dEaR jUmJuM...
So I lost my phone at the same place I lost it 5 years ago. Both occasions my phone was in my pocket. Haizzzzz. Such a feeling of deja vu when I was going round and round the shop looking for my phone! I am never going back there again.
Also, I realised how inconvenient a smartphone is when you lose it. EVERYTHING is linked to your phone- Facebook, email, Twitter... So in addition to barring my number, I had to deactivate all of them and I'm not even sure if they can still log in so I'll probably wait a week to reactivate....
The worst part? Losing all my personal pictures to a total stranger! Trying very hard to recall everything that was in my phone. Haiz, please please please, DO NOT go through my pictures! =(
I'll probably have to use my old Nokia again. I doubt my parents will buy me a new one. I don't think I deserve one either.
a sad *atm*
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Re: To Catch A Fall
dEaR jUmJuM...
Revving up our blogs again! =)
Okay so this is in response to Erratic Behaviour's blog post 'To Catch A Fall', http://locomoart.blogspot.com/2012/11/to-catch-fall.html#more
which reminded me of my epic fall in August 2011...
It all started that fateful day when my mum dropped me off at Kuching High's back gate. I was happily striding along with my 100 pound bag and arms full of books and my water bottle, when I saw my friend Sylvester so I looked up and smiled at him.
Right when he smiled back, I realised my left foot was caught in a hole in the slope...and before I knew it I was tumbling forward. Anddd because my arms were occupied, I couldn't break my fall, so I scraped my knees on the rocky pavement.
At first I was just a bit stunned. It wasn't until Diane helped me up to the staff room and saw my bloody knees, and the pain hit me and I cried... I found out later that another girl had fell at the exact same spot a week or so before. When my mum knew about it she was so riled up, she called the principal and made him patch that hole ASAP!
Anyway, my left knee never healed properly so I have to live with two scars- one looks like a J and the one above it looks like the eye of Sauron from Lord of the Rings..
←
That fall was really a setback for me as my scarless legs were always my pride and joy. It made me very, very self-conscious and I always try to cover them up.
When taking pictures, I would either:-
a. Cover my knees with my hands/ items of clothing
b. point my left knee downwards so the scars are barely visible
And then I realised, screw that! So I have some disgusting scars. So what? It wasn't something I chose to have. And from then on, whenever people start staring at my knee, I happily tell them the story of how I fell =) Ultimately, that fall made my dad a much poorer person because of all the scar creams I buy...heh.
And of course, if all else fails, there's always laser surgery! xD
*atm*
Revving up our blogs again! =)
Okay so this is in response to Erratic Behaviour's blog post 'To Catch A Fall', http://locomoart.blogspot.com/2012/11/to-catch-fall.html#more
which reminded me of my epic fall in August 2011...
It all started that fateful day when my mum dropped me off at Kuching High's back gate. I was happily striding along with my 100 pound bag and arms full of books and my water bottle, when I saw my friend Sylvester so I looked up and smiled at him.
Right when he smiled back, I realised my left foot was caught in a hole in the slope...and before I knew it I was tumbling forward. Anddd because my arms were occupied, I couldn't break my fall, so I scraped my knees on the rocky pavement.
At first I was just a bit stunned. It wasn't until Diane helped me up to the staff room and saw my bloody knees, and the pain hit me and I cried... I found out later that another girl had fell at the exact same spot a week or so before. When my mum knew about it she was so riled up, she called the principal and made him patch that hole ASAP!
Anyway, my left knee never healed properly so I have to live with two scars- one looks like a J and the one above it looks like the eye of Sauron from Lord of the Rings..←
That fall was really a setback for me as my scarless legs were always my pride and joy. It made me very, very self-conscious and I always try to cover them up.
When taking pictures, I would either:-
a. Cover my knees with my hands/ items of clothing
b. point my left knee downwards so the scars are barely visible
And then I realised, screw that! So I have some disgusting scars. So what? It wasn't something I chose to have. And from then on, whenever people start staring at my knee, I happily tell them the story of how I fell =) Ultimately, that fall made my dad a much poorer person because of all the scar creams I buy...heh.
And of course, if all else fails, there's always laser surgery! xD
*atm*
Monday, February 20, 2012
Form5CrazinessPlan!!
dEaR jUmJuM...
This was compiled by Freda and I in the starting of Form 5. I still remember us sitting at the back, in the newly-constructed Block 2, writing this bunch of crap on the back of my notebook just before we went home:
(copied exactly)
This was compiled by Freda and I in the starting of Form 5. I still remember us sitting at the back, in the newly-constructed Block 2, writing this bunch of crap on the back of my notebook just before we went home:
(copied exactly)
FORM 5 CRAZINESS PLAN
1. Join swimming competition. ✓ Hilarious!
2. Act like spies and assasins in school. ✓ We barged into Miss Bong's class with 'guns' in our hands and rolled on the floor!
3. Run during sports day. ✗ =(
4. Have eventful Valntine's Day. ✓
5. Skip 3 whole periods in another class and not get caught.✓ Hahaha in 5S2 on a Tuesday.
6. Decimate D. Poodle. ✗ Sadly unfulfilled.
7. Sleepover! ✓ Da's house.
8. Make videos in school. ✓ Tons!
9. Take lots of pictures. ✓
10. Overnight in school. ✗ Hahaha nuts
11. Photoshoot @ studio. ✗ Sadly
12. Go out of Kuching for competition. ✗ Only in F4...
13. Confess to somebody. ✓ LOL
14. Perform on stage. ✗ What were we thinking?
15. Makeover. ✓ Da has..
16. Model in school. ✓ Tons of times
17. Straights A+'s. ∞ When the sun rises in the west, maybe.
18. MAKEOUT with hottie at a pub. ✗ This is CLEARLY Da's idea........
Love of Driving
dEaR jUmJuM...
I've always been obsessed with driving. It seemed like the coolest thing to be able to manouvre a vehicle, bringing yourself and other to places your legs cant take you. My mum said driving was in our blood, as my grandpa used to be a bus driver, and another worked as a postman. Driving was also a symbol of 'grown-up-ness' and freedom to my young mind.
Here are some of the crazyyy stuff I used to do back then to bring myself "closer" to driving...
2. My sister and I used to own a ton of Hot Wheels toy cars. We'd spend hours lining them up in staight lines using rulers and books. Also, I'd move the cars around the room, imagining I was actually in that car. Very abnormal for a girl, I knoww.
3. I used to cycle around the taman last time in Kajang. I'd dream that I was a mother, dropping her kids off to school and tuition. Back then I bet people were bewildered by the crazy girl who cycled and stop, cycled and stop- and seemed to be talking to thin air! Also, I used my bicycle brakes as car signals whenever I made a turning! (After all that training, I never not put on my signals when driving now.)
I cannot describe the joy I felt when I finally got THIS. The licence to my childhood dream~ I'll always enjoy driving, no matter what old drivers say!
*atm*
I've always been obsessed with driving. It seemed like the coolest thing to be able to manouvre a vehicle, bringing yourself and other to places your legs cant take you. My mum said driving was in our blood, as my grandpa used to be a bus driver, and another worked as a postman. Driving was also a symbol of 'grown-up-ness' and freedom to my young mind.
Here are some of the crazyyy stuff I used to do back then to bring myself "closer" to driving...
1. I remember going to a restaurant with my dad once, and saw
straws that were exactly like these- black, with that extendable bit at the neck. Somehow it reminded me of a manual shift gear, and I pestered my dad to get some from the waitress. When I got home, I stuck one into the space between the sofa cushions, took a frisbee for my steering wheel and 'drove' haha.
2. My sister and I used to own a ton of Hot Wheels toy cars. We'd spend hours lining them up in staight lines using rulers and books. Also, I'd move the cars around the room, imagining I was actually in that car. Very abnormal for a girl, I knoww.
3. I used to cycle around the taman last time in Kajang. I'd dream that I was a mother, dropping her kids off to school and tuition. Back then I bet people were bewildered by the crazy girl who cycled and stop, cycled and stop- and seemed to be talking to thin air! Also, I used my bicycle brakes as car signals whenever I made a turning! (After all that training, I never not put on my signals when driving now.)
I cannot describe the joy I felt when I finally got THIS. The licence to my childhood dream~ I'll always enjoy driving, no matter what old drivers say!
*atm*
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