Shan’s Convocation!

It’s Shan’s convocation today and I’ve decided not to turn up for it.

Reason so, you ask?

I’m feeling sorrow for not making to a local university.

Haha, bought it?

Well I’m not the gladdest person about not making into the local university but I’m not at all feeling sour.

What makes you assume that I wouldn’t be better off elsewhere?!

Then, here’s another question. Are you better off elsewhere?

By elsewhere I suppose we all know that I’m referring to SIM (slap across the face if you’re still not getting it, or have no clue about it).

I wouldn’t say I’m doing fantastic and all. I wouldn’t consider the current company the most ideal. But I’m good. Sometimes you just need to let somethings take its own course. And I’ll like to consider this situation “somethings”. I’m hoping that things will iron itself out and I’ll only have to fall into place. It’s really tiring to have to make things happen all the time. I’m hoping someone else will make it happen for me just this once.

It felt as if I’ve just constructed a paragraph of rubbish thoughts. But there goes the skimpy school update that I’ve been delaying all this while. Now back to the topic of Shan’s Convocation.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m an evil sister for not turning up at her convocation. It was in my initial plans to turn up (I’ve deliberately shifted my work schedule to make it available today), but I wasn’t offered a seat to the ceremony and I simply couldn’t justify how being present for it will help.

Of course, I’m looking forward to take a picture with her in her graduation rope (I suppose that’s what they term it). But that might be the only one sole purpose of my attendance.

And what’s suppose to happen after that snap?

She’s gonna jump off taking pictures elsewhere.

Considering her 101 number of friends, it’ll take another few hours before I can finally evacuate from this mushy, sticky, sweaty, tearing scene.

My Mom’s booked dinner for celebration with her friends after the ceremony, so I’m heading to that party instead. Okay, that dinner.

But all in all, I judge myself free from guilt cause I was the first to present her a graduation gift!

Such a nice sister you say?

I agree.

HAHAHA.

Oh, before I run off elsewhere doing fabulous stuff, I thought it would be nice if I were to update about my missing ear-ring.

Apparently, the ear-ring didn’t went missing nor was this a case of me retrieving it back from some kind soul who found it. This would most suitably fit into the case of ”YILIAN and her 101 blur acts” classification.

I found the other pair of my ear rings minutes later  after posting about it when I went back into the room and opened up the accessories cardboard. There it was, laying peacefully on the table surface.

The ultimate conclusion, I wore only one pair of my ear rings out for the day without realising it at all only till the moment when I settled back home. Became super drama and actually blogged about missing ear rings. With the title of the blog, “LOST MY FAVOURITE EAR RING ):”.

For that, I grant myself two slaps across the face. One for being blur and then drama. Two, for that upset face [refer - ): ]

SLAPS-A-BYE.

That dumb post earlier on was my 294th!

This is my 295th.

Ha.

Dumb.

lost my favourite ear ring ):

sorry for being this random.

But,

I LOST MY FAVOURITE EAR RING!!!

Awkward Dinning

I suppose I’ve always mentioned about having to dine with my parent’s friends didn’t I?

Most of them are pretty hard to sit in since the only few things that I ever do during these lunching/dinning is to smile, look entertained and sit entirely straight. No slightest flinching at all.

These days, or actually, tonight’s was really awful to get by.

Let me back track a little.

Remember the China, Hong Kong trip I took earlier this year? It was a tag along business trip with my parents and I met up with tons of other business acquaintances over there with them. Having these regular dinner sessions was a daily ritual and it almost feels as if you’re dinning in some like UN meeting. Alright, not that exaggerated but there was ever one night where the table consisted of the China Chinese, the China Hong Kee, the Singaporean (US), the Indonesians, the American and the French. Super Duper Stress.

Another issue was the Indonesians.

Throughout the trip, the Indonesians couple couldn’t stop promoting the idea of having me meet their son. You hear them doing it all the time and it’s pretty annoying cause you can never tell them to stop.

You have no clue how glad I was to be able to depart away from them.

Tonight, was dinner with the Indonesians plus their son and daughter, together with some other guests from China.

The teasing lasted throughout the dinner and I had to laugh through it ):

Of course I understand that they are all under the nature of joking context. But what’s unbearable is the fact that I have to respond to them with all good jolly fun when it’s not. And coincidentally, this happens to be one of the moody-est Monday I’ve ever felt. 

The restaurant that we dine in was one of my favourite but dishes tonight all turned out to be revoking. ):

But I suppose it wasn’t all bad…

A waiter did quite a fantastic job in cheering me up with toothpicks.

Perhaps I do look a little too moody that the waiter even bothered.

But I assure 100% effort in keeping up all good politeness and interest whenever I was inside the room that we were dinning in.    

Goodbye Moody-est Monday,

Signing off.

Healthy!

Just collected my health check up report and i’m cleared!

I’m diabetic (?) free and i’m not suffering from any kidney failure!!!

I’m free to drink coke for all i want!

Totally relieved.

Initially i dreaded doing the test. Fancy putting body fluid into a cup and having your blood drawn to fill a full syringe. Mind you the needle is kind of thick.

After going through all that ordeal, i was kind of petrified to pick up the report.

If i ever was diagnosed with diabetic issues, my career as a full time coke drinker would be over.

Just glad that all is well.

Till next time, have an eventful week ahead!

I’ve got no driving licence

Yeah, well, you know, that’s life right?!

You always can’t seem to get what you want. How annoying.

Now, seriously if you’re confused (like again, and always whenever you start off reading my post, LEARN TO READ THE TITLE FIRST. PLEASE.

Yup, didn’t get my licence.

I was such a dangerous driver during the test. But weirdly though, I was petrified or nervous whatsoever.

In fact, I contribute half the reason why I failed to being way too relaxed.

After having heard about how people suffer from panic attack when the tester sits beside you, I went on to physco myself really really hard.

Erm, like singing.

Of course, not during the test.

While I was doing the circuit before the test, while I was waiting in the room for the tester to call me out for my test and while I was at my bathroom visit before the test.

Seriously.

Guess it’s a little wasted considering that most people fail because they panicked but I failed because, …

I don’t know, there’s so many reasons to it besides simply being relaxed.

It would be really sweet to have my driving licence imprinted with this date. You know, the day of the release of the final HP movie.

I’ll update about school another time I guess.

Off to running.

Actually its slow jogging.

Bye.

Currently being kept busy with reading my student’s history textbook but just a short update on first day of school.

Survived it despite a tummy ache.

& it’s really awkward trying to make new friends.

I meant it when I said short.

So TATA.