LG Shine

Picked up my new mobile phone today!!! Went to Eastpoint on Monday and had lunch with Della (read indulging ourselves at the buffet Han River.) We walked around after that cos we wanted to check out new phones. Della's texting function was warped and my phone's camera was spoilt so I wanted to get a new one as well.

Initially I thought of getting a Sony-Ericcson but after seeing that beautiful silver thing it was a done deal. (Well after 1 hour of agonising decision-making). Yes I bought an LG again. My old one was an LG too. Maybe it's just fate or me wanting to have an affinity with anything Korean ha ha.

Plus points for me:
*MP3 player cos mine's spoilt
*Huge screen
*The feeling of sliding it with my fingers hee hee
*The feeling of cool metal on my skin

Land Down Under

Saz left for the land down under early this morning. Didn’t realize her SMS till a few hours later. I miss her already. She’s my lifeline I guess. My bro, Din made a joke about how the both us will grow old together and yet still get excited over the same things, talk about the same things or do whatever old ladies that age do. I’m also contemplating following her to KL again on a hockey training trip. Older boys this time ha ha ha.

Whatever it is, things to look forward to when she gets back:

1. Finish the last 6 episodes of ‘Lovers’
2. Start on ‘My Girl’

I’m not too sure who is a bad influence (overdosing on Korean dramas) on who.

5 days and counting…

Da Ryna-sshi chong mal bogoshipoh!

Last Day of School

Sigh it was the last day of school today. So there was a party for the K2s. I was busy with the last Learning Circle and all that I think I didn't have time to let everything sink in.

It felt so weird, like a little hole had started to puncture itself in my heart. I didn't cry. Just felt a sense of loss. Took photos with them but becuase of confidentiality issues I can't upload them here.

2 days ago one of the kids gave me an early Christmas gift (I think, since he drew a beautiful picture of one in front of the card). In the card he wrote a few simple lines which touched me so.



Ok I confess, he was one of my favourites. I loved listening to his stories and how he looked forward to my little notes. (I gave all of them 'love' notes now and then)
I will miss him.

Made up my mind to continue next year. It'll start in Term 2. Hope next year will be a smoother ride!!!

Memory

Reading an article on the human memory in National Geographic’s November issue reminded me of a chat I had with Saz. In a late night conversation with her a few weeks back (when we both should know better and sleep because we had school the next morning!), she asked me a question about how I determined whether to tell a guy I liked/loved him. (My reply was there was never any premeditation in my declarations.) That led on to me remembering events and moments in my life, yet again.

Sometimes I curse the tyrannical nature of my memory; how I am able to retain and recall events in my life. It doesn’t take much to surface them: a song, a familiar scent, places I go to, a word. And these memories are not always bad but at times remembering the good ones too; bring about a certain amount of pain. I shared this with Saz. She said at least I have memories in my life, no matter how bittersweet or pained they may be.

But I was of the opinion that it could make my life out to be so pathetic; a woman, clinging on to an absurd obsession with the past. Like they are the only things I have that somehow make life a little better. No, I don’t dwell in the past or wish to remain there. I do look forward to a future no matter how uncertain it can be. Yet it bothers me how easily they drift into my consciousness.

Stranger still, at the same time, I struggle with the need to remember, the fear that one day they will vanish from my mind.

I don’t want to forget how it felt walking beside the man I loved, breathing in his sweat-mingled cologne scent. I don’t mean to forget how he said he needed to hear me say that I was happy for him when he got engaged. I don’t wish to forget how my heart broke when a close friend decided to pull herself away from my life. I mull over whether I should write them down lest I forget.

All are important, all were crucial possibly in making up who I am today.

Maybe I’ll just have to learn to embrace them, to remind me that they are little proofs of the life I have led thus far.

“…memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory." - Truman Capote

Facebook Bandwagon

After a couple of emails from an acquaintance to be on FB, I finally conceded defeat and signed up for it. It was weird at first but after a few weeks into it, I can understand why it can be addictive. All the silly, zany applications are a riot. I now have a Panda as a virtual pet. I call her Deedee. I now know who I am compatible with or not based on cinematic tastes. I now have weird pics and vids on my Funwall. There are many others which I don’t even dare to try ha ha ha. (Well maybe getting spanked could be fun) It’s also an easy way to communicate with my contacts. Easier than email even. Well at least to me.

The down side though is coming across people/friends from the past; primary school, secondary, JC, NUS. The problem is not with seeing them but more of seeing them with their babies or significant others in their lives. That really serves to accentuate what is lacking in mine.

Oh well I’ll still have a go at this thing.

Something interesting to do to while the time away.

Lelaki Ini

Okie a week before Raya, I actually bought Anuar Zain's latest album. Heard the single when I was listening to Ria (Yes...I listen to Malay radio stations occasionally!)It blew me away. So drama, so me!! Ha ha. But seriously, I love the whole album, especially the ballads. His vocals if can be said, has gotten better.
Been listening to it on repeat day in day out. Think I'm driving my mum and brother mad. But hey at least it's a change from my endless Mandarin or Korean songs right.

Sigh...when will a guy ever declare all this to me??