of stale sweat.

The malay room. Yr 2007onwards

Brothers-in-arms. (:

Graduation day blues.
I was rather turned off that the food looked so good and they needn't have bothered looking for halal catering because we're all fasting anyway. -.-

The beloved corruptor.

And the ultimate love of my life; the school library.
And by the by, dyou see Deena striding there? (:

"See you on the other side!"

The helmet we got for Mr Bong for Teachers' day.

People, meet my french classroom.
Multiply hates Zann, cos I can't seem to upload the one with her in it.

Aunty Toh's birthday. (:

The pendant we got her.

And finally, does your life need saving?
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I was flipping through the old certificates folder and found this cert.
And Mas, when the hell did I become your sister??
Hahah!

Life these days are just like endless CSI:Miami episodes.
The excitement of monotony.
and the *puts on sunglasses and walks away* to the power of infinity.

In other words, I need to get some excitement in this dreary life as a part-time housewife.

>5:59 PM

jeudi, novembre 15, 2007

I feel a fervent need to go grocery shopping again, but alas, that is not a feasible option seeing that my bank account is still suffering the aftermath of the last 2 episodes.

But I desperately need to walk down the aisle. (hahah! in a puffy white gown, yeah. )
Naah, I mean, the aisles, with rows and rows of beautiful options. Zipping from one corner of the place to the next, with absolutely no fixed plan on what I've to get first.

I'd be walking along the condiments aisle when I'll suddenly be hit with an overpowering brainwave that, Ah-hah! I need to buy milk! and troop over to the other side to get milk.
Now this, is nothing if the store is small, but the fun comes when it's a huge hunkomagiant (In kakak's words) store.
I truly believe that by tiring myself out, going from one corner to the next de-stresses me.
How else do you explain the satisfied warm, fuzzy feeling-in-the-heart when I finally leave the store, with too-many bags for me to handle, or course.
The magic doesn't actually work when I don't buy anything.

And yes,

I am a now firm believer of retail-therapy.

>5:22 PM

mercredi, novembre 07, 2007

I hate evening rush hour.
I was on the bus yesterday evening and it was fkin packed!
But as usual, it was only packed in front.
I glared at the people at the back, who refuse to move away from the door, holding on the the beams near the door for dear life; all the while fully aware that people at the front were glaring at me.
And then, apparently out of frustration, or suffocation, the bus driver yelled a few incoherent syllables and I managed to shove the teen beside me and force him to move back.
I got a seat not long after that but anyway, I don't understand this.

What is the point of hovering around the door when you're not alighting anytime soon??

But anyway, moving on, the bus steadily got emptier after that, thankthegoodness!
And somewhere along Katong, the bus suddenly stopped at this junction.
The few aunties behind me started throwing guesses.

"Oh! Aircon spoilt!"
"Nono! Maybe he go toilet!"
"No! Cannot be! Maybe door spoilt?"

At this point, the bus driver stepped out and walked hurriedly towards a nearby petrol station.

"See! I told you! He go toilet!", said one of the two arguing aunties behind.

and I remember thinking, "so that's what they do if they're urgent!", answering an age-old question about what happens if bus drivers really really need to go.

Another not-so old question I've been plagued with is "What happens next?"
Right now, we're all driven by As and the pursuit of Mr Kwek's so-called 4months for 4o years of happiness. But what happens after that?

Well anyway, the consultation with Mr Foo helped give me a rough idea of what's going to happen next. (And at this point, I can just imagine Jasmine and Joanne going; see! I told you he's nice!) But seriously, I don't feel very confident about chemistry but I don't really have anything to ask anymore!

I was worried he was going to like, scream at us for having wasted his time or something, but thank god, no.

Maybe I'll go Japan and send him a webcam video of sakura (the flowers, I mean). Hahah!

I really think I've to come back next year with a huge bouquet of flowers, maybe? just to say thanks for the unseemingly wonderful teachers I have had this past year.

>2:15 PM