i heart coffee after midnite! j'adore le cafe apres minuit!

Now that my french has officially ended. I seem to have the urge to get more acquianted with it than ever before. Strange, but i'm beginning to see and read things and sometimes think of things in french. Why didn't it happen or do i feel such strong interest previously...and why now that i have completed E6 and have no intention to continue further for any time near future (or as far as i can tell now). Well, i guess its best i try to write when i can...

Il est une heure et demi. Apres minuit, apres mon anniversaire aussi. J'ai trent trois ans maintenant.
Je suis assise dans le cafe de Coffee Bean a Genting Highlands. Je ne peux pas dormir. J'ai achete une tasse de cafe et j'apportes mon l'ordinateur mobile. Il y a internet libre. Je ne peux pas ecrit en francaise plus, parce que je suis tres fatigue. Je pratiquerai un peu quand j'ai le temps.

Thirty three

On this day of my thirty third anniversary, I got up at 7, skipped my shower, had instant noodle with luncheon meat and gone out of the house by 815am.

Sitting in a tour bus, northbound to the city above the clouds for a two-nights' stay. A short break with my family. One which I felt has been long due but feels just appropriate.

My parents have booked two rooms. One of which I get to stay by myself. I haven't been able to show my appreciation much. Strange. While I'm always able to express myself better with friends, I'm mostly without much things to say with my parents.

The slow climb; I'm getting rather impatient to get off this vehicle. The mute uncle beside me has been shifting in his seat since the start of the journey, perhaps as anxious to get off as well. We just got past the gantry at the foot of the hill. With about 30 people this will be an even slower ascend. Most in their later years, I think half of the bus will probably return this same evening via the same bus. A "one day tour" the tour guide says. These people have a pretty similar look on their face. That gleam in their eyes. $$. It's unmistakable.

I'm starting to feel a lil dizzy.
I should stop writing now...

J'ai completé mon élémentaire!

Le 19 avril 2011, il y avait mon dernier class en francaise.

J'ai completé l'élémentaire six!!!
Il a été une année depuis que j'ai commencé. Fatigué mais bien. Je peux un pause. Je ne vais pas continuer maintenant.
J'espère que un jour je peux parler sans problème. Peut-être je pourrai participer a la class phonics après le pause.

Maintenant, je me libre tous les mardis! C'est une bonne vie!

The world is a stage

Friday. Gone with the usual dress down day. It is a jolly good Friday where everything in office is squeaky clean. The silvers have been polished. The red carpet rolled out and the best coffee will be simmering in the pot. Most importantly, everyone will suddenly forget about lateness is. Will be in their best ironed shirts/dresses, some may even put on a tie or suit. All that just to put up a show for one person's brief visit, who I believe never requested anything of such and who most likely will not have chance to lay an eye on any of us who sits in a row. I can't help but wonder if there comes a day when I'm a somebody, would I be doing such act and rally my people to run this parade with me? All the floor will be gathering to put on a show, the act better impress the who has no boss.

When enough is enough

It's been four days since the showdown. I have so far vented pretty much of my anger and frustration towards this friend. In order to make him realize I mean what I said this time, I won't be giving in anytime soon. Sometimes I wonder if he'll ever learn not to take all things for granted, although I have been quite tolerant all this while but I won't be doing it forever, especially when my friendship has always been chosen as the one to be abused, just merely because i can 'afford'. I'm getting tired and I need a break from all this.

I'm on a Roller

From a supposedly relaxing weekend to a rush and flew past by Sunday. Life is truly a roller coaster.

Spending my Sunday morning having breakfast, guiding XR thru her first acc opening and getting started with her life here has been quite fulfilling. It's nice to witness the beginning of one's big decision in life. A decision that will change their course of life forever.

The rain has started again, I'm still on a my way back. Guess the tennis won't be on with or without me this evening. I just can't wait to get home, have a nice warm shower, slip into my comfortable tee and shorts and nap till it's dinner time. It would still be a great Sunday.

More red

The nose bleed seems to be more frequent now. Had one just when I laid down to bed last nite. And this morning when I was spreading my expired-by-one-day bread, I saw a drip on the floor. Then the rest came and I had to tilt my head for a few good minutes to stop the flow. Somehow I am rather afraid to find out if it's more than just heatiness.

Twice in a week

Last Sunday, D hopped back into my life for a brief appearance. Then hopped out again in a very quick move. Short, almost insignificant but somewhat sweet. Sometimes long encounters may not necessary be good but rather short ones make things seems much simpler & nice.

Tonight I'm heading to the airport. Aunt is coming over with cous sis. It's gonna be a family affair at the airport. I'm still very tired after the break-from-norm leave yesterday.

The gum's still a lil swollen and bleeding some. Its been 4 days or so now. Sometimes I wonder if my health problems will ever cease.

Location:Airport Blvd,Singapore,Singapore