MONOSACCHARIDE: The simple sugar.

I got home a day earlier, and today I managed to meet up with 2 of the longest lasting, most treasured friends I have.

More importantly, I’ve also met up with the 2 aunts who brought me up till I was 7, one of whom lives in Japan now and I usually see only during Hari Raya.

I shall not continue this post because this whole leaving-everything-behind deal is starting to make me feel really sad.

Ok so I have not been in Singapore for the last 2-3 weeks, am still not back yet, but I’ll be back tomorrow night, afterwhich I have 2 days in Singapore before I say bye bye to what’s been my home the last 20 years and move on to greener (not literally though) pastures.

I am, however, planning to sneak back home on the 28th for Infected Mushrooms at Zouk. Home’s only 4 hours away anyways.

So till 2013, goodbye Singapore. You will forever be where I call home cause we all know how I am too kiasu to belong anywhere else. No actually that’s not true… I just can’t imagine calling myself a Malaysian.
& when I return, at the age of 26 (LOL), please do not forget the pre-fix to my name, hey.

Dear God,

If you give me a place in that Uni,
I promise to stop skipping lectures.

I will also stop downloading Grey’s Anatomy during exam periods and
start buying biodegradable eyeliner because at the rate at which I am sharpening my eye pencils and buying new ones, I am alleged to be one of the most ruthless abuser of the Earth’s natural resources.

I also promise to stop dating for superficial reasons and *rolls eyes* see the good in men beyond their looks and wealth.

I will return to my brother the money that I have taken from him by force, and feed my cats to make up for all the times I took their eating bowls away and hid it on top of the fridge just to see them look sad.

I will start sympathizing with community trash, and not call them that anymore, and I will stop making a mockery of them in front of their faces.

I will stop picking fights. I will stop sizing guys up just because I know the gentlemen won’t fight with ladies and the ruffians won’t fight with a policeman’s daughter. I will stop sizing up girls just because I know I am physically superior for the lady ladies and I am too aesthetically domineering for the minahs.

Please God, give me a spot in that Uni.

Amen.

That was me hogging on Amanda’s phone till the battery went flat simply because I couldn’t stop talking to you and we’ve already killed the battery on my own phone.

That was also me not being able to concentrate on my Maths the whole night.

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