
The other time whilst I was dining at Banquet, a restaurant chain if you’re not in the know, I got a rude shock when I found out that they were charging S$1.30 for a can of normal drink, like the one in the picture above. Yes, I know some of you might say that that said price is the normal price, so why the hell is this blogger shocked?
Well, thing is I thought the usual price of such drinks is only S$1.20 and yeah, I queued up for a good 10 minutes (breaking of fast time) with that exact amount in my hands. There, S$1.20, my entire life savings. With such hope and zest thinking of that sweet taste of green tea sliding down my parched throat, the disappointment I felt (not to mention the embarrassment) when I had no money to buy the drink was truly one of the lowest moments in my life.

Yes, that’s me tearing the examination’s entry pass and yes, the A Levels examinations are finally over! (Never mind that it’s the second time round.) Holy snake do I never want to repeat that process again. If by some freak of nature I am still screwed then I swear I’ll take some other route, never mind even if it’s going back to a polytechnic. Pfft!
Anyway, pardon me for the lack of ‘real’ entries these past few weeks. Now that I foresee myself being less tied up, perhaps we can get back to the normal entries that I have always presented.

Most of the time when I am walking around by myself, my mind would be totally spaced out - either from having no thoughts at all, or having too many swimming around. Thus a lot of times when I get caught off guard, like for example, when someone says Hi, I usually take around 5 seconds to snap myself back to reality and then slowly my body will react.
Erm, the point of this entry is to just apologize to Iqa, a blog reader who called out to me in a toilet at Ngee Ann Polytechnic (of all places) and I just stared blankly at her for 5 seconds with a perplexed look plastered on my face. Just for your info, this is what I was thinking ->

2am, surfing aimlessly around trying to rid off certain thoughts in my head, I suddenly realized that all the guys I have dated who really meant something to me (not those who last for 1 day) have really, really gorgeous Moms.
Moms, who even in their 40s or 50s, still look damn pretty they even make ME feel insecure hahahahaha! No kidding, yo!

Am currently feeling so organized because:-
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Upon writing that emotion-filled entry a few days back with regards to my relationship with Haikal, I have received a handful of emails congratulating us and wishing us all the best in what I hope and pray to be a long and fulfilling journey ahead. Amongst those emails, a certain silent reader named Mariati had given us a wonderful idea of practicing Alphabet Weekends.

And to Him we return.
Yesterday after the completion of my History paper, I checked the messages on my mobile phone and one of them managed to struck a chord within me. Through Fefe, I found out that the elder brother of one of my close friends in Primary school had just passed away the night before due to cancer.
The solution to my 10 500 (and counting) digital pictures. Scrapbook, here I come!