I was sifting through the archives... and I felt... Nostalgic. No, one word just doesn't suffice. It's like, so heart warming, the subtle feeling so alluring... There's a sense of wanting to go back, of reliving all over, even if it hurts. That's pretty dumb, considering the situation I'm in now. ha ha... The date's coming, and recollections are pouring in. I guess what's left are the silver penning. Of memories within words. Nothing more than the strokes of a pen to speak of the past. That past.
As said earlier, I was looking through my past entries... and I realised one contrasting difference: I never really update the intricacy of my life these days, and my post has been so sporadic. I'm wondering, what's the use, keeping a blog and saying stuffs so abstract, irrelevant? What's the use of posting once in a blue moon? That when in the long run, you look back at your entries and you can't gather any of the nostalgia because of the missing entries and the nitty gritty of your post. I guess I got beaten to time and comfort. I want to start blogging fully, to keep the memories with me as long as Blogger lives. To retain the times of sweet, just in case they never come back. To reflect within the bitterness, to remind me perpetually that I should never ever repeat bad histories. lol.
I lost my O level Certificate. And I'm unable to get a replacement of it anymore. All I've got now, and possibly forever, is a 'Statement of Results'.
I realised it while rummaging through the pile of books stacking on the floor, cupboard and almost everywhere... I needed it for my application for the H3 course. I couldn't find the Cert! I was devastated that night, I remembered. Slept at 2am. But I wasn't about to give up the course just because of my carelessness and disorganized ways. I made up my mind to head down to Buona Vista after the dry run in the morning to get my 'Statement of Results'. Mum drove me there, had lunch at the cafeteria, and she fetched me to Bugis Junction. Met up with Bottle and Fangli. Bought a shirt to change out of my 'I-don't-know-why-i-wore-it' blouse. Headed to Sim Lim Square because FangLi wants to buy her mp3.
Now that was a nearly a real case of 'Perfect Competition'!! Almost all the shops are selling the same models of MP3s and MP4s. Prices vary very much. The relative higher priced ones are of course driven out of our choices... Brand conscious or not? Guess it differs from one to another. I admit I am one brand conscious girl... hahaha. But really, I'm not going to risk quality just to save money. If you want to buy some unknown china brand made products just to cut cost, then maybe you should think again. I've learnt my lesson. I'd rather save up until I have enough for a decent brand product. Ohhhh, superficiality plays a huge role as well! The outlook is important. For me at least.
Headed back to Bugis Junction, which on the way there I bought chains. We bought bei bei's presents there!! =))) Went home for dinner. iSketched at night with Ruibei and Huiping. So hilarious... We kept cheating on MSN. (Hehe)
Today started out haywired. I thought Chinese lessons were at 8.45am so I told my mum to wake me up at 8. But I woke up before that cause Louis called at 7.55 to ask where's Chinese and I thought he was joking when he told me it's at 7.45. Didn't believe him though. Took my time to get ready. Called Rebecca and gosh it was true. I still harboured some hopes that they're pulling a prank on me when I was on the way to school. Xie lao shi didn't scold or what... haha. He's a forgiving teacher. After which, slacked at one of the OP classes because other groups had dry runs... Then gave bei bei her present in one of Huiping's unique toilet way... hahaha!!!!! Headed to Downtown for lunch, and went to the isolated corner of Macdonald to play cards... Kept losing! Lucky it's a money-less game. :) Tomorrow's MONOPOLY I SUPPOSE?
I guess this ends my lengthy post...
Congratulations if any really read word for word. Haha!! Bye (:
I wish for so many things which I wished I never wished for.
Never repeat... the histories.