just because i loved it!
reblogged from harlequinn:

you know that its true
everytime i see your face, i miss you, baby
you know that its you
i want to let you know you're driving me crazy
i'd do anything to help you to see
i dont think you understand what you're doing to me

you know that its true
every now and then i want to call you, baby
you know that its you
i say a prayer that you'll come back to me, baby
life aint anything alone, cant you see
you're an angel in my eyes, everyday you're closer to me.



its cheesy, i know.
but i cant help putting it up
after hearing it over at seoul garden in taka.











happy 19th, love.

you know, i would write you a-page-long love note
but this is as much i could write here.

usually, my to-do list would be written on pieces of purple post-its and pasted on my mirror. one post-it for every single thing that has to be done and its very therapeutic to remove one post-it from the mirror each time i completed something.

right now, seeing my list of to-dos, those purple post-its would take up my entire mirror.



things to do by next week


DED 100
1) add input to mindmap and email eve by sunday, 11 oct
2) read up on vygotsky and social-emotional learning and prepare sharing session
3) meeting with group members on tuesday, 13 oct, 5.30pm
4) e-learning week
a) read up eggen chapter 14 (pg 430-468) and chapter 15 (pg 470-496)
b) participate in 2 online quizzes and email tutor the results
c) contribute at least 2 posts on the discussion board on the given topics

DED 103
1) online group discussion:
a) read up on the case scenario
b) do a short write-up on the questions, for both part 1 and 2
c) includes models, strategies or therioes that are find relevant to the case
d) justify why you chose those models
e) relate to the research that you have done on ADHD
f) include references where necessary
2) email hani by friday night, 17 oct.

DED 107
1) to borrow upper primary health education coursebook
2) do up powerpoint presentation
3) prepare 20 questions for online quiz

DSD 100
1) to borrow mekar textbook and panduan guru
2) to do up a detailed lesson plan, by thursday, 15 oct

DSF 100
1) sastera presentation with sha on tuesday, 13 oct

gesl
1) to type out gesl minutes
2) to email lynn and jannah


and this is only for next week. keeping in mind 3 group presentations and 2 individual assignments due on the 1st week of november, im hyperventilating. i have not started even a bit for the assignments. not to mention that exams are exactly a month away and im completely not prepared. its time to panic!

and i totally cant work well under pressure. i can forsee myself staying up till 5 am, not having my meals until my work is completed, eyes glued to the laptop and fingers furiously hitting the keyboard - due to last minute work. and its entirely my fault for procrastinating. not to mention the dark circles and eyebags!

goodness, i am even babbling right now.










by the way,
the sunshine turns 8 today!
she would be having he celebration next week,
despite the little surprise we gave her just now.













i woke up really late for school that thursday
and the boyfriend was so sweet to offer to send me before he started work.
and he asked me the cutest question ever,
"you're not ashamed that a mcdonalds' rider is sending you to school?"
he was in the uniform. (:

while riding on his suzuki drz, the sky looked really intimidating.
it was not before long that rain began pelting down on us.
we were not ready for the storm, he was raincoatless.
he turned around and asked, "go on?"

now, i just have something about him -
with his visor down and turning around to face me, while on the bike.
cause each time he does that, he looks so impossibly hot.

with my mind distracted, i stupidly told him to go on.
it wasnt before long that the rain got heavier,
accompanied by claps of thunder and flashes of lightning.
he didnt dare ride in the storm, especially with me as pillion.

he rode back, sent me to the nearest taxi stand
and even gave me taxi fare.
i cant help but notice that
he was drenched from head to toe.



and right now,
my boyfriend is down with fever and flu. ):

he loves me,
he loves me not
he loves me,
he loves me not

he loves me.
does he?

it was the worst, ever.
torrents of rain, just threatening to spill.


the nonchalance and i-dont-give-a-damn attitude
was a far cry from the usual coolness that i saw in him.
especially that absolute certainty.







i then realised at that very moment,
he didnt need me.
he didnt even want me.

and it was me all along,
holding on for my dear life on that string
called love.

"we said let go
but i kept on hanging on
inside i know its over
you're really gone
its killing me
cause there aint nothing i can do
baby,
i stay in love with you."











but like all thunderstroms
the gale will subside to a breeze
and the downpour diminishes to
a mere pitter patter on the window sill.







i loved him more than ever,
in our 19 months together.



and when he said,
"this will not happen, ever again",

it was like justin timberlake whispering in my ears.














lets work on this, baby.
together.

hello.
back from hiatus.







recess week started yesterday after class, at 6pm.
its great cause assignments and deadlines
dominated the previous.



it was a hectic 2009 ramadhan.



i decided to take orders for kuih tart from nenek and busu.
for ibu and own consumption as well.
starting only at 11am,
i only completed the 500th piece at 2am,
with prayers, buka and terawih in between.


helped nenek makeup her 20 year old toilet paintjob,
in celery green.
really pretty.


.. and who can forget the first and only iftar
with the 6ixers
at the mayuni omar music cafe?


took down the super heavy drapes,
cleaned the humungous windows of the master bedroom
and hung up the white laced ones.


worked on my 1500-word-each assignments,
on the eve of hari raya and a day after.

with ibu in the kitchen whipping up the sambal goreng,
bapak clearing the stuff downstairs and
nana battling it upstairs,

i couldnt help feeling really useless,
as i stared at the laptop screen,
my fingers hitting furiously on the keyboard.


and of course,
the project of the year..

painting and revamping our room.
it was madness -
not only on our poor aching backs,
worn out minds,


but on our wallets as well.

TA-DAA!

you better like it.

on another note:

don't wanna try
cause all we do is fight
and say the things
that hurt so bad
to where we both begin to cry.

i could cry a well full of tears for you
and you'd still tell me to write my own fairy tale.












i will start working on it now,
with none of the characters,

being you.

she is trying to prove something.


























we'll see about that.

talking about entering a wedding ceremony, with a
BANG!

just the other night,
we had this conversation.



ibu was strongly against the idea of us riding.

she finally decided to leave it to bapak,
who by the way, always supports her decision,
and always has the final say.



bapak: parents usually can see whether the child has the ability to do something.
i dont see why not.

us: (disbelief) (pleased) (suddenly so much love for bapak)

ibu: (horrified) awak kasi anak-anak awak yang perempuan ni naik motor?

bapak: if they ride safely, tau jaga diri sendiri, apasal tak boleh?
after all of you get your license, the 5 of us can go riding.



NEWSFLASH: BAPAK ALLOWED US TO TAKE UP BIKE LESSONS.



and while i was in cloud nine,
ibu began talking and brought me back down to earth.



cik yani was an extreme rider,
who had a motorbike escort of more
than fifty during her wedding.

after she met with an accident,
she never got on a bike, even as a pillion.
and because of the motorbike accident,
she was unable to do a natural childbirth.



jannah met with an accident
while undergoing her bike lessons.
the accident left her leg paralysed.

not only was she unable to move around for a few months,
she also missed a semester in nus.























until i manage to convince and persuade ibu,



the thought of looking half as hot as fox
on the aprilia RS 125 in transformers: revenge of the fallen,
may as well remain a dream.

no matter where i have been
and whatever i loved while being overseas,
i come back knowing that singapore is home,
where my family and friends are.

happy 44th singapore!