I'm sweeping cobwebs here. This place's been rusty.
I'm about to pass out. In one and a half weeks' time. My parents quite flippantly said, "It's ok if we don't come for the parade right." That was one week ago. I still remember this morning, that sigh of relief that I heaved when they said they wanted to go for it. To put my jockey cap on my botak head.
I had missed my family. Wah really really. Yesterday, just around an hour before my book out, the Sir announced that I will be confined last night. That celebratory mood not only downsized, but did a beating, did a turning and plummeted into something of a depression. The thought not of food or civilian life or a decent bath, but that of being in close proximity with my family kept me slightly affected for an hour or so before I started to realise that hey, it's not that bad after all.
Good news is that STB has decided to pull me back from the doldrums and give me a chance for the final interview. I had given up hopes on STB the way I have dumped the idea of smoking at the age of 5. Now it's back. Back to the million dollar question about to be answered on 1 March. Sometimes I don't believe it when people say that they are not concerned about it. Neither do I believe those who say they are freaking anxious about it. It's that last moment, where it all shows.
Tabithan has got new ONE TOOTH braces. Seeing him take them off before meals and simaltaneously seeing Dad remove his own ONE TOOTH DENTURE makes it very amusing.
There are many many VJ people in Jaguar Company. And everytime, I meet someone else from VJ, and I tell them I'm from VJ, 80 percent chance, they will give that same look of surprise. "You're from VJ? How come I never see you before"... Weirdly, in that exact same tone, and wording.
I'm about to pass out. In one and a half weeks' time. My parents quite flippantly said, "It's ok if we don't come for the parade right." That was one week ago. I still remember this morning, that sigh of relief that I heaved when they said they wanted to go for it. To put my jockey cap on my botak head.
I had missed my family. Wah really really. Yesterday, just around an hour before my book out, the Sir announced that I will be confined last night. That celebratory mood not only downsized, but did a beating, did a turning and plummeted into something of a depression. The thought not of food or civilian life or a decent bath, but that of being in close proximity with my family kept me slightly affected for an hour or so before I started to realise that hey, it's not that bad after all.
Good news is that STB has decided to pull me back from the doldrums and give me a chance for the final interview. I had given up hopes on STB the way I have dumped the idea of smoking at the age of 5. Now it's back. Back to the million dollar question about to be answered on 1 March. Sometimes I don't believe it when people say that they are not concerned about it. Neither do I believe those who say they are freaking anxious about it. It's that last moment, where it all shows.
Tabithan has got new ONE TOOTH braces. Seeing him take them off before meals and simaltaneously seeing Dad remove his own ONE TOOTH DENTURE makes it very amusing.
There are many many VJ people in Jaguar Company. And everytime, I meet someone else from VJ, and I tell them I'm from VJ, 80 percent chance, they will give that same look of surprise. "You're from VJ? How come I never see you before"... Weirdly, in that exact same tone, and wording.