Wednesday, August 22, 2007
I said I'd blog about the interesting stuff that I found whilst spring cleaning my room right?
I found my DIARY.
I was never much of a diary person. Hence the very sporadic entries. The first entry was dated 28 May 1998.when i was 10.geez. here's and excerpt:
"Today when I went to tuition my friend did something wrong but I dn't want to talk about it.."
.....until now i cant figure out wth he/she did wrong.DAMMIT 10 year old enli!dont you know that a diary is where you WRITE EVERYTHING OUT...omgz. guess I'll never find out.gah.
the 2nd entry was dated 13 April 2001:
"Now, I'm in form 1 and it sux like hell! For 1 thing, the ppl there talk mandarin! i HATE it! I miss my old school friends in SKBD."
now, mind you, I love my high school mates now; it's just that then everyone I was close to was going to either Hartamas or Sri Cempaka. Sniffles. So obviously I had some bias towards WMS. 1L wasnt exactly the most English speaking class, and for me, a banana, it was pretty terrifying to have all these ppl talking some foreign language;)
but it's all cool now.:D
the 3rd was dated 18 July 2001(here's where thing's start to get juicy):
"There's this guy in my BM class, his name is Zhi Ven. OMG he's so annoying, but kinda cute in a way. I think i just MIGHT have a crush on him. I don't think I really like anyone right now, except maybe ZhiVen..."
hoho. little did I know that he would be my first ever boyfriend.I wonder what would have happened if, say, someone from the future came and told the enli then. ahah.she probably would have suffered a chronic seizure or something.fun-nee la.i tell you.
the 4th was dated 11 October 2001:
"...Guess what, its been three months since i wrote in you and i think i still like him! what am i gonna do?I might stop liking him if i don't do anything..Help!!!But having a bf/gf, sounds pretty American movie and unreal..haha knowing me I will probably only get a bf when im 18.."
ROFL.omg. i cant believe the bf when im 18 part.AHAHHAHAHHAHAHA.how wrong I was lol.
and then there was a whole lot of conteng books which had written conversations in it. u know the kind where some boring old fart *hemSTANLEYhem* is spouting nonsense in front and you have a major life crisis on hand?yeah.THAT kind.
LOL.
I spent about an hour reading and deciphering what we were talking about..one was about zhiven...and the other about tengjun...and the other about nigel.hahaha.funny how I "grew" through the years..from the gushing "omg he's so cute" to the "aw he's alright la" phrases.aaahahaha.
there were also VERY INCRIMINATING conversations involving Amanda Ng and Lim En-Li. tsk tsk.damn naughty we were. waaay back in form three remember?;)i swear we were bitching about everything under the sun..from the irritating way Kamala said my name...LIME EHN LEEEE..hahahaha..to er...well."things"hahaha.still too incriminating to say it out here.:)
There were also examination pad conversations between dear Pei Jean and I during Mr. Goey's BM tuition class..gawd how long ago was that man...Vivekananda and Tristen Won.*laughs till she dies*
brings back the memories....of high school, of friendships made and broken, of first loves and crushes, first HEARTBREAK..*stares daggers at FONG ZHI VEN*hahaha.
all these experiences are what made me ME you know? wouldn't have changed anything.
now my room looks so wonderful.C: and clean.and neat. I kept the conteng books and the diary haha.i think i'll dig them up again 6-7 years from now and laugh at them...by that time this blog too will become one of those things to laugh at.hahahah I wonder how the 25 year old me would look at the 19 year old me. abit strange when you think of it that way huh?
oh wells.
hm let's see.what happened todayyy....OH BANK ACCOUNTS.omg. CAN YOU BELIEVE THE LIMIT MY DADDY WANTED TO PUT ON MY CREDIT CARD!!!!!!?????
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1000.......ringgit.
THAT'S LIKE ABOUT 200 POUNDS.wthhhh...*waves goodbye to shopping*
mum dragged me outta bed at about 11 in the morning (YES i was still asleep then. so sue me im on holiday) to go to HSBC to open a bank account.
I suppose you're wondering WHY the HELL im opening an account here when I could easily open one there myself. it would be more simple than asking HSBC to fax my particulars there and pay 50 pounds as processing fee since mom's coming along with me right?
IM WONDERING THAT TOO.
when i asked, my mom said "oh..its easier" and when I asked again "in what way is it easier?" she replied "it just is lah"
OMG. *enli GG-fies herself and keels over in shock*
i tell you.the University Syndrome is really hitting my parents. THAT and the PP syndrome. (gee Im coming up with alot of diseases nowadays.maybe i should write a book.hm)
what is the PP syndrome?PARANOID PARENTS SYNDROME. henceforth known as PPS.
Now, my "smooth" transition to the UK is marred by one thing; I will be arriving at Warwick on the 22nd, but I am only allowed onto campus accommodation on the 29th. perfecto innit? well it's partly my fault as i failed to apply for orientation thinking that I would be going to UCL *shakes fist at UCL*
So we were looking for alternatives, which involved my cousin who stays in UK and Shaun the mango.
First Case:
Daddy calls 28 yr old cousin and asks if his precious little daughter could bunk in. Cousin dearest promptly agrees. Daddy asks how many rooms there are. Cousin dearest is a bachelor and lives very nicely on his own in a studio apartment (that's a one room apartment for ppl who dont know). Daddy balks at idea of precious little daughter staying with A COUSIN in the same room. and the precious little daughter doesnt know whether to laugh incredulously or die of frustration.
nemmind.
Second Case:
Precious little daughter mentions casually that she has a friend who has an apartment in SW1, not far from Buckingham Palace, very up-market mmhmm. Daddy is all for it until he finds out that the friend is a BOY. No matter that the mother has met the boy and found him very polite (he got up to shake her hand before he left my house), no matter that the boy is from Eton and looks very very very "good boy"; wouldnt harm a fly *him shooting a cat with his airgun is SO beside the point.stupid shaun*NO.IT DOESNT MATTER. he's a BOY.*ooOoOOoOo*what.they got cooties issit. precious little daughter takes a deep breath and tells daddy that the apartment has TWO rooms, and she knows him well enough to know that he will not do anything untoward. Daddy says no. Daughter Dies.
i s.w.e.a.r.
I tell you. Who's to say that I won't be bunking in with any guy friend of mine when I go down to London later during mid-term break or whatnot. They wouldn't know.which is exactly what I said.
"dad, next time also if i go somewhere you wont even know whether im stayin with gals or not rite.."
..i thot that would shut it.
...insufferable daddy replies.." yeah I might not know, but God is watching you.."
OMGWTFBBQ.
he calls my poor cousin again, asking, this time, if there was a hotel in London where MOST GIRLS stayed.WHAT.THE.WHAT AGE ARE WE LIVING IN PRAY TELL DADDY DEAREST.
I could hear my cousin trying to smother his laughter.PAH.
Now he's not going to bring me around london anymore pah.
sigh. such is the life of the poor little princess:)
someone's at the door...
toodles~!
Labels: educational gripes, memory lane
