Last night was orgasmic. Just me, and the girls..Prawning at Bishan hahaha. Pictures up later though! The rate was $30 for three hours so May, Andrea and I shared a rod. I came the latest and when I got there, everyone had gotten at least one prawn except for May and Andrea. They were whining and complaining so we decided to change spot. And voila! Finally, after more than an hour, we got some prawns ^^ I CAUGHT THREE :D Andrea caught two and May caught one. It was such a joy because the girls were such a frolicsome bunch.

We used bits of chicken heart as baits and Alex didnt wanna touch them so I hooked the bait for her and when she finally caught her prawn, she squealed like crazy.

Alex: I got a prawn I got a prawn! My god My god! Afina Afina ohmygod unhook for me unhook the prawn for me!
Me: *Unhooks prawn* You wanna take a picture with it? *shoves prawn in front of Alex's face*
Alex: *Screams for the world*
Me: Okay..(But she eventually took a picture with it)
So I was delicately hooking the tiny bit of chicken heart for her. This meant that the hook was with me. Alex had to keep swinging the rod around and ask, "Where's the hook where's the hook?"
Me: I have this feeling that you'll find it if you stop swinging your rod and digging people's eyes with the hook.

Hahaha. Alex wasnt the only one. When Ju finally got her prawn after more than two hours, she screamed and jumped and whathaveyounot but when the prawn came out of the water, she screamed louder(out of fear). Hahahaahaha. HAHAAH HER REFLEX ACTION WAS RIB-TICKLING HAHAHAHA.
Ju: WHERE'S MY PRAWN OHMYGOD WHERE IS IT!! *turns and sees me with said prawn and almost faints*
And she'd give this really funny scary laugh whenever the prawn was shoved in front of her face hahahaha.
I had such a fun class bonding time. NIGHT CYCLING SOON, YO :D

I didnt eat any of the prawns though. 'Cause I had to go home and I always dont eat my catch. It's always been the case. It's the same whenever I go fishing, too.

I sort of miss St John's Island. It really is such a waste that my grandparents dont leave there anymore. I was really happy and at ease there. I could climb any tree that I wanted, slide down the steep hill on a cardboard, run non-stop at the field and finally collapse onto the green grass. Then, I'd lay on the grass, close my eyes, and feel every ray of sunlight on me. Or I'd just play ball with the mute and quiet baby Syawa. Haha. Oh I remember I'd talk to myself. A lot. But I wasnt a loner. I had two childhood friends to play with. Aishah and Nani. They're still alive. Aishah's nineteen and Nani's twenty, I think. Alive, but dead. They dont exactly remember me. It's sad, really. We're such a huge part of each other's childhood. Anyway..sometimes, I'd follow yai('grandpa' in Javanese) and take a ride on his super sampan when he went out to the sea to fish. I remember that the few of us - Mama, Abah, Kak In, Mama Lin, Nyai, me, even the then cute baby syawa - ever went to a nearby island just to swim in that island's sea. 'Cause the St John's sea got really dirty once due to some stupid construction. I remember seeing my mum and Kak In jump off a tree and splash into the sea hehehehe so. cool. I dont remember doing that somehow. Maybe I didnt. Oh well. That'd be sad if I really didnt. Let's just lie to myself and say that I did. Hey, I jumped off a tree and into the sea :D At night, we'd eat our catch(well, yai's catch) and we'd eat lots of seafood(crabs, cockles, those small conches, yada yada). This didnt happen every night though. If it did, my cholestrol would have been extremely high. Haha. Oh and sometimes, we'd sit on that long bench by the sea and just gaze at the stars. And have these little conversations. I'd sometimes lay my head on one of my parents' laps and just sing to myself and play with my hands..till my mum told me to shut up.

Alright. I was wrong. I dont sort of miss St John's. I miss it to death :(

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Hey, what's life to you?

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Time to dust up this ol' blog!
First of all, I'd like to say how blessed I am to have my dysfunctional yet loving Family with me, and how truly thankful I am to have marvelous Friends who are always there supporting through whatever. I'm seventeen now. Sometimes it feels like it's no big deal for seventeen is just another number, but sometimes it feels like it is a big deal because, well, you're a year older hence people's expectations of you are a notch higher. Being seventeen is good I guess. My responsibilities are heavier, life is a tad tougher. But it's good, it's good. Makes you tougher. Life is war, baybeh. Sometimes. Even when you don't wish to be in the battlefield, you still have to fight. Fight for what you need and want.

So, thank you, you lovely people, for wishing me, and the presents and all. It's too sweet, I tell you, too sweet.
HAMATANG :D Thanks for the cute little surprise! You guys didn't have to!

Now let's go all the way back to October the Seventeenth. October the Sixteenth was abah's birthday but we got him a cake on the seventeenth, when his family and friends were around.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ABAH :D
EFFY SAYANG ABAH.
It really doesnt matter what people say, or do to us.
Because I know we'll always stay adamant.
Because you're the leader of the pack.
May Allah bless you always.
Amin.

School has been nothing but a pain. Pain number one, I've been laughing too much. Pain number two, school really IS a pain. The lecturers. Some of them just can't get any weirder. Like my Tech teacher, she calls the laptop a magic box and she has this funny accent that makes me go hehe whenever she opens her mouth to speak. OH YEAH people did you know that you could speak to your laptop? But my laptop doesn't seem to listen to me. Stubborn, sheesh. Anyways, I see school hell coming. But with my polypockets, I'm positive I can do it. CARPE DIEM!

Oh yeah. French. Professeur Benoit is a cuckoo. I just had my first lesson of the term last evening. I'm gonna fucking get that A. I don't care. The new professeur seems a little eccentric and he lets me be in my own corner so I'm happy, he's happy. One thing I'm not happy about: I lost my French notebook. This is screw-up-worthy. Shit man.

I'm gonna donate blood today! Oh how I wish I could donate ALL of my blood. Reason number one, I'm a saint. Reason number two, life is sucking all the blood out of me, so I might as well do it literally.

P.s. One Republic, Kate Walsh, and Georgia Groome rock.

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Hi, we're having Technology now and watching my grandma wash her knickers seems more interesting. The first week of school was bliss because many classes were cancelled and we had so much fun not having classes. But the second week's reality smacked in the face. I have classes from nine in the morning till eightthirty in the evening and only an hour break and I just had my break but I didnt even have any okay I have to go now the Techster's watching me. Wait for my proper blog post kay. Oh oh Mr Benoit promises biscuits and all for French this evening!

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"I'm sorry I look horrible."
"I'm sorry I look horrible too."
"I'm having a bad hair day."
"I haven't shaved."
"So..are we still.."
"Yeah..are we..? Well.."
"Well.."
I grinned.
He smiled.
I smiled.
We chuckled.
I got my twisted turn to the story.
We're going to be okay. Better than okay. Better than great, better than splendid, in fact :)

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