Celebration of a wonderful ending-cum-beginning
The biggest problem that comes with having my brother back from Hawaii, is that we have been having one heck of a time trying to keep up with the guy and his craving for Malaysian food.
(All he has there are mashed potatoes, burgers and - you know, american stuff.)
The good : We have good food almost every meal.
The bad : We have good food every meal. Which means we have been eating A LOT more than usual.
Sometimes we'd go out an hour after dinner for 'supper', which is actually dinner #2 with a different name.
Last night, for example, we had dinner twice - 5pm, when we were hungry, and 8pm, when we were hungry again.
But nevermind, a few extra kilos wouldn't kill.
* * * * *
From this point on, this post is going to sound like a diary of daily events. More for my own record than for anyone else's reading pleasure. I'm just saying lah.
So anyway.
We had a great Christmas eve, with a candle-lit dinner at home, full-fledged english meal.
I was told it was my fault we couldn't have turkey for dinner, because I woke up a little late (12 pm to be specific) and by the time my parents got to the market the turkeys were sold out.
But we had chicken, which isn't as good as turkey but still pretty good.
Spent Christmas at a friend's place.
I feel a little bad, because it was supposed to be a 'pillow-talk, expose-all' kind of gathering, since it was the last time we'd hang out together, what with one going for NS and another one heading overseas before that NS trainee comes back.
But I was holding back a bit, actually, holding back a lot.
I get very paiseh when I have to talk about sentimental things. Like what I told my cousin who later quoted me on it, "Chooiyen feels weird talking about these kind of things."
(I came back that day in a weird kind of funk, 'cause you know, it dawned on me that we're all moving on now, we're no longer schoolmates, by the time she comes back, most of us would be away already, so this pretty much marks the End of DT8.)
Thursday, went to CHS for my sister's PMR results.
This is where it gets interesting.
I remember going through my sister's Form 3 stuff with her right before her Exam, while my Biology textbook was open right beside me, looking all forlorn and study-deprived. SPM trials, you see.
And I remember thinking, "This had better be worth it."
So it came out that she had an A in both science and maths.
Which was a HUGE deal, because we're talking about the girl who gets 40+ for science and failed her maths. Who didn't know basic Form 1 maths three months before The Exam.
Anyway, my mom offered to pay me for giving my sister tuition classes.
To which I politely declined.
To which my mom replied, "No no, I said I'd pay you for tutoring her, so I will pay you."
Oh well. If she insists.
So right after that, we got our butts to Times Square where my brother, sister and I stayed a few nights.
I didn't think it'd be so enjoyable, but it was.
We had sushi for dinner, then went to Starbucks for supper, and later on, caught a midnight show that lasted till 2 in our pyjama shirts.
It was all easy-going, no-hurries, slack-slack-slack. Real nice.
It was kind of stupid of us not to get money from our parents.
Our lunch costed us quite a bit, and we left most of our money back at the room. I tell you, digging for money from your pockets is not a very nice sight.
But we tipped the waiter. 4 cents.
(The worst thing about the holidays is that you don't get your monthly allowance because you're not going to school, but it's also when you spend A LOT more than usual. Ironic eh.)
We spent the new year's eve at, where else, Times Square.
This time, we had our cousins with us, so that was nice also.
Bintang Walk was uber crowded, but it's not like we expected anything different.
It was completely crazy, with people going mad spraying ribbons and all that foam stuff, and my cousins being my cousins, they bought 11 cans for 30 bucks.
We only had it for 10 minutes before the cops stopped us and stripped the spray cans off us. Killjoy killjoy killjoy!
We got back to the apartment, rested a bit and worked the camera before my cousin's freshly-cut carefully-styled hair got even more de-styled by the mad celebration.
We spent the next half hour walking around Bukit Bintang trying to find the best place for the countdown, but the very second it reached 2007 and the fireworks went off, we were at the worst place possible - right under a giant tree.
But it was mad. At times, there were so many people working their sprays, it got pretty hard to breathe.
Long story short, we went back to the apartment, bathed and stayed up doing stuff till 5 something.
It wasn't exactly comfortable, what with 8 teenaged guys and girls crammed into one smallish apartment.
While the others woke up at 11.30, Chooiyen, who never wakes up before 12 unless utterly necessary, who sleeps at 4 a.m because she loves the midnight still, who takes long naps 2 hours after waking up, woke up at an outrageous hour of 9 a.m.
Hence the photo above, with everyone still asleep. 'Cept my bro lah.
Packed my stuff, cleaned up a bit, and headed for Midvalley.
Met up with a bunch of my classmates, and the ironic thing is, the guy who suggested the dinner couldn't turn up, and the guy who suggested we do lunch instead of dinner, well he was too stoned and didn't turn up either.
How stoned from the celebration can you get?
I slept at 5.30, woke up every 15 minutes throughout the night, and was still up and about at 9.
( A little bit of irrelevancy : Of the 6 who DID come, 5 were going to Taylor's. I'm telling you, save for the 2 going to INTI, 1 going to Help, 2 going to TAR, 2 going to Sunway, and one going overseas, everyone I know is off to Taylor's. -Sigh- It'd be like I never left CHS )
* * * * *
It's almost like my hair has a life of its own, y'know.
I had thought of perming it, but I was told that it'd instantly make me look aunty-ish.
I had thought of straightening it, but I had always been an anti-rebonding kind of person, so why stop now?
I had thought of highlighting it, but golden / red highlights are boring, and anything other than those two is an indication of lala-ness.
Then I realize, I don't want my hair to drop off by the time I'm 40, what with all these harsh chemicals they're subjected to, so I'd just stick with what I have and maybe shave it off when I'm in a more liberal environment.
(Two times, I tell you, I was very close to choping all my hair off. Twice.)
(That it how much I hate my hair.)
(All he has there are mashed potatoes, burgers and - you know, american stuff.)
The good : We have good food almost every meal.
The bad : We have good food every meal. Which means we have been eating A LOT more than usual.
Sometimes we'd go out an hour after dinner for 'supper', which is actually dinner #2 with a different name.
Last night, for example, we had dinner twice - 5pm, when we were hungry, and 8pm, when we were hungry again.
But nevermind, a few extra kilos wouldn't kill.
* * * * *
From this point on, this post is going to sound like a diary of daily events. More for my own record than for anyone else's reading pleasure. I'm just saying lah.
So anyway.
We had a great Christmas eve, with a candle-lit dinner at home, full-fledged english meal.
I was told it was my fault we couldn't have turkey for dinner, because I woke up a little late (12 pm to be specific) and by the time my parents got to the market the turkeys were sold out.
But we had chicken, which isn't as good as turkey but still pretty good.
Spent Christmas at a friend's place.
I feel a little bad, because it was supposed to be a 'pillow-talk, expose-all' kind of gathering, since it was the last time we'd hang out together, what with one going for NS and another one heading overseas before that NS trainee comes back.
But I was holding back a bit, actually, holding back a lot.
I get very paiseh when I have to talk about sentimental things. Like what I told my cousin who later quoted me on it, "Chooiyen feels weird talking about these kind of things."
(I came back that day in a weird kind of funk, 'cause you know, it dawned on me that we're all moving on now, we're no longer schoolmates, by the time she comes back, most of us would be away already, so this pretty much marks the End of DT8.)
Thursday, went to CHS for my sister's PMR results.
This is where it gets interesting.
I remember going through my sister's Form 3 stuff with her right before her Exam, while my Biology textbook was open right beside me, looking all forlorn and study-deprived. SPM trials, you see.
And I remember thinking, "This had better be worth it."
So it came out that she had an A in both science and maths.
Which was a HUGE deal, because we're talking about the girl who gets 40+ for science and failed her maths. Who didn't know basic Form 1 maths three months before The Exam.
Anyway, my mom offered to pay me for giving my sister tuition classes.
To which I politely declined.
To which my mom replied, "No no, I said I'd pay you for tutoring her, so I will pay you."
Oh well. If she insists.
So right after that, we got our butts to Times Square where my brother, sister and I stayed a few nights.
I didn't think it'd be so enjoyable, but it was.
We had sushi for dinner, then went to Starbucks for supper, and later on, caught a midnight show that lasted till 2 in our pyjama shirts.
It was all easy-going, no-hurries, slack-slack-slack. Real nice.
It was kind of stupid of us not to get money from our parents.
Our lunch costed us quite a bit, and we left most of our money back at the room. I tell you, digging for money from your pockets is not a very nice sight.
But we tipped the waiter. 4 cents.
(The worst thing about the holidays is that you don't get your monthly allowance because you're not going to school, but it's also when you spend A LOT more than usual. Ironic eh.)
We spent the new year's eve at, where else, Times Square.
This time, we had our cousins with us, so that was nice also.
Bintang Walk was uber crowded, but it's not like we expected anything different.
It was completely crazy, with people going mad spraying ribbons and all that foam stuff, and my cousins being my cousins, they bought 11 cans for 30 bucks.
We only had it for 10 minutes before the cops stopped us and stripped the spray cans off us. Killjoy killjoy killjoy!
We got back to the apartment, rested a bit and worked the camera before my cousin's freshly-cut carefully-styled hair got even more de-styled by the mad celebration.
We spent the next half hour walking around Bukit Bintang trying to find the best place for the countdown, but the very second it reached 2007 and the fireworks went off, we were at the worst place possible - right under a giant tree.
But it was mad. At times, there were so many people working their sprays, it got pretty hard to breathe.
Long story short, we went back to the apartment, bathed and stayed up doing stuff till 5 something.
It wasn't exactly comfortable, what with 8 teenaged guys and girls crammed into one smallish apartment.
While the others woke up at 11.30, Chooiyen, who never wakes up before 12 unless utterly necessary, who sleeps at 4 a.m because she loves the midnight still, who takes long naps 2 hours after waking up, woke up at an outrageous hour of 9 a.m.
Hence the photo above, with everyone still asleep. 'Cept my bro lah.
Packed my stuff, cleaned up a bit, and headed for Midvalley.
Met up with a bunch of my classmates, and the ironic thing is, the guy who suggested the dinner couldn't turn up, and the guy who suggested we do lunch instead of dinner, well he was too stoned and didn't turn up either.
How stoned from the celebration can you get?
I slept at 5.30, woke up every 15 minutes throughout the night, and was still up and about at 9.
( A little bit of irrelevancy : Of the 6 who DID come, 5 were going to Taylor's. I'm telling you, save for the 2 going to INTI, 1 going to Help, 2 going to TAR, 2 going to Sunway, and one going overseas, everyone I know is off to Taylor's. -Sigh- It'd be like I never left CHS )
* * * * *
It's almost like my hair has a life of its own, y'know.
I had thought of perming it, but I was told that it'd instantly make me look aunty-ish.
I had thought of straightening it, but I had always been an anti-rebonding kind of person, so why stop now?
I had thought of highlighting it, but golden / red highlights are boring, and anything other than those two is an indication of lala-ness.
Then I realize, I don't want my hair to drop off by the time I'm 40, what with all these harsh chemicals they're subjected to, so I'd just stick with what I have and maybe shave it off when I'm in a more liberal environment.
(Two times, I tell you, I was very close to choping all my hair off. Twice.)
(That it how much I hate my hair.)
Labels: Significant Days
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