Everybody's Favourite Cupboard

The cousins were here earlier in the week and my dad was just saying how didi used to open the door of the cupboard in the living room , the big ass one, when he comes to visit. It's the one on the right, below the drawers that my mum keep her stuff and we keep the tissue packs. And the reason why he likes that drawer is because that was where all the toys were kept. didi was like, oh yar hor! when the other cousin, now 26 added that he used to do that too. I immediately went @_@ He was saying how he and my brother would open that cupboard after PAP (kindergarten) and they will play with models and figures of I dont know what. My brother said some of them were still in the cupboard. Suddenly everybody got very happy and excited talking abt that cupboard. Though nobody went to open that cupboard after , it still feels so nostalgic. That everybody seems to have a piece of history in this house.

The cupboard goes a long way. I opened that very cupboard by myself when I was young. I rmb playing masak masak with my brother's model parts. Haha.

On a sidenote, mum ask me to clean up my room by tonight cus she will be expecting visitors tmr. Like how???

A fuzzy thing

Last night, I had a dream about you and me. In the dream, we were travelling just like how we always wanted to. Everything was so foreign. The people around us were speaking in a language that I didnt understand, that you barely understand. We stood there like idiots while you tried to converse in your barely fluent language. We sat by the river and laughed. It was a sunny but cool day.

It was you, the one who shared my taste for whimsical stuff. And the one who didnt mind lazing around doing nothing at all.

HAHA. I woke up (have to wake up) before I could see your face.

Damn project meetings.

an upgrade

I found new meanings to security, responsibility, and love. I don’t really like the look of responsibility there. It seems so concrete between the others. All of a sudden, it seems that everything doesn’t really matter anymore and all that do matter have been there all along.

It’s like you’re no longer there and it amazes me that somehow, I don’t really care.

I’m old.

webmail and school

NUS webmail doesnt allow me to get started on school work. I really wanted to you know. But since I can't even access my own school email for dont know wht crap reason, I shan't find out and I shan't start.

See, even technology's on my side.

shld get smth started.

I was just basking in my happiness about being able to sleep for three days straight (Honestly, I wanted to sleep somemore) when I realised, it's Monday already.

I thought I had the perfect plan this recess. With the sleeping and reading and going out when I realised that I have two tests awaiting for me when sch reopens with project preparations, presentations and deadlines. I hadnt run since last Monday and I dont have time till this Friday.

And er, let's leave the I need money talk for a while but I just bought a pair of Havaianas through a phone call cus it's er 50% off and er, I don't even know how it looks like. So, I bought like 5 pairs of footwear ever since I came back from Thailand.

Shit.

Oh crap, I better get started on something soon.

An OSOM

Gosh, I'm totally in love with this "Out of Sight Out of Mind" table. Its awesome becus it has so much storage space! Looking at it makes you want to sit at the table and do something already.

But then again, I won't get this table so I need a trip, to IKEA. Soon. =D

credits: http://elitechoice.org/2008/10/25/out-of-sight-out-of-mind-modular-table-concept/

The Afters

It weird that I'm writing here again. I haven been doing so for so long that I've forgotten my username and password, momentarily. Judging from the previous post, it seems kind of emo. Well I rmb, it was the pms tht did it. And the phone call tht woke me up over smth so trivial I almost blew my top. Times like these, you need an outlet so there it went.

These days, I feel as if I could do anything. Anything other than sch related stuff. Its amazing actually, the absurdity of it all. However, reality pulls me back sometimes. Like gravity. And then I rmb, the things that I am supposed to do (no doubt leaving them all till the very very last minute) and the convictions that I have made and am supposed to fulfill. Dreams, arh, are willing to come only with sacrifices and so I guess I must be prepared.

Time is never enough. During astro the other day, the lecturer was saying we use to only have 16 hours a day. Or was it 20? I can't rmb. And a million or a billion or a trillion yrs later, our day is gg to be extende to 32 hours! Isnt that cool? Anyway, thats beside the point cus at that time we'll probably haf more work to do with a different pace of life and such and pple will still want more hours.

Well, I just need some time to sleep. It seems like I'm addicted to my bed. I have a disorder these days thats resembles a permanent sticking to my bed kinda thing. Like someone had used superglue to stick me to my bed. There's this irresistable attraction to well, my bed. Even as I'm typing this, I'm typing this, in bed. I studied (studied isn't a very apt word to use actually, more of like read) for my last test, in bed. You all see where this is going? Its a vicious cycle.

I'm facing a problem now. I've got a tutorial, that I absolutely hate, to prepare for on friday and I can foresee that it's going to take a very long time. However, there's this Murakami book that I just got from the library and I couldnt resist it. Oh somebody, save me already!