The Best of Suffering Years – but I’m happy.

Aloha Oe

Enough of my loner, emo shit going on at my private blog. Deep down, I’m just a big, chicken show off, hoping somebody would read the stuffs I write. Trying to be different is just not my thing, I guess. So long, private spittings of 2008 Sep to 2009 Jan. I do keep a pretty good job updating it regularly, until I ran out of discipline. I realize making sure I don’t forget each day is more important than all my emotional rantings that only I can understand. I’ll start practicing my social understandable written language now.

So yesterday was a wreck day for me. But I’m pretty sure my dad will win that lottery that he bought in the only mall that sells lottery – IMM. (uneventful: saw Genie Zuo)

I was late, no surprise there, I couldn’t wake up on time to meet the girls at 830am for the photoshoot. Yes, I woke up at the meeting time. Luckily, my trusty bullet transportation was still in bed at that time. All I need to do was to rant a little, and we’re ready to go at 9am. And I even had breakfast. Ham and egg. Mm-mmm. Thanks, dad.

I suppose Tradehub 21 was pretty cool, never been to a Tradehub before. The capacity is ginormous, and it’s like a mall, only that the “corridors” are actually carpark. So you go window-shopping in your car, and get out of your car and park it beside the shop of your choice then enter the shop. That’s how I see it, not exactly sure that’s how it worked. Anyway the place is Pixal something, and it’s Zihui’s uncle’s place, and he kindly sponsored for our shoot.
I hate me. Let me tell you why.

I was late, yet the girls are helping me out with everything. Hair, make-up, costume…I felt pampered and was very touched. But when I’m free, and I see them rushing with their preparations, I really don’t know what to do. I wanted so badly to help them, but they already have people helping them, or have covered themselves. Argh. The torment. The tendency to sink into 3rd person perspective – the wallpaper perspective – doesn’t help one bit. I’m so sorry, girls. Thanks for all the help. I really thank you all and I’m so sorry for being such an obstruction!

Teacher scolded us for that. And I think that ‘us’ means the 6 of us who left early. The wallpaper people. Ooh I hate us. And the facial expression on xxx’s face that day was driving me insane! I don’t usually get frustrated with people with just the way they looked, but she was putting something like a diva front being just a obstructive wallpaper.

Tension came when ______ came. These things happen. Why can’t I just act normal? Bleah. Can I just quit? But I’m starting to love it…it’s insane. I’m finding out so much about it…and I think Chris is right. Modern/contemporary is for people who are ugly. Haha. I got that when I saw Moon River. Oh damn. I’d better stick to Chinese and hip-hop. We have pretty girls in the club! :D


Dad will win the lottery because…
1. I was busy doing crossword puzzle and only looked up for the first time after a bird told me that maybe dad didn’t know which busstop to stop at. And low and behold, I saw his car zooming pass me and I ran with the car, my cheap flip flops thundering with my every step, creating head-turning echos. I didn’t have time to be embarrassed. I made it in the end, and was so happy I didn’t die. There are other words to describe the fear but death would be the unsung word-hero in this case.
2. I bought my first shoes. It’s really a pair of shoes. I thought I’d never own one. I initially spotted the converse Aloha Oe, but I remembered a classmate spotted with a similar cut pair, and thought it’d be too cool for me. But I love the birds circling the heart. Picked the denim lee cooper my dad chose.
3. What does that got to do with my dad winning the lottery? Because the numbers he bought, was the price of my shoe. And I always bring luck.
4. When he was buying lottery, I went to watch free Tao-shu screening nearby. I thought I’d miss my blur dad pass me again and got up. I was just in time. He just finished buying it. And I swathe software I always wanted to buy.
5. We caught the piano recital at YST despite leaving home at 7.10pm for the thing starts at 730pm.
6. And we saw Claire Tan and her teacher. Dad was right beside her while waiting for sis and me. (toilet trip)
7. A day out with the 3 of us is very rare. So he’ll win, right?

The people at the recital were classic. The ang mohs there looked too profound they must be visiting professors. And they were all dressed up. Shame on you, Singaporeans. And we saw Claire Tan, the young genius. I heard that conversation she had with her teacher, perhaps, of she wanting to practice and her teacher fetching her the keys. :D