Is it 1 or 2 more weeks to sch??

Heheh. It's actually 1 week to the reopening of school.. But.. I'm going to Bangkok during the National Day week! Never done this before :p Ah well, heck it'll only mean missing 1 or 2 1st lectures anyway. Nothing very important lost out on. Can't wait to eat @ Swensen's in Bangkok, super duper cheap sundaes!!!! Enjoy browsing at Chatuchak flea market too, it's gotta be one of the largest flea markets in the world. I think I should consider learning Thai, since I keep going to Thailand for somekind of strange reason. I just went Phuket last year and the year before it was Bangkok also. In Bangkok, the locals thought I was local too. Hmmm.... I don't mind being mistakened for being one of them, if I could have skin as smooth as theirs. Heheh.
Gives me the heebie jeebies that I'll be in Yr 3 once the Sem starts... So old. The seniors were right to say that Yr 3 is THE most packed one in BS. I thank God that I'll only be around for 1 sem in Yr3, I'll be heading for Atlanta!!!! It's been confirmed for now :D In case you wondering why I don't sound thhhaaat excited, it's because I have this belief that NTU might screw things up for me. So, I'll remain neutral until they start feeding me the details, which I believe won't happen until later part of the year which is in Nov.
I'm breaking the glass wall the separates me from the rest of the world. I'm not gonna stand there like an idiot anymore. Dare to dream, dare to act.

Passing thoughts.

Lyrics by Joss Stone:
I hope you'll understand
That I can't always come when you call
Understand everybody has their faults
Please understand not to worry who I'm with or what I do
Cause I understand that I'm in love with you
Do you understand that I'm in love with you

Time, decisions.. Anything to do with that ticking bio clock??

Sometimes I wish I were younger. Eversince I was 19, I felt that each passing year meant a drastic change to the people around me and things..
What do I mean???
Last year, I was on my way to da pao lunch home and I thought I mistook this pregnant woman for my pri sch classmate. You know how pregnant women get abit swollen?? So, I couldn't really be sure if she was her. A few days ago, I was again on my way to da pao lunch, when this time, I am really sure the girl-woman pushing the baby pram was my pri sch classmate! Unfortunately, she didn't seem to recognize me or didn't want to stop to talk.. She was someone that I invited to my birthday parties once upon a time....
Another thing is... I just read from my friend's blog that my sec sch classmate is now married.

I am shocked.

I am only 21, they are only 21................. Is it me? Or is everyone in a hurry these days??

Sometimes, I feel like I am put behind a glass wall... Someone tells me something and I don't know why I don't really react. I heard it, I want to do something, but in the end I don't and the impression it leaves is I don't care. Or I respond and feel that I've not done enough. Lack of expression??? Too lazy??? Somethings have to change, to show that I do care about what's going on around here.

It's taking forever....

Currently I'm downloading the Windows Service Pack 2 cause 1 expires in Oct.... And it's taking forever, short of eternity.
Anyway, just came back from the dentist. This time it's really painful taking out the wires and putting in new ones. Feels as though I've had all my teeth extracted when she was unclipping my brackets and clipping it to secure the new wire. At least the annoying sharp bracket is gone, no more cutting my lips. No kidding, it really felt like my teeth were extracted. I was pratically clutching onto the dental assistant's hands, but I guess it was still bearable because I could still remind myself not to clutch too tightly.... My death grip was on the poor cushion though. Owie. Think tooth extraction will hurt lesser because of the anaesthetic. Speaking of which, 2 teeth will be removed during my next visit, to further push in the protruding front teeth. Owie, owie, owie......
Just received photos from my colleague, who took the photos :) Some photos to remember that I've worked at breadtalk and the nice people I've known.

ZhenZhi's Bday & My last day

And this is what we do after lunch: Head to the playground! (Just kidding)

Swing!

My Zen: Vision M has finally arrived on Wednesday and its arrival has heralded the start of my unhealthy sleeping hours. On the 1st day, didn't sleep until 3am and had to go to work the next day and of course I was late. The 2nd day was the same story. I really wanted to download all my music and videos in player!! And well.. To my utter disappointment.. I couldnt' convert DVDs to Mpeg format for storage in the player :( couldn't watch my new DVDs on the go.
Still trying to figure out.
My faithful shuffle has been taken by my dad whom I doubt knows how to use it at all. It was a fantastic jogging companion when I jogged alone, pity my new Zen player is too bulky to take on jogging trips. Jogging is gonna be a silent activity from now on. Like when was the last time I went jogging anyway?? Dance has taken over my form of exercise.
I'm addicted to swing.
The turns, the quicksteps, the fluid motion of the dancers (can't say so for myself, hardly fluid!)
Partner dancing is fun, fun, fun! It's challenging and whenever I can do the dance step or dance without mishap to my partner's feet, I get this sense of achievement. ButI have this really bad habit, I'm too busy looking at my feet to notice my frame or my partner. OOps... But, so far all my classmates have been quite encouraging even when I mess up. The guys definitely have it worse, coz all girls have to worry about during dancing is looking good. Thing is, I feel free when I'm dancing. Free to move, free from my thoughts, everything's gone. All's that left is the music and whoever I'm dancing with. I used to have the notion that partner dancing is something really personal or weird to do with a total stranger. But, I guess it doesn't really matter. It's kinda like a handshake, you don't have to know a person to shake somebody's hand. It' s not something that's only meant for couples.
Hope I get to stay for swing fest this week. Swing fest is an after class dance thing where people from all levels come to dance the night away. Minus the alcohol and disco lights, they play pleasant music and people dance really stylishly. Danced with an experienced dancer once, I was so lost.... .... Kinda embarassing too, coz I really didn't know what step he was trying to guide me into. I don't follow leads very well. Talk about communication problems.
My braces are getting to be less of bother as each day passes, that's a really good thing. If it's still as uncomfortable, I really don't know what I'll do. There's still this sharp bracket that keeps cutting my lip. Darn annoying. Can't believe that 6 weeks has went by, it's time to visit the dentist again on Wed and I'll definitely tell her to do something about that troublesome bracket.
Oh yea, and I've stopped working at BT. Last Fri was my last day at work. Took some photos with my colleagues and my boss still wants me to come back if I decide that slacking is too boring. I'm surprised. Haha. Hardly have I ever got employers who invite me back. It rarely happens. Met some nice people there, although the culture at BT is..... errrrggh. It's not a place whereby you can smell the aroma of freshly baked bread or get endless supply of bread. I've been deceived by the name Breadtalk. The turnover rate of staff there is so high that, I've worked longer than some of the permanent staff.
And tis the lighter side of life.

One more week.

I'm happy to say that I got no plans next week, I finally have no outstanding dates. Haha. Like I owe people dates. Like real. Something about planning makes things suffocating sometimes, "Oh I got to do this then this then that." Looking forward to bumming around at home doing nothing after I stop working next Friday. My boss seems a tad sad that I'm leaving so soon, she always gives me the impression that she doesn't want me to leave coz she keeps saying that I'm leaving too soon. I guess this is the 2nd longest job I've held on to. The longest was about 3 months, mammogram tagging remember? That really killed my brain cells, literally just peel and paste all day long.
Working at BreadTalk has really been an exprience, especially since I'm doing the job of an accountant! It has been really stressful having to learn from the scratch about debit and credit. In fact, my last week at BT isn't gonna be pleasant at all.... Coz it's closing time. Argggggh. More stress, more spread sheets, no snacks annnnd still no free bread. Haha. I'll never look at BT bakeries and Food republic, restaurants at Wisma the same way anymore. Everytime I buy something from these places, I'll remember poor sots like me who had to look through every invoice and receipt that passed through these stalls. AND the bread is..... nvm. Actually, it isn't that bad that they don't give out free bread. Let's just say BT is really good at cutting cost. Asking an admin girl to be in charge of projects is so thrifty, since well, one person can do everything. Haha. Aren't we all multi-talented?
In the end my brain cells are still killed, well in a more productive way I suppose. They die anyway, regardless of what I do. I think and therefore they die. Morbid.
I love my dance classes, though they are difficult. I can do pretty cool moves now, but I need a partner. Hai. Bummer. Alright, there are also some moves that I can practice on my own. I wish I were the guy. Darn. Guys get to lead. How unfortunate :( The guys don't really like to lead all the time either, coz it's really stressful. My poor classmate was sweating it, he practically turned me dunno how many rounds before he changed to another move. By then I was literally and mentally spinning. Haha. Not really his fault, basic steps all involve turning and more turning. Only doing the jockey doesn't require turning and that's all we know. Wanna learn more steps, so that we all can stop spinning. :s