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15th march.
nineteen, biitches.
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008
i'm more than positive that majority of people would have gone through at least half a dozen different ambitions by the time they've turned 18 unless all that's in their life is sitting in front of the computer screen and living in denial that they're able to make a living out of playing WOW or Dota or whatever.
... did someone say my brother's name.
i think the Very first thing i wanted to be was a primary school teacher. BLAH, what was i thinking? come 3rd Jan and i'll be faced with crying 7 year olds and their ohsoprotective parents peering through the window panes making sure their babies are enjoying their first day of class. for the record, my Mum never did peer through the window panes, nor did i cry on my first second or third day of school. holly can so vouch for me.
i mean, i'm all for children. i lovelovelovelove them, i just dont like bawling whiny ones.
i'm not quite sure what my second ambition was but i'm pretty sure wanting to be an actress was Top Three. What? everyone has wanted to be famous at least, Once in their life. let's just say that was a bust and we'll just blame it on an 8 year old's naivety.
and i remember so clearly what i wanted to be after that: A Housewife. i think i was around like, just before turning 9 or smthg. and i rmb it was Nelf&Chai&El&I at the market with Aunty and as usual, Nel&El&I had our little handbags and matching outfits and we were looking at fruits, and i decided there and then that i wanted to be a housewife. i didnt think of my future husband's monetary status or whatever; not that it matters in a big way of anything now. i just rmbed i wanted to like, do grocery and clean the house and cook. yeah, i have absolutely no idea what got into my head, but now that i'm 18 and fully able to digest what being a housewife does and everything else, i don't think that ambition will work out so well. unless, i wont have to cook or clean. grocery shopping in the supermarket in still do-able, but i'm pretty sure mother-in-laws come into the picture when grocery shopping in the wet market is needed.
and as pathetic as this sounds i'll admit it, pulling an Anna Nicole minus the sad drug overdose death might have been an idea. hmmmm, marrying an old dude and wait for him to peace out and wait in line for the inheritance money. to set the record straight, i grew out of that idea in a jiff after hearing how much of a court battle she had to go through with her husband's estranged son. yeah, no estranged step children for me.
i Have turned 18, and i'm pretty much decided on what i want to do for the better part of my life and entering university is not a choice but a requirement, and being able to score an average of five Cs is the minimal score i can get, and seeing how i scored an E in math Really doesnt help me make my dream come true. thank you God for the re-test.... did someone say my brother's name.
i think the Very first thing i wanted to be was a primary school teacher. BLAH, what was i thinking? come 3rd Jan and i'll be faced with crying 7 year olds and their ohsoprotective parents peering through the window panes making sure their babies are enjoying their first day of class. for the record, my Mum never did peer through the window panes, nor did i cry on my first second or third day of school. holly can so vouch for me.
i mean, i'm all for children. i lovelovelovelove them, i just dont like bawling whiny ones.
i'm not quite sure what my second ambition was but i'm pretty sure wanting to be an actress was Top Three. What? everyone has wanted to be famous at least, Once in their life. let's just say that was a bust and we'll just blame it on an 8 year old's naivety.
and i remember so clearly what i wanted to be after that: A Housewife. i think i was around like, just before turning 9 or smthg. and i rmb it was Nelf&Chai&El&I at the market with Aunty and as usual, Nel&El&I had our little handbags and matching outfits and we were looking at fruits, and i decided there and then that i wanted to be a housewife. i didnt think of my future husband's monetary status or whatever; not that it matters in a big way of anything now. i just rmbed i wanted to like, do grocery and clean the house and cook. yeah, i have absolutely no idea what got into my head, but now that i'm 18 and fully able to digest what being a housewife does and everything else, i don't think that ambition will work out so well. unless, i wont have to cook or clean. grocery shopping in the supermarket in still do-able, but i'm pretty sure mother-in-laws come into the picture when grocery shopping in the wet market is needed.
and as pathetic as this sounds i'll admit it, pulling an Anna Nicole minus the sad drug overdose death might have been an idea. hmmmm, marrying an old dude and wait for him to peace out and wait in line for the inheritance money. to set the record straight, i grew out of that idea in a jiff after hearing how much of a court battle she had to go through with her husband's estranged son. yeah, no estranged step children for me.
so anyways, i re-watched both Season 1 and 2 of Veronica Mars and went on to catch Season 3, and it's SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SUPERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR good! which reminds me of this phase i went through where being a PI fascinated me so much. okay i know Veronica Mars is just a show and everything is planned and thought out by the writers of the show and Kristen Bell just has to act it out, but i cant get over the fact of how smart Veronica Mars is. i suppose a certain amount of stealth-lity is required for such a job, and i'm sad to say that smthg as simple as hand and eye co-ordination is smthg i havent well, perfected.
whatever, it'll still work as my fantasy job... taking over the desire to be famous.
BEST show, ever.
i promised my Mum that i'd dedicate 5 hours each day to studying. earlier during the year, i also promised my Grandma that i would clean my room and put everything that i dont use into cardboard boxes so when my Mum finally gets down to picking a fine ol' home for us to move into, i'll be up and ready to get moving. thinking back, i made about close to a million promises to myself, my Grandma and my Mum about what i'd do during the upcoming June holidays. and now, it's almost mid-June and my room looks like a tornado went through it and i still havent done jack about it. i mean, i feel bad but like, it's SOOOO hard getting down to doing smthg like cleaning my room, because trust me, once i start i'd take like Forever to get it done. i'll go through everything and Aw at everything i thought i lost and old photos. today's Wed... hmmm, the weekend sounds perfect for cleaning up. and, studying can resume next week. meanwhile, rotting in front of the computer watching the remainder of Gossip Girl i skipped out on sounds pretty damn swell.Skype lags like an 101 year old lady so i always end up taking still images of my Mum to see her move.
all the smiley pictures are thanks to Bubbles being in front of the wecam.
my MeiMei is a sexy biatch.
MIS-MATCHED.
"yeah, the drink was really good. but i didnt taste alcohol."
"it was a Virgin."
"oh."
CHANTAL'S gotta boogie.
xoxo