My cousin Nicole, is seriously entertaining. Just a snippet of our breakfast conversation.

Background: I was trying to annoy her by singing cartman's version of pokerface while she was reading the newspaper.

Me: PAH PAH PAH POKERFACE PAH PAH POKERFACE
Nic: Yes P I get it... pokerface by lady gaga
Me: No it's different!! PAH PAH PAH POKERFACE PAH PAH POKERFACE
Nic: Ohhhhhh family guy is it?
Me: Nope! PAH PAH PAH POKERFACE PAH PAH POKERFACE
Nic: Aiyah then it's North Park...
Me: HAHAHAHAHA SOUTH PARK LA. Wth north park... hahahahahahahahahahahaha
Nic: -_-

Much as I miss home alot, there are some things which I guess, takes getting used to after staying in hall for long periods of time.

Firstly, the endless squabbling. Living with so many people in the house would definitely result in squabbles here and there, even locking myself up in the room, I'm not spared from it. People coming in at different times asking me to take their sides. Spare me.

And not being able to eat whenever you want. I can't eat at 2 because it's too late. Oh and being forced to eat what you don't like. But I found a way to get out of that sticky situation (:

Though that being said, I love being home. Just some parts of it need getting used to.

I'll try to make this a happy post.
Actually that can wait till the 1st of dec.

Right now
Discourse and Conversation
CS100
Semantics and Pragmatics

Therefore: Not so happy (:

AMISHA I MISS YOU.

In times like these, when exam stress really sets in, all you want is to go home, curl up on that bed of yours and sleep the troubles away. Wake up to your cute grandma force feeding you, or the loud singing coming from the shower. Turn on the teevee to watch silly nothings, nonsense like rachael ray or even the price is right.

Looking at the photos of fat Jiun made me realise how I forgotten how that adorable little snowman used to look like. I mean he used to look like an adorable little snowman, now, ummmmm a Yeti.

I stop probably stop wishing I were home and continue on that sickening morpho-syntax. Thank goodness cores are finished and now I can finally do what I like.

HOPEFULLY.

Hell week part 2

Good job Cheryl you are not breaking down, yet. And hopefully you never do. Maybe it's because you have grown stronger and braver this sem. Or maybe because you have become more jaded.

(:

The older you get, the less dreams you have.

When I was sixteen, I dreamed of a different life in JC

When I was eighteen, I dreamed of a cool life in Uni.

No one really dreams of stepping out into society to work. That's when all the responsibilities would start to flood in.

Looking back, I wish I was still clad in white and blue. In that protective bubble, unexposed to the real life out there. When I was very happy.

Or in that maroon skirt. Teenage drama issues. Crazy bunch of people. Tons of laughter.

I realised, the past will always come back to haunt and no matter how you try to run or avoid, it's inevitable somehow it will catch up with you.

But I shall allow it to haunt me no more.