The Unwanted

I have been getting disapproval look or shocking responses from everyone about me joining the NUS Tai Chi Club.
yes, you din read it wrongly or neither did i type it wrongly.
when i am in my sports wear during my training, i bumped into people
and when i told them where i am heading to and which activity i am involving, i can see a very HUGE question mark on their face
or some would go, ‘ huh ? tai chi? is it the *showing tai chi movements* ? ‘
very weird meh?

anyway, during my first training. before meeting the Tai Chi instructor
i had a small discussion with Chow

‘ i wonder how will the instructor look like. i wanna meet the lao ren jia! i bet he looks something like this’

must be looking wise with white hair and long white beard

‘ =.=….how stereotyping you are! ‘

anyway, it turns out i am so so the very wrong. bwahaha…
he just look like our normal looking grandpa and laughs in a very cute way.

Yes, i did feel excited going to school before the school actually starts
but i need to clarify that i do not feel that way anymore

after the 3 month long holiday, one gets bored and when something that has not been done for quite some time, excites you
yes, even if it is attending classes
i seriously do not know how to describe the excitement me and chow once had during the weekend before school started on monday
i saw her looking at the new stationery she bought from home, admiring each of them, showing me happily
‘ this highlighter is new one! this eraser also!’
‘ the eraser im using is since form 6 one. look at the sticker? i used my friend’s one to stick on it. this magnetic pen also. see got sticker. ‘

(chow searching through my pile of stationery with interest)

‘this one got sticker also. meaning all these from form 6? wah…eh, but dirty leh’
‘ yealor. very long adi. i think i should wipe them clean before putting them into my pencil box( i dunno what to call it besides pencil box.=P)

(chow examining her pile of stationery.)

‘i think i should wipe mine also.’
‘ok!lets wipe together!’

(while we were busy wiping each and every pen, a thought suddenly struck me)

‘ hey, i think we need wash our pencil box too!’

(chow looking at her own pencil box)

‘yes. i agree. mine also dirty liao.’

we hang both pencil box near the window waiting for it to dry.
feeling contented and happy, i asked :
‘ so what are you going to wear on Monday for school?’
‘ yea yea. i was thinking of that too. what are you going to wear?’

the situation illustrated above was 3 weeks ago.
now, it is week 3 of the semester.
the excitement just went ‘ pssstt….’, like the air coming out from a shrinking balloon.

It is the second week of school
and everytime before school starts
i am sure many of us would tell ourselves
‘i shall start my readings early and be consistent in my revisions, no more making the same old mistakes like previous semester’
does that sound familiar to you?

however, keeping to that promise to ourselves is another story for me, well…

today, some unidentified source of energy pulled me into the NUS library.
i went to the nearest computer and typed the word ‘ Sparks, Nicholas’
clicking on The Wedding and copied down the number and the next thing i knew i am in my room spending my whole day finishing the book soon
ill probably be able to return it tomorrow first thing in the morning
GOSH!
i spent one whole day reading a love novel which does not contribute any tips in answering questions for exams

‘ how come you frowned when you are reading a love novel? very gan cheong? ‘
‘ i am frowning? yea, gan cheong! ….but how come whenever i read my textbook, ill yawn? ‘
‘ yea! me too! ‘
‘ we are naughty kids’
*shakes head*
a pang of guilt hit me but was being dismissed immediately. i am really such a bad kid.

‘ never mind lar. it is only week 2 wert’
‘ hmm…the next thing we know, it will be week 4′
‘ week 4 only wert’
‘ hmm…then it will be week 6. it is only half of the semester wert. mid-sem break somemore. enjoy the holiday lar! ‘

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曾经，我讨厌雨天。
六年前， 我却不经不觉的爱上了它。

Sometimes it is not about the amount of effort you put in
some things… just don’t meant to be the way you wish for
some things… just meant to change gradually and slowly be gone

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‘i never say Friendship Forever. coz i do not believe in forever ‘ said C

‘ issit? ‘ said M

i once used to be one of its believer. but not anymore. i wonder it is because of the growing age or the experiences i have been through.

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so far, i am happy with the lecturers for my semester
despite the diversified accent that i am getting, they are nice people
however, one thing still bothers me
one of my econs electives lecturer told us in the class
‘ i have no experience in this course. my first time teaching and i am FORCED to do this. i don’t really know much about Southeast Asia economics so do bear with me. ill try to read up the book and figure it out first before you do. ‘

‘ wah. so not reassuring! ‘ (Yes, i agree. especially on the first day of the class)

some of my course mates even thought of dropping the module.

‘ since he does not know much, probably he will set easy questions rite?’

‘ since he does not know much, probably he will not even know how to set questions!!!’

WE ARE SO DEAD!

ok. when do you feel old?

when you see youngsters dressing in school uniforms with matching white school shoes, happily walking around shopping malls?

or when the doorman at the famous club, don’t even bother asking for your ID?

i feel old…at the very moment..when

i went to Ipoh Parade and saw one of the girls from my secondary school, wearing the same orange nametag i used to wear.

i feel very old… at the very moment…when

out of 6 of the clustermates i have met so far, i am the only senior around. (did i mention im in my 3rd year ALREADY?!)
the others are all freshies!!

*wiping tears with hanky, blowing nose*

Thinking that taking the night bus back to Ipoh is more dangerous than taking the day bus?
not at all.
most people travel during the night, probably because by the time they wake up in the morning, they will be in Singapore already.
so meaning, less people travelling during the day rite?

During my last trip back to Ipoh, it was the worst trip ever!
when it was time to get on the bus and you still do not see any passengers doing so
it is a bad sign, really.
adding on to your fear, the bus uncle approached you and asked ‘ Girl, how much did you pay for your ticket?’

(don’t you think it is rare when bus uncle asking you weird questions like that?)
‘ err…i don’t know. my parents bought it for me ‘

‘haha..good for you. your ticket is going to worth every penny of it. because…you are the only passenger on the bus today!!’

(BODY FROZEN)

i asked with a trembled voice ‘ huh? what do you mean? ‘

‘meaning we are only driving you back to Ipoh lar. where do you stay in Ipoh? i can fetch you home. ‘

so many things ran through my mind at the moment and i did not know how to react.
two men bus driver and you alone in the bus for an 8-hour bus journey strike red lights to me
immediately, i called my dad to inform him of the shocking news.
my dad went to the bus company straight away to verify it.

back to my part, the bus driver was waiting for my answer for the location of my house.
ok. probably not the best thing to do but i lied that i stay in Ipoh Garden while i actually stay in Bercham.
i can’t tell a stranger where i live before knowing what exactly he is trying to do rite?

‘ oh, you stayed at Ipoh Garden? i stay in Bercham. ‘ said the bus uncle.

ohmygosh! imagine what could have happened if i were to tell the truth i am staying in Bercham.

so, to cut the story short. after my dad had verified the issue with the bus company, confirming that the uncle is a realible worker in the company and if he were to do anything to me, they know where he lives and we can track him down …blah blah blah…

i would say it’s stupid.
so meaning, you people would go hunt him down after whatsoever bad things he might do to me. and to take note, there were 2 of them!

i cursed and swore the company all the way back home.
i was scared and worried that i could not close my eyes to rest that i decided to read.
that was how i finished Cecelia Ahern’s PS I Love You and cried throughout the whole journey, not because of the fear but because of the touching love story.

P/S: if the bus drivers were to hear me crying, they probably would think i am scared to death.

The search for a huge bag for myself to dump in everything everytime i go out has ended
coz i have found ‘the one’ after so long

one of my friends was amazed at the amount of things i carry once i go out
but they are all essentials!
any of the essential items being left out, my mood will be destroyed.

call me picky but not indecisive. (well, i admit i don’t pick things that people normally pick. meaning i am special. *proud* )
i seldom find the right heels. wat more to say a HUGE bag.
OK! i shall not shop anymore before all my working salary goes *poof!*