So much win

Hello there.

If you haven’t figured out by now, then I guess I should point out to you how crazy the month of February is for me.

Which explains the lack of updates. Partially.

Anycase, just cleared the first paper of the year, which happens to be a 40 mcq test that I spent the weekend over studying.

So, here I am, having a one week break in anticipation for several more papers through the coming weeks. About to launch in exam mode.

Everyone, anticipate high levels of stress, nonsensical blabber and maybe a little self-loathing for the upcoming weeks.

Back to February.

Tons of thing has been happening. I don’t say this is my best months. Definitely one of the toughest to get by for the year (Haha, I know we’re just started, but i guess you can trust me on the statements I make about my own life. That’s the very thing I have a say on yeah.) but I guess there are events that brightens up the month.

The good or the bad?

Hmm, start it off with the bad.

MY HAVAIANAS BROKE OFF IN THE TRAIN WHILE I WAS ON MY WAY HOME AFTER A 3.30PM CLASS THAT WENT ON FOR 3 HOURS.

I was in absolute, absolute distress. I had to walk out of the train, one foot without a slipper. It’s practically breaking me. Called my emergency contact list, none picked up. I got offers of help, but they were basically so limited that it drove me to a whole new level of anger. Being mad with the month, mad with the slippers and just mad. Survived getting out of the train station with moments that I have to go barefooted. Which was only half the ordeal. The next half, taking a bus. Well, sounds easy cause it takes only one stop for me to reach home. When the arrived bus arrived, I met the second half of the ordeal – to board the bus successfully. I’ll have to step onto the road and then make a few steps up the bus. In orders words, it involves my slipper-less feet to get in contact with the dirty floors of the bus. THAT I CANNOT EVER TOLERATE. NEVER. Know what’s the first thing I do whenever I get home everyday? WASH MY HAND. I’m not some hygiene freak but the bus is simply beyond my dirt-tolerance level. And its almost essential to hold onto those poles or you’ll just for flat on your face, which makes washing hands very essential. Anycase, my day ended with me riding a taxi home. Yup, one bus stop distance and *ka-ching* (sound effect) everybody, 5 bucks.

Okay, so that was the bad February, a slice of it but enough of whining right?

Let’s move on to the Good.

Sometime ago I mention picking up Archery. So the first round of the course ended and I went for the competition, winning 1st! Haha, I’m basically full smiles just typing it out.

Here’s me with the trophy. Haha, made people call me ‘Champion’ that night. Well, it was only one night, so give it to me!

Then the other one.

My birthday.

Guess it started off in a fantastic note with Kikila calling over. I miss the whole entire process of talking on the phone and it felt good. I guess subsequently from there I was excited to receive texts wishing me a happy birthday. And so it made the day filled with anticipation. Haha, anticipation for my phone to go off.

I was supposed to head town to watch a movie before my 330 class. But the only available movie was Ghost Rider. Watched the trailers, got frightened but convinced myself that I had to go into the theatres anyway. Woke up bright early in the morning, did my makeup, put on a really fancy dress (more on that later) and then, decided to ditch plan A. Didn’t have the heart to make myself watch a movie that I know will freak me out and I was really craving for instant noodles. So stayed home, had instant noodle and caught up with the latest episode of HIMYM. The latest episode of  HIMYM. I watch the latest season through funshion so the earliest that I get to watch the latest episode is when some guy (i assume) or this person uploads it.  So  having able to watch HIMYM during my birthday lunch is sort of like there’s these people (or that guy) saying ‘Happy Birthday’ to me. I know, that’s thinking a little way too far but well, just proves that I was really enjoying my day.

Head to town and then to school later that day. Shook a few hands and everything was pretty awesome. But, what was even more so, was that there’s apparently two girls, just two rows ahead of me making out. Well, they kissed twice during lecture. Missed the first so I spent the rest of my lecture staring hard at them. Just when I decide that it’s not happening, turned my head to pay attention, THEY KISSED THE SECOND TIME. Frustrating much, but yet, it was coming climax to the day. How often do you get to watch, or know, two girls kissing. AND ON YOUR BIRTHDAY! What are the coincidence?!

The dress, well it’s really an event dress, but I decided to wear it anyway. Got compliments but there were comments like ‘you look like you’re going for prom’. Well, it’s a little flamboyant and I was little embarrass to move around or head to the bathroom mid lecture cause, you read, it’s flamboyant.

AH HA, well, the climax of the day (or so I thought during that time). Watched a video of my friend singing to ABBA tunes, wishing me a Happy Birthday. Well, for the level of dorky-ness, I was smiling from ear to ear. In class. Oh well, shoot me okay. Can’t you people just excuse the birthday girl from paying attention in class on her birthday?

So head home, had dinner. Watched tv with my family. Shan presented me two presents this year! One being a pair of Birkinstocks (really need it considering the broken slippers) and the other, HARRY POTTER COMPLETE COLLECTION DVD!!! Happiness, LIKE TOTALLY! Anyway, I was just about to change out and head running while watching THE SING OFF (awesome awesome show!) when SHAN got ahead of my steps and shut the door on me. Came out with a sash and told me to be blindfolded for the next surprise.

SURPRISE AGAIN?! I’m on!!! So I allowed her to blindfold me for like some 15 minutes? It’s boring to only hear dialogues from the tv.

Anycase, surprise turned out to be my friends!!! Well, awesome gifts, awesome cake and awesome time heading out for singing and having crazy rides in an awesome car!!!

I don’t wanna share too much about it cause, it’s my surprise so ha! I’m keeping this for myself!

But it was quite some wonderful time. And I guess I can say that I was ATTIRE APPROPRIATE! Though I perhaps wasn’t for the first half of the day.

There are things like receiving mysterious messages which I engaged a friend into tracking for the rest of the entire next day. Which turned out to be a flook, or mistake on the sender’s part but it won me a lunch!

OH AND HERE’S ANOTHER GOOD.

Through the course of the entire February, I convinced/won myself 5 lunch (2 for birthdays, 1 won through bet and the other 2 perhaps cause I’m a nice person, haha) and won 2 can of coke, from betting that the girls won’t kiss again till the end of the class. Which they really didn’t. But probably because they did when they left for the bathroom just minutes later after I forged 2 separate bets on this same issue.

The question? So have I lost any lunches/coke to people? NOT YET.

That’s a sum to my February. No pictures for the birthday cause, they are up on fb, so go ahead and scroll along.

All in all, I guess turning 20 wasn’t that bad? I was assuming that it was and yeah, you’ve read about how much I’m petrified. So 20. Thoughts about it?

START ACTING YOUNG NOW!!!

Hahahaha!

We’ll to sum February up.

SO MUCH WIN!!! *INSERTS SO MUCH WIN GUY PICTURE* haha, yeah I read a little too much of 9gag.

It’s only ‘SO MUCH WIN’ because my awesome family, awesome SHAN and awesome 8-years-long-friends made it so.

They turned a really bad month around.

You guys did.

Cue: *Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww*

Haha, ALRIGHT ALRIGHT.

Now I’m heading off to end February perhaps in a FABULOUS note.

Wish me luck!

The End to Tail Chasing

Some time last week I started pondering over a question.

The question has got a thing to do with this problem of mine for 5 years.

A really heartstring-ing (yeah, I know it’s not a real word. kids, if anyone of you are reading this (why are you anyway?) do not put this in your compo.) problem.

Events of the late got me thinking extra hard and thus, the conjuring of the question.

Anyways, the answer.

Since I’ve not mention what the problem/question is, gonna do the same for the answer. Only make senses.

Erm, the answer that I derived made me see the light to things?

Thing is, the short, simple and yet internally debating answer kind of set me free from my 5 year-long unresolvable issue.

It’s almost like I’m a liberated puppy at the back sit of a super awesome car going at fiercely high-speed with windows wind down, head out and my ears flapping against the wind.

How do I know that it’s liberating? I’ve tried it.

The post reads funny because there don’t seem to be a more structured way or even logical one to do it.

How do you construct one of such when you spend 1/4 of your life (till now) running in circles like a puppy chasing it’s tail and never ever catching it or never ever realising that it’s never possible to be within hands (mouth for puppy) reached? Who can manage to be bugged by a problem for 5 years at age 19-turning-20?

It makes your head spiny.

Of all the material gifts that I’ve been buying for myself to encourage a happy and positive crossing to the big 2-0, this is the best one I can and have presented myself.

Not only does the post read funny it’s also tremendously confusing. I guess it’s just a fraction of how confusing my issue was.

The truth shall set you free?

Yup.

Thank you Truth. Thank you possibly-wiser-LYL-at-age-turning-20.

Thank you for presenting yourself truth and setting yourself free.

Turning 20 ain’t that bad right?

It’s only starting to get better, LYL.

BRACE THROUGH IT!

Oh, and to friends and family who are doing so too, well, same to you (above).

Guess I’ve been too self-obsessed by the turning-20-fact that I’ve kind of forgotten that there are people alike turning too.

Sounds slightly vampire-ish. Haha.

Alright, ending here.

Wiser, Not

They say growing old makes you wiser.

Well… not true.

There are significant signs of my ageing all over and yet not one suggests that I’m getting any wiser. Or decisions I’ve made lately just doesn’t seem to reflect. In fact, it kind of opposes too.

Like how I thought it was interesting to get my nails burnt?

Wise? – No.

My nails got caught in a luggage zip some time last week and a partial of it detached from its flesh on my finger. HURTS LIKE NUTTTTSSS. Slight bleeding and all plus difficulty in washing hair and hands since the nail couldn’t be exposed to water. All in all, the pain and the inconvenience I felt over the past days nursing my broken nail made me realise how important it is and not-at-all-interesting for it to be caught in another accident.

For burning my nails, I apologies, NAILS. Please recover and grow out nicely.

My dinner choice for the night.

A fried egg and ham sandwich, without any vegetables, white bread and not to toast.

That was my request to the cashier.

Anyway, dinner was at $8.60 with additions of a small (so very very small and awfully sour) coleslaw and a, about 200ml bottle of grappetizer. If you’re curious, from Hans.

Wise? – No.

As I was on my way home carrying my takeaways, I realise that my domestic helper can wipe out the same sandwich – A fried egg and ham sandwich, without any vegetables, white bread and not to toast – at zero cost for me. What’s worst? I finished my drink even before reaching the bus stop to grab my bus and, and, AND, THERE WERE CUCUMBER AND TOMATOES IN MY SANDWICH.

A fried egg and ham sandwich, WITHOUT ANY VEGETABLES, white bread and not to toast

Which part of it was confusing or difficult to understand?

Which, which, WHICH?!

Unless if you were to tell me that cucumbers and tomatoes come under the category of FRUITS.

Then again, read this

A fried egg and ham sandwich, WITHOUT ANY VEGETABLES AND FRUITS, white bread and not to toast

Funny right?

I’m so sick of all the fail-to-meet requests burgers, croissant and sandwiches.

NEXT TIME I’M GETTING A BURGER/CROISSANT/SANDWICH WITH VEGGIE IN IT, I’M TOTALLY GONNA SEND IT BACK AND REQUEST FOR A NEW ONE.

Of course provided that I remember to specify and make one. I’m not plain unreasonable or just mad.

You’ll say that the easy and less mad way is to simply eat my vegs rights?

Here’s my reply > YOU MAD?

Haha. Moving on.

Getting coloured contacts in a out-of-the-way optical shop in Clementi.

Wise? – No.

Well, to start off I stay in the East.

There are tens and tens of optical shop every direction you turn in the East. Or so you can say for Bedok.

Why LYL? WHY?

Clementi is where my school’s located so maybe that makes a little more sense but the fact that I deliberately track down a out-of-the-way optical shop is bewildering.

And now’s the time you should scream “MADNESS, MADNESS, MADNESS”. Of course, with dramatic tone included.

Continuing on regardless if you did or did not do the scream. Hmmm, but I guess, even if you didn’t deliberately do it aloud in a dramatic tone, it’s kind of done in your head right? Well I do that all the time. I have a tendency to add in tones to the things I read (even it’s just in my head). Okay, maybe except the newspaper. Seldom read, and it’s kind of tone-less to me. Perhaps that’s the reason why I don’t enjoy reading it in the first place…

Interesting….

Haha, okay, ANYWAY…

Ageing ain’t doing me any good huh. And, well, I’ve decided to try on contact lenses (though my degree is barely over 75, wahahahahaha, despite reading from bad lighting all the time) and in colour because I want to be able to say that I’ve done it before. Perhaps even before my 20th.

To be honest, I kind of used to associate people with coloured lenses to be either a little beng-ish or lian-ish.

Hahhaa, actually not just a little.

You see, the colour matters. And the compatibility of it to you hair matters even more. Some people just don’t seem to get it. Of course there are the ones who do and kind of slightly altered my perception.

I’m saying it’s a perception, so no one should get offended. (:

Guess, that wraps for now.

Perhaps I’ll update if my mission 101 to try one lenses was successful.

Pictures are absolutely bonus.

Tata for now.

My neighbours should really hate me.

Been having sore throat since last friday so I sound awfully terrible, and that’s just speaking.

I’m currently singing aloud to Korean songs blabberish-ly and nonsensical-ly while doing my assignment.

My study, faces directly to the windows of my dear neighbours. :D

Guess they must really hate me then.

Not even should.