18.

Turning 18, honestly, was just another day for me. Just that now when I walk past liquor stores, I say to myself, “I can actually walk in there to buy stuff now eh.”

Thank you so much, people who have made this day extra special just because you remembered. For spending the night with me singsong-ing and celebrating my legality. I shall not list down who you are, because I am sure to forget someone. Then I’ll really be quite paiseh. Yes, but much love, and manymany heartfelt thanks!(: [Especially to youyouyou!]

Yes, back to the real world, no more princess, although I know I’ll always be one somewhere. Sharpstick… Poke. Hehe.

Assignment. Rarr. But Mish is a blessed girl, really very much so. Thank You.

Pure-ness.

Aching butts and backs aren’t really much of a price to pay after such a gorgeous weekend away. And so much grace and awesome-ness, it’s was just so amazing. From the wonderful people and hospitable Michael and Hilary at Mountview Retreat, to the pure white and SOFT snowcover on the first day. Yesyes, even the crazy freezing fog on the second.

Haha. I even got a cute snowboard instructor. Hurhur. Debs and I reckon is a criteria, I mean, have you ever seen a bad looking one? Anyhoo, the first day of falling on our butts and backs weren’t too bad. And the night dinner, was simply awesome. I suppose after a long day, anything sure tastes good, but this was reallygood.

And yes, thankGod, really, we didn’t need to drive up on the second day. Fog and mist aren’t exactly the best conditions to be driving up the curvywurvy mountain top.

Now, it’s back to school. I am refreshed!

ToeHeelToeHeelToeHeel…

S- Board.

SNOWSNOWSNOW! (:

That’s where I’m gonna be for the weekend.

Tata, till then.

Time to spend time in wondrous handiwork and grace.

There’ll be photos! YeahYeahYeah…

<3,
Mish. Brimming with excitement, she can’t contain it.

feels like home.

when you guys are around, it really feels like a piece of home. coming back to this house never felt so good. not that i’m saying i don’t love my housemates, i reallyreally do. it’s just that when you’ve got visitors from home, it’s like coming back homehome. you know what i mean.

yay-ness! (: i feel very happy.

allsmileeees<3

i am very proud to be a bangster!

21.

Thank You for the more than perfect weather to make this day one for rejoicing and celebrating the joy of friendship and life. Cliche as it sounds, 21 years is not an easy number of years to get to. And today I saw the meaning of friendship. The prayers and love that went around today is a testimony to how many people have had their lives impressed upon by you. It’s not my birthday, but I am ohsoproud to call you my special friend.

While growing old and crossing over to a new stage in life [you're officially an adult!] might be scary and tough, you know and can hold onto the fact that you will have us to run this race alongside you. And when it gets difficult to trust, we’ll be the ones telling you to never let go.

Hope you had a overwhelmingly, crazy 21st! Happy Blessed Birthday.

Colourful(:

And to those who’ve made this day possible, especially You! Thank you guys SO SO SO much. You guys are simply amazing. Much love.

you just gotta know it.

He said, “Mish, it’s time to kneel down.”

Then I ask, “Why?”

He replies, “Because it’s time to know that I am God, over everything. Including you.”

So I kneel. “So, what now God?”

He says, “Open up your hands.”

I ask, again, “Why?”

He says, “So that I can take what you have, and use it for My glory, and give you some more.”

How awesome and great is our God, huh?

a solemn goodbye.

well, she wasn’t someone i would claim to have had a huge impact in my secondary school life. in the first place, she was never my teacher. sometimes i wonder if her being my teacher might have made a huge difference to my o’ level score. but that’s another story for another day.

so when i heard that she had passed away about a week ago, my reaction wasn’t too big. it was more of the, “may she rest in peace,” silent goodbye and prayer. strangely enough though, it really hit me a few days later. after reading various tributes written by a bunch of other seniors, i realised that she was a small person with a big heart. and now she’s gone.

i used to be really afraid of her. even meeting her on the staircases back up to class would send shivers up my spine. i remember she used to wear dark red lipstick and had tight curls which never fell out of place, not even after an entire day of school.

my class at that time had an opportunity of having her take us for one of those dreaded 5 hour chemistry remedials once because our own chem teacher was sick. and i still remembered all of us taking in a deep breath the moment she walked into class. the air was so still and silent you really could hear a pin drop, on the carpeted floor. the only sound perhaps, was the breathing of the aircon.

and so began our 5 hours of pure torture. to us anyway. i remember her telling us how to remember acids, bases and salts and what nots. and oh, for the life of me, i never knew how to balance an equation till i went to her class. fear does something special to you huh. then half way through moles and titration, she’d throw in her story of her german boyfriend and how she had to climb a ladder to ‘kissh him’ because he was so tall. and then she’ll tell us not to date ACS boys because. haha. it’s quite funny just thinking about it. of course we laughed along with her, which did ease some tension. but right after that, someone would get scolded for not knowing the difference between yellow green and greenish yellow.

well, the fear of her continued till we never saw her in school. and i suppose because she wasn’t our teacher, we never really did notice. we did notice though, that there’s wasn’t this little lady pushing our class to one side because ‘all you yaya papayas’ were in her class’ space during assembly. and how no one was there to tell us to pull up our socks and pin up our hair. well, other teachers did that, just that we never did really listen to them that much. she taught us what we need to know. we followed what she said because of fear, but now we follow because we are humbled and wiser [hopefully].

thing is, i know i’ll meet her up there someday now. and i’m glad for that. i’ll be able to say thank you for teaching me how to remember acid, bases and salts. if not, i really would have failed my chem. which i didnt.

ms goh, thank you from us MG girls. rest in peace.

place VS space.

you wouldn’t want to know how many rounds i’ve gone just to get this argument straight. and up to now, its still a round robin.

all i really wanna do is
to fall into the emptiness
which is a space in between us
space in between us

late night rambles.

i really should be fast asleep instead of listening to mr. cullum once again, but then i sit here and think, unsettled by the fact that i have this major up and coming personal narrative assignment to do. an assignment to do is already bad enough, but its worse when it’s one every single week. my style has to go! it just does not sit with people. so i think anyway. but it’s going to go nonetheless. i hope. wish.

ah. go sleep already.

keep on going.

okay, i did say that i wanted to a take a break. BUT.

haiyarh.

nothing beats sitting down with a cuppa hot tea along with a book, cuddled under the doona, listening to jaime cullum’s “singin’ in the rain”.

i’m singin’ in the rain, just singin’ in the rain
what a glorious feelin’
i’m happy again(: