The thing we love

It's easy when you see a couple getting married. All happy and jolly. And most of us would think thats a closing of a chapter. And we stop looking at them for a while, leave them to do what they do in their new found life. Starting a new family, building a house, planning for the first kid. But sometimes when you stop looking, it doesn't mean the happiness and jolliness will keep itself going till they achieve all that and perhaps more. Sometimes, before all that can even begin things may immediately start falling apart. Is it the culture of modern society that we rush into everything, afraid that if we don't do it we probably won't be able or have any chance to do it anymore?

Last afternoon, I was at Mcdonald's having lunch, saw an old japanese couple queuing for ice-cream outside. The old man got a choco top and the old lady got a lime swirl. They came into the restaurant quite excitedly and got a themselves a seat just diagonal from me. Taking turns holding the two cones, snapping pictures for one another. And when they finish to about half, they traded with each other. Such is not a picture you will see everyday. I can't help but to wonder, how many couples will get to this stage? And if you are lucky to get there, would it mean that you've already had a great love life? :)

Twice as good

At times I would laugh at myself. What was I thinking, about a month ago I got into a bookstore(just because I saw some familiar faces coming my way and I wanted to avoid them), then I bought a book from the bestseller display. I briefly read the back and thought it's pretty interesting.

A month and half later, I finally took it out from the plastic bag. And when i start reading at the back of the book again in the train, it suddenly seem all so familiar. Flipping through a few chapters i was assured i have had this one before, only from a different publisher. Thus, different cover design. I have a feeling of being cheated, by myself.

Though it was a good book, but I don't intend to do it twice just yet. Now I will have to give this away to prevent myself from 'remembering' the silly mistake I've committed...

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.