Punggol Fields

Virgin trip to Punggol Fields with Stella. Think endless fields of lallangs, tall grasses, vast trees, blue skies and every other component of mother nature. Singapore isn't all that lacked of beauty after all. Sometimes, you just need to take a closer look.

And of course, she's (Stella) beautiful too. So is our friendship :)

Would you be mine forever?

Bits & pieces.

Cupcakes baked by Naomi, Blue Ash Village

Been tied down on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays these few weeks with BAOC preparation. I love my Phoenix SCs and DPAs. Wish I'd have more time to get to know them better. Each time we meet, I'd have a ball of a time rehearsing our skit and dances. Can't wait for our finale product once we're done polishing up. Can't wait for BAOC.

Fruitbrewz & Golden Ale, Bread Pudding, Chocolate Fudge Cake, Kallang bridge

Dinner at Felicia's workplace, Brewerkz last Thursday evening. Thank god for her and her 50% staff discount else we'd have burnt our wallets. We mainly ordered many appetizers, one main course and desserts at the end, of course. Took a stroll across the Kallang bridge where so many memories of those days when we had to cross this bridge to get to Alita's condominium at the other side were relived. Miss her so much :') Walked one huge round and stopped by halfway to attempt to snap "professional" water reflection shots (Joelle and I failed terribly). 

Grocery shopping with the Mom and Sis earlier on this morning. I wanna learn cooking so bad.

Scars & Stories.

"We've been through a lot of stuff personally, and as band we're still together, and I think we like the idea of scars you know, because they're healed you know. They are not like wounds necessarily, but they're still kind of a road map of where you been, and sometimes kinda point to where you want to go." - The Fray

Make me a sandwich.

Highscore: 5154 (Level 3) 11,245 (Level 7)
 I will not grow up to be a sandwich maker but this game is so intriguing.

Ad Infinitum lives on.

At 1pm, Trisha and I were worrying and whining to each other over the phone about having to rack our brains to devise a main plan and back-up plans for the time-table selection, and before we knew it, it struck 3pm and that marked the start of the time-table selection war. But thank god we were all geared up with our iPhones and laptops in both hands, ready for some serious reflexes training. And guess what? We won the war mafuqerrrrrrs. After a semester of being split apart, we've been reunited again. Fuck yeah Ad Infinitum. \m/

San Miguel

Auggie ^^

  

The Ivan pose LOL.

Drunktards 

 Siao zha bor that spammed my camera with her face.

So our supposed Sports Day turned into a celebratory sesh at Cuscaden where the boys spammed their chix wings and beer again. Trisha, Darren and Jiaxuan were tipsy as hell and Darren's true, pimp colours were exposed once again.

Love all you crazy bitches. Cheers to one more semester of insane fun.

Doesn't it worry you at all, to be alone?

I've done it again. I'm pretty sure it wasn't me, though. It was that oddly-shaped, myogenic thing that resides just underneath my chest, and that thing beats hard at the sound of your name. What do you call that thing again? They say it pumps blood throughout your blood vessels, but I say it pumps rage and misery, followed by guilt, all over my body and then up to my head. What a complex, little thing.

That aside, I've been tied down with work over the past weekend. Trust me when I say it isn't easy standing on your feet for almost 13h, but time sweeps by when you have friends to pull you through. This wasn't my initial plan on how to spend my weekends, but they were short-handed so they called for me to help out.

This goes out to my Ad Infinitum boys: Love y'all.
Even though you guys mistreat me all the time, I do keep track of certain moments when each of you shower me with care and concern from the bottom of your heart.

I want you to know, that it does matter.

Abruptly woken up this morning by a phone call from Mom, reminding me to take my breakfast. She does this almost every morning. I can't decide if 'annoyed' or 'blessed' would be the apt word to use to describe how I feel, but it feels more of the latter. As always, checking Twitter would be the first step of my daily routine and there were tweets going "woohoo I didn't fail anything", "walao eh why B+ only?", and what not, then it hit me that it was results day. Logged into Npal with much anticipation and there it was...

I made it. My improvement's a significant one, although certain grades were pretty disappointing, I must admit. But ultimately, the level of satisfaction with my grades would entirely depend on how proud you are of me, Mom. I did this for you. All for you.

And for those whining or weeping over your grades,
"It's ok friends, it's really ok. At the end of the day, we graduate, we work, we get married, we grow old and we die. This is life."

2%

If only you were as vexed over me as you are over her,
If only you could see that what you feel is a carbon copy of what I feel, and
If only you knew that you have been the reason.

But, it's okay.
It always has been and it always will be.

Small flowers crack concrete.

Forever babysitting my not-so-baby sister. The pictures say it all.

7 April

Dropped by McCafe yesterday to accompany the lonely boy for the morning because he missed his church session and had nothing to do until the afternoon. Instead, I made him accompany me to the flower farm in the vicinity to hunt for a a new plant. The flowers we found were really, really common flowers that you could conveniently find on overhead bridges in Singapore, so none were to my liking, and Jj disapproved me of getting another pot of cactus 'cause he said I needed "a change". Hence, we left empty-handed and we parted at Parkway.

Jannah, Hajar, Azkhairy, Damien and I visited TK band in the evening. Kinda missed watching them practicing on the field by the time I reached, so it was just the usual drill of tonning for me. But evidently, the moment Jannah and Hajar began pulling several benches together to build a bed, tonning was instantly out of the question. Before that, we borrowed the prop umbrellas used for the aeroplane formation in SYF outdoor 2008 to shelter us from the rain as we walked to the nearest Shop N Save outlet to stock up some emergency food to pull us through the chilly night. Crashed almost immediately after a curbing our hunger pangs with a fulfilling meal of instant noodles.

I can't wait for 7 April already; I can't wait for SYF outdoor 2012.

I miss this feeling of anticipating a specific date so longingly.