Monday, February 06, 2012
The titles of my various blogs are very confusing.
Wait, are blogs uncool now? Dang it, so what was I supposed to use, live journal?
Anyway, that really isn't the point. I wanted to write something but I'm currently on a Mac and I don't have Word. And I can't make a video because no one watches my stuff, and it'd get way too long.
ANYWAY.
My friend is leaving the country, for I don't know how long. Now let me just clarify that although I love this girl and she's awesome, we really aren't all that super close.
However, I feel really sad that she's leaving, when really the same thing happened between me and pretty much everyone from my secondary school class. We pretty much left each other behind as we moved on to new schools and stuff, didn't we? So what is it about going overseas that is so daunting for us?
The fact that we might never see each other again? But let's face it; when we graduate from our previous schools, we won't keep in contact with any of our old classmates. (Okay, I'm being pessimistic here, but really, the probability of us still hanging out like we did before is pretty much zero.) But somehow it feels different when we say, "Oh, we're graduating in three days." as compared to one of us saying, "Guys, yeah I'm going to Melbourne." I don't even know how long she's going, but probably more than 2 years? I have no idea.
Either way, she's leaving the country, which is the whole point of this post. (And, by the way, I feel really weird typing a blog post, since blogs have long since died.) And she's not leaving for a holiday or whatever, she's going to study. Which, considering she's not Singaporean in the first place (she's from Hong Kong. Booyah.), really shouldn't cause that much of an effect on me, but it does. And since, as we all know, I am super chill about losing contact with people, this is uncharted territory for me. Maybe because everything's changing this year.
For example:
1. I'm going into college, which seeing how the schedules and classes and content change drastically, is something to be afraid of.
2. I've lost contact with not only my friends from secondary school, but also a friend of mine whom I used to be really close to (at least online). And early this year (or was it late last year?) I realized that he and I have lost everything we ever had in common and we're really just... For lack of a better phrase, Strangers Again. I know that sounds all act-emo and oh-no-I-wanna-kill-myself, but seriously.
3. Change of school environment, which adds to the stress.
And more, but it stresses me out having to type them out.
Also, on a completely unrelated note, since no one reads blogs anymore, I feel that it is safe for me to confess that I have very different tastes from people (concerning the opposite sex).
For example, I was telling my sister about a really cool leader in my school whom I felt was kind of attractive, but all she said was that he looked like a little boy. In the end I had to do the lame thing where you claim that the guy isn't photogenic, to save my pride (and his).
But he's kind of cute what!
Okay forget it; I shouldn't argue my point. And this really just makes me fit the whole teenage girl stereotype. I swear I'm not. Come on, guys, you know me better than that. Guys? Guys, where're you going?
@ 6:59 AM
Saturday, February 26, 2011
I can't believe, out of all people, you'd be the one to cut off contact with me.
Thanks.
@ 10:47 PM
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Dear Mike
I f*cking love you.
That is all I can say to that.
(All my freaking, dripping, romantic) Love
Kimberly
P.S. I know you're happily married to Mona considering she's pregnant, you guys live together (and invited Francesca to live with you), make references to It's A Wonderful Life, but I freaking love you. In the off chance that you have hot younger brothers who are exactly like you, PLEASE SEND THEM MY WAY.
P.P.S. THE MOMENT YOU HAD WITH MONA AT THE PLACE SHIT WHAT'S IT CALLED UH LET ME CHECK THE BOOK (-checks-) MISSOULA. THE MOMENT YOU HAD WITH MONA AT MISSOULA WHEN YOU HELD HER HAND WAS SO CUTE. IT WAS SO CUTE. SHE'S COOL. YOU'RE HOT. YOU'RE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.
Just thought you'd like to know.
P.P.P.S. I FREAKING LOVE YOU, MIKE. I LOVE YOU.
P.P.P.P.S. I like you too, Mona. You're cool. It's just that, professing my love for you sounds a bit funny. It seems like a very Greta thing to do. Sorry, heh. But you are cool. It's just that your husband is hot.
P.P.P.P.P.S. Man this book is so awesome it made me almost cry, laugh (out freaking loud), and feel extreme excitement for the characters.
P.P.P.P.P.P.S. I love you all. (:
@ 7:10 AM
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Su's post from a blog that will remain un-named:
I shall entertain you all with the dream I had on Friday.
So Kimberly and I were taking the train together from Redhill (which would actually never happen since we live on different sides of the country) and the train was quite empty so we sat down BUT we weren't sitting together. She sat diagonally opposite me and there was a empty seat next to her. At the next station, a couple of boys got in and one of them sat next to Kimberly. He was her boyfriend la. Then I just didn't say anything. (Kimberly, he looked pretty okay HAHAHAHA)
I literally LAUGHED OUT LOUD when I saw that. Like, when people type "lol" they don't think about it but this time, as I type "lol" for the first time ever in a long time, I am actually doing it. LOL.
Yeah you're probably never going to see me type that ever again.
@ 3:42 AM
Thursday, October 07, 2010
Me: Go for EMath!
Yahya: Cannot! Today I baking at Hafizah's house!
Hafizah: (walks in) EH!
Me: (kena shock)
Hafizah: I THOUGHT GOING YOUR HOUSE!
Yahya: I THOUGHT GOING YOUR HOUSE?!
Me: (thinks)
What the hell is it with NC girls and shouting?Hafizah: I TOLD YOU MY HOUSE CANNOT WHAT!
Yahya: Harh. But my house also cannot eh.
Epic fail.
@ 6:06 AM
Saturday, October 02, 2010
I. Miss. You.
I need to talk to you, seriously. I've been stuck talking to people I barely know, and kind of annoy me (sometimes). I need to laaaugh like I used to even when you're insulting me or whatever. [And heck if you were testing lines on me, my answer is yes. Except no one pays for anything. Because that is a lot of money. Well the person you wanted to write that to (the person you were testing lines on me for) probably wouldn't say that because she's probably used to spending your money, but that's what I would say, so screw it.]
Sometimes I just feel like asking you for help and shit like that but you're working towards that goal you have, so I just shut up. But sometimes, sometimes I'm just tempted to be all, "Yeah this dude is bothering me I need a friend to fake something can you do it for me." But WE barely know each other and this seems to be a lot to ask.
But however conversely though we don't know each other all that well I can still count on you to be awesome to be hilarious and to offer to deviate someone's septum.
Thank you, I love you (as a friend, idiot) and I miss you. Still.
This is so cheesy. But who doesn't love cheese?
@ 6:34 AM
Sunday, September 26, 2010
You know you're addicted to the internet when you take out EMath and you go, "Ooh Nina commented on my new friendship I need to go and comment-insult her."
Yeah.
Shit I still haven't Perth-reflected.
I need to ChampionSem-review.
DAMN YOU, NON-EXAM-RELATED-WORK.
@ 6:17 AM
