EH LEE!

Eils, you and me are going to do midnight studying and then go for prata and satay because we are going to totally deserve it after frying our brain cells over Econs and Chemistry aye! I know it sucks to see people around you having the drive except you, and I can relate. But please remember that you are going to enter NUS with me next year to see the boys and break their hearts okay! Anyway, we haven't been talking for ages and you should be ashamed of yourself, GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER WOMAN. I want the dirrrty, sordid details soon!

(AND PLEASE DO NOT TELL ME SOMETHING INTERESTING THAN GO OFFLINE IMMEDIATELY OKAY. I will hunt you down and kill you. )

Crunch time

As of Friday, 27th July, I got my hair cut. A long long time overdue.


And on other significantly more mundane topics, I studied like a cow for this entire week. A Levels is less than a hundred days away, it finally hit me and hard. (took me long enough) My results from Prelim 1 is, to put it nicely, revolting. No more mere triviality and such, it's time to get to the grind and STUDAYYYYE.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

It laid in my lap, a delicious weight.


I held it up, surprisingly light and compact for all the enormity of its contents that lay beyond the first three pages. A sense of surreal crept over me. It's just a book, paper and ink, but it's also so much more, so very much more.

I started reading the first of the series in Primary six, a wee age of 12, at the threshold of adolescence. And now, I stand at the cusp of my teenage hood at 18, and I'm about to come to and end of my Harry Potter journey.

It's fitting, somehow.

When I wrote this entry, I have not flipped to the first chapter yet. The only text that I've picked off from the book is the front blurb and the back page about Rowling. Like a highly anticipated gift, I was reluctant to jump straight into the story, having wait for close to two years for this moment, I felt it deserve more ceremony. It doesn't seem right to just read off the bat without savoring the pre moments of finally possessing it and finally, finally knowing. I fingered the heavy gold embossed texture of the letters on the cover, the anticipation and longing is overwhelming.

I know I sound like a psychotic cult geekfan but when it comes to this particular bespectacled boy and his world, I'm not ashamed to say that is exactly what I am. Those who had the fortune to lose themselves thoroughly and completely in this amazing realm created by Rowling can empathize with me, I'm sure.

The reason why I'm writing this is because I want to remember this delicious feeling of blessed unknowing before entering the story. I want it written down in black and white, in indelible words so that I will be able to remember this sense of trembling anticipation, like moments before embarking on that trip you've been longing to go all your life, especially during the inevitable post-ending depression that will come when I finally put down the book.

See you 603 pages later.

Who Ever Loved, that Loved not at First Sight?

(This poem by Christopher Marlowe is one of my favorite favorite absolute loved to death poem of all time)

It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long 'ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially we do affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows, let it suffice,
What we behold is censured by our eyes
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

I did a rather thorough blog-hopping just now, and in a decidedly untypical manner, made myself read each and every of my friends' blogs, be it the interesting, the intellectual, the mundane, the narcissistic or the incoherent mess type. And oh! I was so very tickled by the intensely dramatically tragic manner which some tend to express themselves in. Lines like:

"You ripped open my heart and left only scars that cannot heal."
"I built a wall around my heart, only to have you tear it down again."
"My tears and my blood shed to win your love."
"You got me in so deep, I am utterly lost without your smile, your touch, your presence."
"The scars you inflicted gets deeper with each passing second I think about you."

And I could've gone on and on and on! Tsk, we girls are emotional creatures aye. You would think they fancy themselves as young Danielle Steels(whose books I LOATHE by the way) of some sort, from that mushy heartbroken tone they compose their thoughts in. When you stand in an objective stance and think, we teenagers are really a very angsty lot, with emotions to burn, don't you think?

Surreal

So here I am, in the college's library, around me are shelves after shelves crammed filled with academic texts of diverse subjects, stacks of old examination papers and resources. Everyone else is bent over their thick books, terrified about the nearing prelims 2 that is a disgustingly short two months away, and I am deeply intensely engrossed in...


...playing online mahjong on Yahoo with WeiMing and Flora.



I ought to be smacked, I think.

Princess of the day/ Edited

(This is one entry that I should turn to whenever I start feeling neglected or unloved.)

Because my loveliest friends make 18 such a sweeeeeeet age to live, celebrate and love. To do justice to their love, I'm not going to skimp on the details and try my very best to pen down my thanks and everything else that made my 18th birthday such a banging terrific affair.

THANK YOU to my sevens for Saturday night at Cafe Cartel, roses, the gorgeous heart-shaped poster, endless laughters, shrieking that drew glares from other patrons, the cheesecake that was supposed to be sold out and tolerating my "ok-i-don't-care-the-next-one-sure-funny-one!" lameass jokes and for just making me laugh like never before again.



THANK YOU to my dearest KG, the oldest gang of gal pals I have ever had. With them, I never felt the need to pretend to be someone I'm not, or to say something I don't mean. I love the familiar support and wordless understanding they never fail to provide during the toughest of times. Thank you for the wonderful day at Sentosa, where we are all reaping the painful consequences now, the carefully planned games, the insane entertainment that you girls effortlessly inject, the Warehouse gift card, the birthday cheesecake (again HAHA), the lovely long bus ride home and just all the heart-to-hearts in between.


THANK YOU my favorite people in 23A. I am....rendered speechless by your gift, honestly. I don't know what to say, thank you don't seemed to be enough. I LOVE LOVE LOVE it, I love that y'all spent so much love and time on it, I love it that you noticed every little inconspicuous quirks and habits of mine and put a little of eveything into the gift, and I am absolutely CRAZY over the DIYed photo album, it made me smiled so hard when I looked at it. Lis, Ryn, Flor and Ming- you make JC life frickin' awesome, y'all are absolutely irreplaceable.


(I know I'm gushing and it's sickening, but OMG I REALLY REALLY DO ADORE THIS SO MUCH!)

(Because we didn't managed to take a photo today, I had to use an old one. )

(And Joyce babe, I think your sexy-butt bubble man is out of this world too! Heheh)

THANK YOU (although I've a good mind not to for the month you put me through) to bestf who intentionally ignored me for an entire month in order to make sure I am properly convinced that she has totally forgotten about my birthday and my existence, and calling up my classmates who happily went along with her ( *coughs*Lisda*coughs*Eileen*coughs*) and finally giving me the shock of my life when I see her standing in my school canteen today, grinning like a fool. Thank you for the gorgeous DIYed collage, the Cedele cupcake, but most of all, finally catching up over dinner with my family and being a proper bestf again. You are the perfect end to a perfect birthday, love.


THANK YOU to the lovely netball girls (and Shaowen) for the Royce bitterdark and card. It was unexpected and such a pleasant afterbirthday surprise. But knowing my disgustingly undisciplined weakness for gourmet dark chocolates, I will probably put on a good 2kils. So thanks and no thanks girls. I do miss our giggly fun and trainings, ya think Clayton will consent for us to participate in Pesta Sukan 07? :D



THANK YOU(or maybe not) to the rest of the Elevens for the insane I'm-not-too-sure-how-many-inches-but-it-looks-scary-as-hell high heels, which I so know I'm going to either fall on my ass trying to walk in them or kill myself walking down the stairs, whichever comes first. Yes, thanks alot girls, y'all secretly hate me right. Pfffah. But seriously, it's gorgeous and I love it!

And of course, not forgetting those who remembered. To those who called/smsed/emailed/wished me in school/blogs, cheers! You played a bit in making this lady's 18th an absolutely fabulous one that she will never forget. They say you should celebrate your 18th with a bang, I never did expected to but it did. I'm the happiest girl today, thanks to all of you dearest loves.

XOXOXO and my heartfelt annoyingly repeated thanks,
18 years old and still kicking! Tze

In my previous entry I said...

"the last GSS shopping spree on Thursday (I'm going to haul MAJOR ass),"

...which I did, with a passion. I think I ran up a record on Mummy's Visa.

(IT FELT FUCKING FANTASTIC.)

Mom said that the ridiculously extravagant shopping spree today, together with my new contact lenses, is my 18th birthday gift. It is by far, the most awesome, the best one I've ever received. The haul, coupled with a good good GOOD bonding session with motherdearest today makes it perfect. We talked about everything under the sun and everything that isn't. Okay, maybe gossip would've been a better word. Sometimes, I think my mother is a insane, giggly, teenager stuck in a mother's body. Sometimes we sound so alike it scares me.

But all in all, I DID hauled major ass, and somemore. The afterglow is still tingling, I swear. (:

(Funny how so many people I know happened to be in town today and Orchard Road is apparently big enough that we did not bump into each other at all. )

And, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MERELDA!


<3!

Interlude,so very brief

The past week lumbered heavily by with an armload of exams of which I am supremely confident of flunking at least 2 of them. Pfffah, to think I gave up my social life in the June break for naught, it's rankles the hell out of me.

The papers were both physically and mentally draining. Funnily enough, don't you think, it being physically exhausting when the only exertion was parking my ass on the chair and barely lifting a finger to scribble. But yeah, it was.

On a much much very much lighter note, I'm rewarding myself undeservingly after my last paper on Tuesday.
MoviesmoviesMOVIES! that have been loooong overdue on Wednesday,
the last GSS shopping spree on Thursday (I'm going to haul MAJOR ass),
meeting up with the dearest 7s (at frickin' last) on Saturday and
SENOTOSA BABY! with KG the next day.

And comes Monday, which is probably the only day in the entire 365 heap that is worth your utmost attention.
(HEH)

Narcissism aside, I really really really don't want to get back any of my papers and face the bitch of a reality. ):

P.S This is a little late but you da shiiiat, Khairyn A! Full marks babe! <3!