20 Things I Love About My Mom

1. She gave birth to me . I dunno and I dun care about how she made me , but at least , I must thank her because she gave birth to me , it's not easy to give birth , you know ? (Actually this made me think how can I give birth easily when I have baby ?? OMG )

2. She's pretty . Wah , so lucky got pretty mother and knows how to take care of her beauty well , that's why she does look young till now . It makes my Dad has to think thousand times to cheat on her , mwahahahaha , it's called woman's strategy , lol . That's why her daughter (me , me !!!) is pretty also (Heheehe.... really ??) . She only said that I'm pretty when I have bf , haha when I'm single , then I'm ugly again ... :(

3.She is the best cook for me . Yup , believe it or not , mother will always be your best cook in the world .

4. She introduced me to cosmetics . Although I seldom use , but at least I know about them .

5. She taught me how to use menstrual pad . Ya , it's a shame if you're a girl and you dunno how to use pad .

6. She taught me about life values .

7. She sew my clothes when I was still a kid .

8. She taught me how to behave in this life .

9. She always listens to my problems and gives advices . Although sometimes I never listened to her advices .

10. She helped me study .

11. She allows me to have boyfriend . Hahaha ya lor , some of my friends , they have their mom forbids them to have boyfriend , although they're in the same age with me .

12. She allows me to study overseas , yay .

13. She bought me novels , comics , encyclopedias , clothes , and any other girl stuffs .

14. She takes care of me when I'm sick .

15. She can persuade my Dad to give me more pocket money .

16. She always remembers my birthday and buys me cake and gives me presents every year .

17. She always knows how to handle family problem .

18. She is so creative .

19. She is artistic and knows how to dress up and how to dress me up .

20. She is smart .

15 Facts About Me You All May Know

1. I'm ticklish . Ya , I'm so damn ticklish especially for these three areas : neck , waist , and thighs . Do not try to tickle me when I'm eating hor , later I kena choke by chopstick or fork or spoon then you'll have to bring me to the nearest hospital . Hahaha

2. I have three favorite colours , black , white , and pink .

3. I don't really use make up for daily life . Unless I have to attend special occasions such as birthday party , wedding party , etc. , then no choice , use make up lor , natural make up is my favorite !

4. I don't really use accessories . Although , the students in fashion department mostly have fabulous accessories , I'm different . It's because I got used to my high school rules , no accessories are allowed . That's why I rarely got use necklace or earings or rings to go out . Besides , my skin is so damn sensitive , dunno why . Since I was born , I can only use accessories which is made of gold or silver . Gold better , coz once I had silver studs and it gave my ears irritation . Once I also had imitation necklace and it made my neck became red and itchy .

5. I hate spicy foods ! They kill me .

6. I like foods with peanut sauce , e.g. -Gado-gado (Indonesian salad) , Rujak , Pecel (East Java's traditional food) , etc. .

7. Iced tea is my favorite drink . Especially Jasmine Green Tea , I normally buy that in Koi if I'm in Singapore , but in my hometown , I'll normally buy it in Tong Tji , they sell it too .

8. I have two opposite personalities inside my self .

9. I'm the eldest child in my family . I have one younger brother , three years younger than me .

10. My shortest relationship was 1 month , the longest was 1 year , and the longest period I loved a guy was 4 years , it was my first love and he never been my bf (crazy , love is blind , trust me !)

11. I'm a chocolate lover ! Dark chocolate is my fave :))

12. I don't really like Korean stuffs , I don't mean to be racist or what , but it's because I have a bad experiences with Koreans , really really nightmare experiences with them . If you were me , you would understand how it exactly feels like .

13. I don't talk much on text messages , but in real life , well , I talk non stop also can . Haha...

14. First impression of my best friends when they met me was I'm a quiet person but when they knew me well , hmmm they said that sometimes they really want to send me to the nearest mental hospital .

15. I'm miss okay . Always say okay for everything as long as it's not against my life values or beliefs .

My April Fool Trick on 2010

Haha , just now dunno why , suddenly I remember about my April fool trick I did to my classmates on April 2010 . I think my study in Singapore got connection with that April fool . Last time , when I was still on my first year of high school / junior college , I dunno why I suddenly got idea to trick my classmates on April fool . So , on March 31st , I sent text message to some of my classmates , saying "Hi , my friends , thank you for colouring my days in this high school , I know one year is kinda short time , but I already felt that you guys are rocks ! Please don't forget me , and I'm sorry for last minute notice , but I'm not gonna attend class tomorrow and forever , I'm admitted into Methodist Girl School (MGS) , Singapore ... Good bye , my dear friends , good luck for your study in Saint Joseph College !"
They were all surprised , some of them even got sad because they didn't want me to move to Singapore . My best friend at that time asked me ,"Eh , how come you never told us about this before ?? Why you move into that school ?? I'm gonna miss you !!"
Then I replied her text ,"Well , my cousin currently works in Singapore , then I asked him to send my secondary school transcript to MGS , at first I never guessed that I'd be admitted into that school , but then they accepted me as their student , even I got scholarship ... I'm gonna miss you too... Take care :)"
Then the next day , I went to school . The first thing that my classmates did when they saw me standing in front of the class door , they were surprised . They couldn't believe that it's me standing there .
Then the next thing happened , one of them asked me "Hey , I thought you're in Singapore now ?? Why ?? You missed the plane or what ??"
Then I asked all of them to go check the calendar . When they saw it , at first they said that nothing special on the calendar . I just smiled . Till then they just realized something , yeah April 1st , 2010 . April fool !! Then they all 'bullied' me . Some of them tickled me and I just could laugh laugh and laugh , my trick worked ! Lol
But now , see , I'm in Singapore , studying in NAFA , hahaha .
My trick 'works' here . Lol 

Something

            The first time I met her was when I moved to this city , in literature class . I saw her sitting alone on the desk . I approached her slowly , then I stared at her . She kept being quiet , never stared back at me . I didn’t know whether it’s because of her never notice me or  because she didn’t want to be friendly with me . So , then I decided to start the conversation first .

            “Hi , may I sit beside you ?” I asked her with friendly face .

            She then slowly looked at me and didn’t say anything , just stared at me from my head to my toes , then slowly nodded . She then kept staring at my face . It made me feel a bit uncomfortable , then I asked her something while I rubbed my cheek with my palm .

            “What’s wrong ? Did you see dust or something on my face ? I’m sorry , before I came to this class , I helped my friend in English class to move the old books from the bookshelf to library … What’s your name ? I’m Cynthia …”

            She’s quiet for a while , then looked at my hand , looked at me again , and then shook my hand slowly .

            “I’m Rainy… ,” she answered with that little smile on her lips .

            “Rainy ? Wow , your name is so beautiful , do you know why your name is Rainy ?”

            She shook her head and then said ,” I don’t care why my parents gave me that name , but I do care about my life , I feel that every day is a rainy day in my life , not sunny day , no summer , only rainy …”

            I smiled , I thought that literature class must be her best choice , I knew that already from the way she talked .

            Day by day was passed , and I always met her in literature class . We became closer and closer , and she became more open to me . Sometimes , during the recess time , she came visit me in English class or French class , and then after I finished my class , she went to canteen together with me .

            Slowly , I knew about her family . She’s the only child in her family . Her mother , a teacher in elementary school , got a divorce from her father when she was still 10 years old . A year ago , her mother married a man who works in Kanada but sometimes comes back to this city to visit her mom and her . Normally , once a month , her father must be home to visit her and her mother .

            One day , when we were still eating together in school canteen , there’s something that made me shocked . There were some red marks on her both hands , it looked like someone hit her with a cane . So , without any hesitate , I asked her , about what had happened to her hands . First , she rejected to answer me , but after a few times persuading her , she finally answered me .

            “I got this because I failed my mathematic test two days ago . My mom was angry , so she used the cane to hit my hands …”

            I was surprised . I never guessed before that her mother treated her like that . Then , slowly she said that it’s not just her hands that her mother hit , but also her back . She cried after she told me about that . She said that nobody else she could share about this with besides me . So , after that I helped her by applying a cooling cream to her hands and back . After school , I offered her to accompany her going back home . She rejected my offer . I nodded , then we went to the bus stop , when she stopped the bus , I also stopped the same bus . We were both surprised , so far , we didn’t know each other’s address . Then she asked about my address , and when I mentioned it , she was surprised . She said that actually we stayed in the same apartment , just got different level . So strange , I never realized before that she stayed in the same apartment with me , or maybe because I always went home late before , only today I went home quite early , because my Dad was coming to visit me from Canada . Yes , my parents both working in Canada since I was 3 years old , but they always come visit me every 3 months or sometimes once in a month . I also often talk to them via web cam every night .

            Reaching our apartment , I hugged her before we went to the different directions . When I opened my apartment’s door , I saw my Dad there . I ran and hugged him , I missed him very much after 3 months no seeing him . We talked for a while , asking about each other’s condition and then I told him about Rainy . He was a bit shocked when I told him about Rainy .

            “Dad ? What’s wrong ? Do you know Rainy ?”

            He didn’t answer , just smiling , and then he shook his head slowly . A few days after he came visit me , my Dad had to go back to Canada , but unluckily , I couldn’t send him to airport , because I had to attend class . So , I just hugged him , said bye , and he took a cab to airport .

           

            That night was unforgettable night for me . The night that cut my heart deeply . When she knocked my door and when I opened the door for her . I was so shocked , when I saw her wrists full of blood and she cried so loud . I helped her to go inside my living room and immediately got a first aid box and covered her wounds with bandage .

            “Rainy , what happened ??”

            “Cynthia … I… I’m… “

            “What happened , Rainy ?? Just tell me , okay ? Be honest …”

            “I’m… pregnant …”

            After that , she fainted . So I tried to wake her up by shaking her body , but always failed , then I carried her to my bed room and after she conscious , I gave her a glass of water .

            “Rainy , what actually happened ?? As I know , you don’t have boyfriend , right ? So , who made you pregnant ?”

            She then dropped her tears slowly , then she answered “It’s actually my step father . He raped me since I was 15 . Last month when he came visit me , my mom wasn’t at home , so he used that chance to rape me again . Today I checked my urine using test pack and I saw the result was positive . No wonder my period’s late . ..”

            “What ???”

            She then cried so loud again . I hugged her . After she calmed down , she saw my family portrait in a small frame beside my bed . She was shocked after she saw the photo . She grabbed my arm and asked me to go with her .

            “Cynthia , come on !! We have to go to my house now !!”

            “What’s wrong , Rainy ??”

            “Come one !! Just go !!”

            So I followed her . When we reached there , I saw one familiar man was inside and was flirting with a woman that I never met before .

            “Daddy !!!” I shouted at him .

            “Cyn… Cynthia ??” he was shocked also seeing me .

            “Cynthia , is that your Dad ? He’s my step father !” said Rainy .

            I ran away , leaving them . My heart felt so damn hurt . So many questions running inside my mind . Did my Mother know about this ?? Did my father divorce my mother ? Why this thing must happened to me ?? Why it must be Rainy ?? Why ?? Why ??

Singapore , April 28^th , 2013

Josephine , 19 years old 

This is the English Version :)

Sesuatu

Pertama kali aku berjumpa dengannya adalah ketika pertama kali aku pindah ke kota ini , di dalam kelas sastra . Aku melihatnya duduk sendiri , di bangku paling belakang . Kudekati dirinya perlahan , lalu aku menatapnya sejenak . Dia tetap diam tak bergeming , sama sekali tidak menoleh kepadaku . Entah karena dia tidak menyadari kehadiranku di sana atau karena dia tidak ingin bersikap ramah kepadaku . Lalu , kuputuskan untuk memulai percakapan terlebih dahulu .

            “Hai , boleh aku duduk di sebelahmu ?” tanyaku ramah .

            Dia kemudian perlahan menoleh ke arahku dan tidak menjawab sama sekali , hanya memandangku dari kepala hingga ke ujung kakiku , lalu mengangguk perlahan . Dia lalu menatap wajahku lekat . Hal itu sedikit membuatku merasa tidak nyaman , lalu aku bertanya kembali kepadanya sambil mengusap-usap wajahku “Ada apa ? Ada debu di wajahku ? Maaf ya , sebelum aku tiba di kelas ini , aku sempat membantu temanku di kelas bahasa Inggris , memindahkan buku-buku bekas yang sudah berdebu ke perpustakaan … Namamu siapa ? Aku Cynthia ..”

            Dia terdiam sejenak , lalu memandang tanganku , kemudian kembali menatapku dan menjabat tanganku lemah .

            “Aku Rainy…,” jawabnya dengan senyum tipis di bibirnya .

            “Rainy ? Wah , namamu indah sekali , apakah kau tahu mengapa namamu Rainy ?”

            Dia menggeleng , lalu menjawab ,”Aku tidak peduli mengapa orang tuaku memberiku nama seperti itu , yang jelas , aku merasa , setiap hari adalah hujan di dalam hidupku , tiada hari yang cerah , tiada musim panas , yang ada hanyalah musim hujan…”

            Aku kemudian tersenyum , rupanya kelas sastra memang cocok untuknya , karena dari cara berbicaranya pun , aku sudah mengetahuinya .

            Hari demi hari terlewati , dan aku pun terus berjumpa dengannya di kelas sastra . Kami semakin akrab , dan dia menjadi semakin terbuka kepadaku . Sering kali , ketika bel istirahat berbunyi dan aku masih sibuk di kelas bahasa Inggris atau bahasa Perancis , dia akan datang ke kelasku dan menungguku di depan kelas dengan sabar . Setelah aku selesai , barulah kita bersama-sama menuju kantin .

            Sedikit demi sedikit , aku mengetahui tentang keluarganya . Dia adalah anak tunggal di keluarganya . Ibunya yang bekerja sebagai seorang guru SD bercerai dengan ayah kandungnya ketika ia masih berusia 10 tahun . Kemudian setahun silam , ibunya menikah dengan seorang pria yang bekerja di Kanada , namun terkadang datang ke rumahnya untuk menengok ibunya dan dia . Kira-kira sebulan sekali ayah tirinya pasti pulang ke rumahnya .

            Pada suatu hari , ketika kami sedang makan siang bersama di kantin sekolah , ada satu hal yang mengejutkanku . Ada bekas merah-merah di kedua tangannya , seperti ada seseorang yang telah memukulinya dengan rotan . Lalu aku pun dengan tidak ragu-ragu bertanya kepadanya , apa yang telah terjadi dengan tangannya . Pertama , dia menolak untuk menjawab . Namun setelah beberapa kali aku membujuknya , akhirnya dia menjawab .

            “Ini aku dapat karena aku gagal dalam ulangan matematika dua hari yang lalu . Ibuku marah , lalu dia memukul tanganku dengan rotan … ,”

            Aku terkejut mendengarnya . Tak pernah kuduga ibunya begitu keras kepadanya . Lalu , dengan perlahan , dia berkata bahwa bukan hanya tangannya yang terkena pukul , namun juga punggungnya . Dia menangis tersedu-sedu setelah mengatakannya . Katanya , tiada orang lain yang bisa mendengar keluhannya selain aku . Maka setelahnya , aku membantunya dengan membalurkan krim pendingin kulit di kedua tangan dan punggungnya . Sepulang sekolah , aku menawarkan kepadanya untuk mengantarnya pulang . Dia kemudian menolakku halus . Aku hanya mengangguk , lalu kami berjalan bersama menuju bus stop dan ketika dia menyetop bus , aku pun menyetop bus yang sama . Kami sama-sama terkejut , selama ini kami tidak pernah mengetahui alamat satu sama lain . Lalu dia bertanya di mana aku tinggal , dan ketika aku menyebutkan tempat tinggalku , dia terkejut . Dia berkata bahwa selama ini kami tinggal di tempat yang sama , ya , kami sebenarnya satu apartemen , hanya saja , kami berbeda satu lantai . Heran , mengapa kami tidak pernah bertemu di apartemen kami . Atau mungkin karena sebelum ini , kami tidak pernah pulang bersama . Aku terbiasa meninggalkan sekolah selepas pukul 7 malam , karena aku harus menyelesaikan beberapa laporan atau terkadang harus menghadiri rapat di klub teater , namun hari ini aku pulang lebih awal karena mendengar bahwa ayahku akan pulang dari Kanada . Ya , kedua orang tuaku bekerja di Kanada sejak aku berusia 3 tahun , namun terkadang mereka datang menengokku sekitar 3 bulan sekali . Ayah lebih sering datang menengokku , karena pekerjaan Ibu lebih sibuk daripada pekerjaan Ayah . Aku juga sering mengobrol melalui kamera web setiap malam dengan mereka .

            Setibanya di apartemen kami , aku memeluknya sebelum kami berpisah . Ketika aku membuka pintu apartemenku , telah kujumpai ayahku di sana . Aku lalu berlari memeluknya . Aku sangat merindukannya , setelah tiga bulan tak berjumpa dengannya . Kami bercakap-cakap sejenak , menanyakan kabar satu sama lain , lalu aku bercerita kepadanya tentang Rainy . Beliau sedikit terkejut ketika aku menyebut nama Rainy .

            “Ayah , ada apa ? Ayah tahu Rainy ?” tanyaku .

            Beliau tidak menjawab , hanya tersenyum , lalu menggeleng perlahan .

            Beberapa hari setelah ayah datang , dia berpamitan kepadaku dan dia akan terbang kembali ke Kanada . Sayangnya aku tak bisa mengantarnya , karena aku harus pergi ke sekolah . Maka aku hanya memeluknya dan mengucapkan selamat tinggal , beliau lalu naik taksi untuk pergi ke bandara .

           

            Malam itu adalah malam yang tak terlupakan bagiku . Malam yang menyayat hatiku begitu dalam . Ketika ia mengetuk pintu apartemenku , dan ketika aku membuka pintu itu . Sungguh , aku terkejut , kala melihatnya dengan pergelangan tangan penuh darah dan dia menangis deras . Aku membantunya masuk ke dalam dan segera menutup pintu . Segera kuambil kotak P3K dan membalut pergelangan tangannya dengan kain kasa .

            “Rainy , ada apa ??” tanyaku .

            “Cynthia , aku… aku…”

            “Ada apa , Rainy ?? Ayo katakan , jujur saja padaku …”

            “Aku … Hamil …”

            Dia lalu menangis kencang dan meronta-ronta . Aku berusaha menenangkannya , ku berlalri menuju dapur dan mengambilkan segelas air putih untuknya . Ketika aku kembali ke tempat dia berbaring , kulihat dia telah pingsan . Kucoba menyadarkannya dengan menggoncang-goncang tubuhnya , tetap saja tak ada reaksi . Maka , kuputuskan untuk menunggunya hingga dia sadar sambil terus mengecek nafasnya .

            Tepat sekitar dua jam setelah dia pingsan , dia sadar , kusodorkan segelas air putih kepadanya . Kini dia telah berbaring di atas tempat tidurku , karena aku tidak tega melihatnya tergeletak di atas lantai ruang tamuku .

            “Rainy , katakanlah , apa yang telah terjadi ? Setahuku , kau tidak mempunyai kekasih ? Lalu bagaimana kau bisa hamil ?”

            Dia kemudian perlahan menitikkan air matanya . Kubiarkan ia menangis , kubiarkan dia tenang dahulu , sambil kupeluk dirinya , berusaha menenangkan dirinya . Setelah dia berhenti menangis , dia menjelaskan kepadaku .

            “Aku… aku… hamil oleh benih dari ayah tiriku… “ jawabnya sambil sesenggukan .

            “Apa ??? “

            “Iya… dia telah memerkosaku sejak aku masih berusia 15 tahun , hingga sebulan lalu ketika dia pulang dari Kanada , dan ibu sedang tidak ada di rumah , dia mengambil kesempatan itu untuk memerkosaku kembali . Lalu , hari ini aku mencoba menggunakan alat check kehamilan , karena aku terlambat datang bulan , dan hasilnya positif …”

            Dia lalu menangis kencang lagi , aku memeluknya erat . Memang , aku tidak pernah merasakan apa yang dia alami , namun sebagai wanita , aku mengetahui bagaimana rasa sakit yang sedang dirasakan oleh Rainy .

            Sejenak setelah ia berhenti menangis , dia menengok ke arah foto keluarga kecil yang kuletakkan di meja di tepi tempat tidurku . Ya , foto keluargaku ketika aku sedang berlibur ke Kanada bersama orang tuaku . Entah apa yang terjadi , sejenak setelah memandang foto keluarga itu , Rainy langsung menarik lenganku .

            “Cynthia , ayo ! Kita harus segera ke rumahku , ayo kita pergi sekarang !!”

            “Rainy , ada apa ?”

            “Ayo , kita pergi !!”

            Aku menuruti ajakannya dan ketika aku tiba di rumahnya , aku seolah mendapat kejutan listrik . Kulihat seseorang yang telah kukenal sejak aku terlahir di dunia ini sedang bermesraan dengan seorang wanita yang sama sekali belum pernah kujumpai .

            “Ayah !!!” teriakku marah .

            “Cyn…Cynthia ??” tanya ayahku dengan wajah pucat .

            “Cynthia , apa dia ayahmu ?? Dia… ayah tiriku …,” ujar Rainy dengan lirih .

            Aku lalu berlari kencang meninggalkan mereka . Hatiku sakit , seolah disayat-sayat dengan ribuan pisau . Ayahku … Aku tidak pernah menduga dia begitu tega melakukan hal ini kepadaku , juga kepada Ibuku . Beribu pertanyaan berlarian di dalam otakku . Apakah Ibuku mengetahui akan hal ini ? Apakah Ayah dan Ibu telah bercerai ? Mengapa hal ini harus terjadi kepadaku ? Mengapa harus Rainy ? Mengapa ?? Mengapa ???

Singapura , 28 April , 2013

Josephine , 19 tahun 

 This is a story that I wrote by my self , not a true story , just a fiction . Enjoy :) I'm posting the English Version soon .

Outing with Last Hostel Mates

Today , I went to Nex mall at Serangoon with last hostel mates . So crazy sia , long time no seeing them , and today we talked like crazy , hahaha .
Actually , earlier before today , they planned to go to Vivo city at Harbour Front , but then they cancelled it , because one of our hostel mates must go to work , and his work place is in Tampines , too far from Harbour Front . So , then okay I asked my roommate also whether it was okay for her to meet them in Serangoon , she also stayed in Bartley before . Then she said it's okay . So then we went to the bus stop to go to MRT station . At first she asked me to take bus to go to Novena MRT station , but then I suggested her to go Little India station only , since it's purple line , same with Serangoon , so no need to change train . She agreed , so we went there , and then took MRT to Serangoon .
Reaching Serangoon , we then said hello to each other first , then one of my last hostel mates named Lydia , from Malaysia , she asked "Okay , so where do you guys want to eat ? Want Chinese food , or Italian , or European , Japanese ? Or anything else ?" Then , while the others were still thinking , I shouted "Let's eat African food !!" They laughed like crazy when they heard that , hahaha . I was like oops , haha , my craziness just started , haha .
So then they decided to eat at Swensen's . Before that , everybody said that they got no budget problem , I also thought like that , a bit broke though , coz must redo redo and bloody redo my final project for second semester , but when we all saw the menu , we realized that we really got budget problem . I mean , for international student budget , the price there was quite expensive . I think the cheapest one was SGD 6.90 ? That's side dish only , and wouldn't make you full . So then one of the last hostel mates , named Justin (from Malaysia) , said "Well , I guess now I got budget problem , just by reading the menu , I feel full already .." Then we all laughed , ya lor , so ex sia ...
Then , no choice , we called the waitress to order the foods . I order the Mac and Cheese , it's SGD 13.50 , wah liao , really I'm broke now . Two days ago I already spent SGD 39.80 to redo my final project... Well , dunno what to explain to my Dad when I ask him to send me money again on Monday ... Haha well it's ok la I guess , once in one month eat something expensive . So then after that while waiting for the lunch , Lydia and Justin sang a Malay song , and they said that there's something like politic problem in Malaysia , the politicians got some sex scandal but actually that's only fake video made by the other party to make another party became a loser or something . Well , same as in Indonesia , also like that one .
Then after that Lydia started reminding us about her last roommate in Bartley .
Lydia : Hey , you still remember my roommate in Bartley ? That Russian one , Maria , remember ?
Me : OMG ! That forbidden scene ! Hahaha
Srishti : Ya , I still remember the voice of her bf everyday came visit her .
Lydia : Ya lor , that time , her bf stripped inside my dark room and then jumped on her and slept with her . Then when I turned on the lamp , he directly covered his eyes and said 'the light ! the light ! Oh please turn off the light !! ' Then I asked him 'I'm sorry , Sir , where do you stay ? Please go back to your room ' Then he said 'Oh I stay in Marina Bay , I come here everyday to visit Maria ' then he talked something in Russian , I didn't understand .
We all then laughed . Ya , that Russian roommate , OMG , almost did that 'thing' inside her room sia . Wah liao , I also remember last time I got this Mongolian roommate , she often went clubbing in Clarke Quay , and once she brought guy to hostel and asked him to get into her room . Then after they talked for a while , she went out of the room dunno where she went . Then I was so damn scared sia . Scared what if he touched me or something , so then I texted Jessica , my hostel mate , to come to my room . I pretended to sleep at that time so could still text my hostel mate . The she opened my door and pretended to wake me up . Then she talked to him and me . Lucky got her inside the hostel .
Then the next thing happened was they started reminding each other about the 'family tree' we made in hostel . Once , in Bartley , when I was still sitting inside Srishti's room , chatting , then Jessica came inside there , and she saw us eating chips . Then she also asked for some chips . Then we gave her lor . After that , we just realized that she should not eat too much chips coz she can get sore throat easily . Then Justin suddenly came to Srishti's room also . He saw her eating too much chips , then he scolded her "Hey , you shouldn't eat chips too much ! You have bad sore throat ! " Then they started arguing , like husband and wife . That's why since then I called them as Mom and Dad . I'm the daughter . Hahaha , since then I called Srishti as my grandma and Lydia as my grandpa , coz she dresses like a guy , so Srishti took her like her husband . Lol . Then I got a lots of father , coz Jessica is close to so many guys . Then Justin always be so fussy about her , like giving comment on her make up , clothes , etc . He gives comment to nobody but Jessica , that's why we always address them as husband and wife . Hahaha he's Jessica's first husband , she still got like 9 other husbands , hahaha . Then once Lydia asked me "What's your comment about your mom having so many husbands ?" I just said "Well , to me everything is okay , I can get more pocket money from my fathers , hahaha "
Crazy answer , lol .
Then they started talking about me and they guy I had a crush on when I was staying in Bartley . His name is Rong Kai (almost same name with my current bf , he got Kai also for his name ) . Then my last hostel mate and she's my classmate also , Srishti , told everyone that I got bf already . They were surprised and they congratulated me also . Then they asked about his name , so I told them . When they knew his name , they laughed and asked me whether is it coincidence or what . Then I said that it's a coincidence , haha . Then they also asked me to show them the pic of my current bf and they were like "Aaaa so cute !! Really , you both look compatible !" Then I said "Really ? Thanks !!"
Then Lydia asked "How old is he ?"
Then I haven't answered yet and Srishti already said "He's 25 .."
Then she asked again "Is he a student ? Or working now ?"
Then I answered "He's a student "
"Where does he study ?"
"NUS "
They were surprised and even my roommate said "OMG , that's good , you know ?? Actually that's my dream school !"
After that we talked about Jessica's last experience in Bartley . Got this Indian guy liked her and then she said that he said about something dirty .
Jessica : I guess he just wanted to sleep with girls , not to have serious relationship . He said that Indian's p***s is bigger than the Westerns one .
I was shocked hearing that . OMG , he thought that Jessica chooses guy only from that 'part' ?? So shallow !! I know Jessica's taste in choosing guy is western people but it doesn't that 'thing' lah !
Then after that we talked about her useless husband a.k.a Justin . Jessica got a lots of 'husband' and then he said "Don't worry , I also got plenty of wife" We were all shocked , then we laughed , and asked him who are the 'wives' and he said that his wives are his laptop , phone , and games . Hahaha crazy husband . Poor my 'Mom' got useless 'Husband' , lol .
After that after finished eating , we went to different places so we said bye to each other . I went to church after that . Well , such a crazy outing , remembering about last time experiences in last hostel in Bartley . Hahaha well actually so many things we talked about , just that I can't remember all of them .
Well , it's ok la , next time can hang out again I guess , lol .
Such a crazy conversation , we had . 

My Bag Smells Like Pasta !

Yeah , I think this lecturer is rocks ! Yeah , so cool sia , normally where got lecturer forgot that he got class today ? Well , he said last week that today will have class at 11.00 AM , I woke up late and rushed to school with sleepy face and then at school I saw my friends all still outside of the class , I was like ... Hmmm well , I guess he hasn't come yet , so then my friend text him and he replied "OMG , I forgot that today is Friday , I thought today is Thursday , I just woke up !" I was like ,,, omg , seriously ?? Then he came at 2.00 PM , 3 hours late , nice sia , where does he stay anyway ? Batam ? Lol , 3 hours to go to my campus . But , good also , because he's late so we all didn't need to do the presentation , just needed to submit the mood boards and sketchbooks , then went back to school at 4.00 PM to take the projects back . So , ya , I went to eat Pasta at Pastamania in Plaza Singapura with my classmate (read : best friend ) . We went by MRT coz she said that last night she was drunk so today still not well , then while taking MRT , she said that she missed taking train from yellow line , coz last time we used to take circle line MRT to go back to our hostel in Bartley from school . The smell also different , the smell of MRT for circle line . Lol , then reaching Pastamania , we ate there and talked . Then we discussed as well about tomorrow's outing with last hostel friends . I know it's gonna be fun , gathering with friends from last hostel . Then after that , I took away my pasta coz I felt so full , then she asked me to put the pasta inside my bag . Then now my bag smells like Pasta... Yeah , got pasta fragrance... Haha

Being a Good Runner of the Day

Yeah , guess today I was a good runner , coz I ran everywhere .
First , I woke up early (whoa , holiday can wake up early , actually that's a miracle for my parents ) , then I took a bath with sleepy eyes and almost fell a sleep inside the bathroom . Then I went to school , to finish my drawing of back view for my 6 illustrations . After I finished , then I went to computer lab inside my campus to scan , but then I saw my senior was still using the scanner , so I ran to Art Friend in Bras Basah complex to buy 3 mounting boards , to stick my additional technical flat drawings . After that I ran to Waterloo to take away fried kway teow for my lunch . Then after that I ran back to school coz I left my stuffs inside the computer lab . Then I saw my senior was still sitting near the scanner , so I asked her whether she's still using the scanner of no , but she said no , so I used it to scan my illustrations . After it , I used the computer to edit and rearrange my illustrations for my final project in this "impressive" semester . I took around 30 minutes doing it , then I ran to the printing shop to print on sticker papers , I spent SGD 18.00 for it , but something bad happened , because I stick them on my last mounting boards , I mean on those mounting boards already got my last illustrations stick there , so ya , I could still see through my last illustrations , it didn't look nice , so then I asked my lecturer via What's app whether it's okay or not , then he said that he suggest me to redo (again...) so I ran back to computer lab to *censor* then I ran back to Art Friend to get 6 more mounting boards and ran to printing shop again to print (again...) it made me spend SGD 14.00 , what a beautiful day ... I could guarantee that aunty almost laughed seeing me print again the illustrations . Yeah , for the sake of my mark (read : my future and my life in NAFA) , I will sacrifice my money . Lucky my father didn't ask me the detail about how much I spent my money for it , if he knew , he'd literally kill me . Oh no...
After that I ran back to computer lab and almost threw up . Dunno why . My best friend even asked me whether I was ok or no . Then I answered her "Half half..."
Well , too much sweat sia , then no appetite to eat dinner also , too tired ...
After that ran to Plaza Singapura , to buy Koi (my mood booster) then ran to SingTel shop to top up my balance then ran to bus stop and yeah I'm here now ...
What a day...

I Don't Mean to Say Like that Though...

Well ... Just now my Mom called me . I guess she always knows exactly about what I feel right now , that's why she didn't talk too much , or judge me too much , just a short conversation .
She asked me about my body size I sent her two days ago , she wanted to order a dress from a seamstress for me . Then she asked "Hey , are you sure your body size is correct ? Why your bust size is small size , and your hip is large size ? Your bust is 89 cm correct ? Go measure your hip again , please ?"
She asked me in the wrong timing I guess . I'm sorry for my Mom , I answered you not in a nice way . I'm tired now , tired all the way tired , physically and psychologically . So at first I just said that it's correct , I'm way too lazy to measure again , but she kept forcing me to measure till then I said "Mom , if the seamstress can't make that size , it's okay , I don't really need that dress as well , just tell her it's okay , no need to make for me , that's all . Finish right ?"
My Mom then said "Hush , your words so sharp sia , okay okay then , I leave you alone first , don't think too much , life must go on !"
Yeah , she always knows everything , her feeling is way so sharp . She said "Two weeks only , it's not a big deal..."
Yeah , right , not a big deal ...Talk is cheap though... Oh ,  I still remember my mom's friend from Indonesia , she got American husband and my Mom said that they dated for 7 years through e-mails only , but then , see how strong they are ? She said "Through e-mails , okay ? Not What's app , what's app is still much easier , but emails ? Can you imagine how slow communicating through e-mails in the past time ?? But can still got married , if they can go through it , 7 years , is 2 weeks difficult for you ?" So I was like... hmmm speechless , right , 2 weeks compared to 7 years ... Like a nothing sia... Really want to meet her and her husband in real , but they stay in USA , so far sia , but if I could meet , I did want to ask , how they could maintain 7 years of relationship through e-mails ?? As I remember , my Mom said that her friend met the husband once only while she was in student exchange program to USA or something , then they exchanged e-mails and kept in contact till yeah then after 7 years of relationship got married . Hmmm sounds impossible but it's a true story ... Their trust for each other must be really damn strong...
I hope I can maintain my relationship also ,,, have a strong trust between us , and ya , understanding towards each other ...
Anyway...
FML , I spent SGD 39.80 just to REDO my final project in this "impressive" semester . Hmmm , okay , what's done is done ... let bygones be bygones ...

Lonely Day part 1

Well ...
Yeah , Iguess today is the first day of lonely days . I don't feel that well today , half of my soul feels like flying away to somewhere else . Shit , I dunno her number also , so can't call her back (Yeah , my best friend just now asked me also what did I mean by cannot calling 'her' back , calling who ? Well , I mean can't call half of my soul to go back to me , understand or no ? If don't understand , nvm la , sometimes I also don't understand about my self ...) .
Hmmm , ya , I know life has a lots of colours , and my biggest thanks to whom who already coloured my life . My life is so damn colourful sia .
Why lonely ? Hmmm if anyone got ask me that question , I'm gonna answer that it's because he's going to face a 'war' . Who ? Of course my dearest lovely cute bf . See , just now my best friend asked me ,"War ? What war ?" I answered her "Hmmm the big war in his uni but gonna finish in two weeks time , so yeah... I'm waiting ... gonna be miss waiting and miss okay ..."
She was like ,"Aiyoh , you start your dramatic thingy again ..."
I was like ,,, yeah my life is so damn musical and dramatic ... But the other side of me , it's different , it's so damn 'wah' and energetic . Yeah , AB blood typed people are always like that one . They have two opposite personalities in the same body . Well... that's really me .
Well , at least I give him everything that he wants as long as I can give . So , ya , I think he needs... space ... for the next two weeks . Okay , I'm giving him space lor , I don't disturb him first , better be like that I guess . Let's see where is the limit of my patience of giving him space .
I even told my mom that , yeah , in being in relationship , we can't just anyhow force our partner to do what we want , we better give more than accept more . That's why I never force my partner to do everything that I want , which means , I want my partner to treat me the same ways as well . Action = reaction .
Then my mom said "Well , it's okay , you have already grown up , so I guess you know already about how to behave and how to decide something ... Just let it be , just let life happens ... "
Yeah... I guess she's right also ...
Well okay...
Let's cheer up my self , gonna walk around Plaza Singapura or Bugis alone later . Enjoying time ...

Becoming a Pervert

Lol , it's not just guys can be a pervert . Actually girls can also be lor .
For example me and my classmates . Ya , last time when I stayed in Bartley , coz it's very far from school , Bras Basah (11 stations away from Bartley) , we used to be so sleepy inside the MRT . So then to avoid falling asleep , we normally stared at people's clothes . We became like a pervert you know ? Just anyhow stared at people's clothes , just to identify what kind of fabrics the wore , lol . Once we stared , normally if the person had known about it , confirm they would have thought that we're a pervert , but that didn't happen . Coz we stared for quite a long time , and we discussed as well . For example what kind of neckline it was , what fabric , what kind of armholes , what kind of cuff , etc . Hahaha
Once I stared at one ang moh man with French cuff on his shirt . Then I told my class mate who used to stay in the same hostel with me in Bartley . She then stared also at the cuff . Then we discussed about French cuff along the way to school .
Crazy sia . Even till now this habit is still continued between us , fashion students . lol
In campus , it's so free , we can just anyhow pull someone's skirt (but must be classmates hor , if you dunno her then anyhow pull , she'll get shocked ) and check what kind of fabric it is , why so nice , etc . Hahaha
Pervert girls .