I moved. From the East to the Central, Apartment to HDB, No more than 2 storeys to 8th level, Toilet bowl to disgusting squating thing, smooth marble/parquet flooring to ancient mosiac tiles. I'm still trying to adapt to my new surroundings; curfew at 9pm : dangerous neighbourhood at night, ah pek next door blasting hokkien music as and when he wants, more elders in my block than I never saw in my previous neighbourhoods, feeling more afraid walking 10 metres through a void deck than walking 100 metres in Telok Kurau.

But I do love my new home. Small it may be, but cosy and homely. No pictures, because it's not completely renovated and furnished yet. And everything's scattered everywhere, it's practically a battlefield.

So I've been MIA (and being emo) after the collection of the O level results. Thanks to all that even bothered comforting me kay. I know it isn't that bad, but I'm disappointed with myself.

I am, no doubt, the Mummy Number 2 in the house okay. Or maybe the Daddy. I assemble all the only-guys-would-know-a-shit-about things like computers, beds, cabinets. I pack. ALOT. From clothes to stationaries to photo albums to books to cds to boxes to tissue paper to sanitary pads to bags to paper to wires to food. I spent almost $300 buying stuff at Ikea + Mustafa. I don't understand why I'm doing this lah. Everyone is being so generous to my mom giving her money like she runs NKF (e.g. my uncle gave her $1000, her friend gave her $223, i gave her a vacuum cleaner and my lockable drawer and 95% of the space i have in my wardrobe before hers come tomorrow) And she still owes me $150.

I mature way too fast for my own good. Rebellious teenager at 11, "sensible" mugger at 15, mummy number 2 at 16. I will reach monopause by 20 lah, can.

Sorry I'm talking so much because I finally managed to get online after hours of staring at the modem, binding wires together, calling starhub so many times I memorized the sequence of numbers to get me to my customer service officer before the operator finishes her first line.

I feel quite weird online so Ciao, I'm going to go pack stuff again.

Labels: AMK, Family, House

17 this year and currently schooling at nyjc. I belong to a chaotic class with truly awesome people (well,mostly). I couldn't care less on what you think about me. I have my fair share of close loved ones: my mother, brother, grandmother, my bestest best friend Danial, the six girls that never fail to make me smile, KTHXBAI! and not to forget my Baby, Bambi, who means the wholefuckingworld to me. And they are all that matter. So either learn to be nice or leave me alone. Idc. Facebook

I moved. From the East to the Central, Apartment to HDB, No more than 2 storeys to 8th level, Toilet bowl to disgusting squating thing, smooth marble/parquet flooring to ancient mosiac tiles. I'm still trying to adapt to my new surroundings; curfew at 9pm : dangerous neighbourhood at night, ah pek next door blasting hokkien music as and when he wants, more elders in my block than I never saw in my previous neighbourhoods, feeling more afraid walking 10 metres through a void deck than walking 100 metres in Telok Kurau.

But I do love my new home. Small it may be, but cosy and homely. No pictures, because it's not completely renovated and furnished yet. And everything's scattered everywhere, it's practically a battlefield.

So I've been MIA (and being emo) after the collection of the O level results. Thanks to all that even bothered comforting me kay. I know it isn't that bad, but I'm disappointed with myself.

I am, no doubt, the Mummy Number 2 in the house okay. Or maybe the Daddy. I assemble all the only-guys-would-know-a-shit-about things like computers, beds, cabinets. I pack. ALOT. From clothes to stationaries to photo albums to books to cds to boxes to tissue paper to sanitary pads to bags to paper to wires to food. I spent almost $300 buying stuff at Ikea + Mustafa. I don't understand why I'm doing this lah. Everyone is being so generous to my mom giving her money like she runs NKF (e.g. my uncle gave her $1000, her friend gave her $223, i gave her a vacuum cleaner and my lockable drawer and 95% of the space i have in my wardrobe before hers come tomorrow) And she still owes me $150.

I mature way too fast for my own good. Rebellious teenager at 11, "sensible" mugger at 15, mummy number 2 at 16. I will reach monopause by 20 lah, can.

Sorry I'm talking so much because I finally managed to get online after hours of staring at the modem, binding wires together, calling starhub so many times I memorized the sequence of numbers to get me to my customer service officer before the operator finishes her first line.

I feel quite weird online so Ciao, I'm going to go pack stuff again.

Labels: AMK, Family, House

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