i met Mel today! it's been a really long time since i last spoke to her.
and i realised that she's the only classmate from my first 3 months class whom i've actually truly kept in touch with over the last 2 years since we split.
thinking back to the blissful first 3 months days of last year always throws me into a whimsical wistful mood.
...enough said, i think.
sometimes, i'm truly convinced that my heart is a lot more powerful than my mind. like my feelings are a lot stronger than what i tell myself i should feel.
mind over matter?
i think not.
Aeon Flux today was not bad.. Charlize Theron is really hot! although the storyline wasn't that fabulous.. still, i think that the show didn't suck as badly as some people said.
Bangkok last week was seriously just one super long shopping spree.
i shopped for 7 days straight from morning to night, it was
insane.
the prices there were so much lower than in Singapore, now i really can't bring myself to buy anything here.
i came back home with an exploding luggage cos i just bought so much stuff! and i felt really good about my buys cos the amount i spent was really not reflective of the actual amount of things i bought.
the only bit of sight-seeing we managed to squeeze in was the visit to the floating market on Thursday.
it was cool! my sister and i sat right in front in the boat. which was extremely pollutive to the river by the way. i saw oil dripping from the engine of the boats into the river and was quite horrified.
since the exams have ended, life has been one unending whirl of activity.
prom on Tuesday was not fantastic in itself. the food was just so-s0 and the programme consisted of the usual prom dinner stuff.
dressing up was also a hassle, and my makeup was a disaster! i had only something like 15 minutes to put on all my makeup and i was this close to bursting into tears at the state of my face by 530 when we were supposed to leave.
but what i liked about prom was the photo taking and seeing my friends looking all so shiny and glamorous.
yeah, superficial reasons, i know, but i think it's nice to have a photo with your friend with the both of you looking glammed up. must be the bimbo side of me surfacing when i think that way.
snapping all those photos with my friends in itself was a significant gesture. i felt that it marked the total closure of the chapter of my life in AC. those shiny polished photos i took were like the last few photographs in the scrapbook symbolising that particular chapter, and like the ending of a book, are poignant and memorable indeed.
sentimentality has always been one of my weaknesses.
the last time i took so many photos with my friends was during Baccalaureate service in October.
it was on that day that i cried.
i felt that on that day, a chapter of my life was truly over. it was closure for me.
i don't know how to say it, but something in me just snapped and i knew in my head that school life and life as i had lived it then was finally over. that made the tears come, the thought that school life would become a thing of the past, another one of those dusty memories stored in my head.
anyway.
playing FFX-2 on the ps2 and watching late night soccer hasn't been as fulfilling as i imagined it to be.
for one thing, my sis and i have replayed x-2 at least 3 times since we started because we're determined to get 100% story completion. and last night, we realised that we missed out something really small along the way and that we would have to restart our game
again. 15+ hours of gaming. pfft.
and Manchester United's sorry defeat to Benfica on Wednesday night really made me feel like throwing something at the tv screen. i stayed up til 6am to watch the match and spent the last 10 minutes of the game praying and praying that a miracle would happen and Man U would somehow scrape a draw, cos that was all they needed to make it through to the next stage of the Champions League. but NO, no miracle happened, and i slouched up to bed at 6 in the morning feeling utterly grumpy.
on a brighter note concerning Man U, Alan Smith's hair is finally growing back.
