Tuesday, November 23, 2010
11:05 PM
Sorry my three year old friend, it is just about time to let you go.
I hope that I have given you as many good memories as the ones with you, that I so sacredly cherish.
It might have been you, if not for the clock - or rather the calendars that were just not in place.
My friends, your friends now, and the vast bastion of memoirs that could be written of our efforts and experiences - no one could fault us for not trying - you more so than I, sadly.
You have followed the speck of light in the distance. Happiness, hopefully, is what you bask in these days. Indeed, pink rainbows and silver unicorns are what I wish for you. The sun and beaches you so love, as we did you, as she will you and you will her. The chartreuse glow of happiness is what this heart once yours brightly wishes for you.
Farewell, adieu.
MAry Rox:
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
11:02 AM
This is frustrating. Blogging is an avenue for us - or just me, to air my thoughts and get things off my chest. But some stuff, you don't want people to read, or you can't discuss with people. How do I get such things out? Quiet discussion with God maybe. Bloggers are secret voyeur-seekers, writing about provocative subjects, trying to gain a bigger share of readership, and getting a kick out of it. But really, that could be just me.
MAry Rox:
Thursday, July 08, 2010
9:12 AM
I have gone through yet another one. This lasted for just a bit longer than 4 months. Strangely enough, I don't even know why it lasted so long, everything was wrong, but I just couldn't give up halfway on something that I started. It was nothing like a romance, not the least bit like it, more a companionship than anything else. No one else could see why, but I see the best in people. That's definitely one thing I should change, coming out of this. I was always single, just that there was a commitment and responsibility to something. Yet, another one bites the dust, nothing like the beautiful romance I envisaged, nor even remotely like what I felt with Him - my apologies for the timelessness of how it ended.
It leaves a sour taste in the mouth, to finally see what you are to someone.
MAry Rox:
Friday, February 12, 2010
6:09 PM
10 days ago, a classmate passed away. She was the kind of girl who could make you laugh hilariously, but you had to get to know her real well first. Unfortunately, I didn't. Still, being in the same class in a girls' school for four years creates a bond between girls, an almost sister-like bond. It's an inexplicable, inexplainable feeling, that only girls from Cedar would understand.
Reading the story a couple of days ago, the first feeling I felt was undoubtedly that of regret. I met N a couple of months. maybe even a year back, but I only stopped for a brief "Hi!". Nothing more. I wish we had just sat down for a cup of coffee, or even, the "Do you remember, in Cedar...." thing.
The one memory that is seared into my mind about her, was on one of those Racial Harmony Days in school. She was wearing a gorgeous black punjabi suit, with a very dainty lace scarf, adorned with silver stars (- or something). That image just stayed in my mind, all through the past 10 years.
I have yet to open my Cedar yearbook, or to stare at my class photo. It's the very least I could do - sit down, and ponder over that class photo. She was the first, and she won't be the last. It brings with it a sense of mortality, something as yet, difficult for me to grasp. Rest in peace N, I'm thinking you're in a much better place now.
MAry Rox:
Saturday, October 03, 2009
3:34 AM
i miss you guys.
MAry Rox:
Thursday, August 20, 2009
2:37 PM
2o august 2009 (Thursday): Leg 5, Eastern Europe, Romania
On a side note, not about this trip, I feel like I've been missing out on a lot back home. BUFFET gatherings of uni friends (which just reminds me how far i've drifted from this group of great people), first work days of my buddies, birthdays of little nephews..
Anyway, I went to this shopping mall in town yesterday. The first floor had Stradivarus, Bershka, Zara, Pull and Bear, and the 2nd floor had GUESS, Mango and BATA, and of course other stuff too. I also saw a bossini somewhere. haha. Pretty singaporean! Shopping was fun. Stuff here is actually comparable to the prices in the rest of europe, not super cheap, but cheaper. I guess it's coz lots of stuff is on sale. They also have some pretty nice stuff that I haven't seen in the rest of Europe. So i'm a happy shopper. The starbucks (it's new, and first in the city) was super nice and relaxing to hang out in! the caramel macchiato was too good too. it was a really happy day!
We caught The Hangover last night. it seems like a pretty pointless show to me. mildly entertaining but wholly pointless. BAH. the movie theatres here are like the ones in GV. haha. totally reminded me of home. plus they sell popcorn and nachos. same shit.
I like romanian food. Ale's mum's chicken noodle soup is so good, i'm always finishing the last bits, even if it means taking 2 or 3 servings. Schnitzel is considered very typical romanian (like Mikk said schnitzel was very typical estonian too), and who can forget the delicious cabbage rolls and cucumber salad. I could be romanian. yum. Gelato here is effin delicious. the strawberry one is just too good. oh my god. food heaven.
Today, we're going to the tailor, and to a bag girl, and looking for shoes for alex, and clubbing tonight. update in a bit.
kisses all around!
MAry Rox:
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
3:57 PM
19th August 2009 (Wednesday) - Leg 5: Eastern Europe, Romania
So, I barely survived the 9 hours of waiting at the airport. I slept throughout the pretty short train ride, and I arrived to 29 degree weather in Budapest. YEAH it is as hot as in Singapore, even hotter, since i just came from 10 degree Sweden.
Was SOOO glad to be picked up by Ale, Alex, and her cousin Andra with a big pink sign at the airport. SUPER glad.
It was a long drive through hungary to get to the romanian border. Anyway, I have now collected fairly exotic stamps on my NEW passport, because they still have to go through border customs, which is weird, since they're in the EU. I didn't have to go through estonia-latvia customs.
Romania is really cool. It has many corn and sunflower fields. You can also buy absolutely massive watermelons for 1 euro by the roadside. And as all Singaporeans know, watermelons grow on trees!! There are cows and goats and horses by the side of the road, so you just drive by one and it is totally in your face. I was like "OMG is that a goat or a dog there by the tree?"
Stuff here is relatively cheap, which is good, compared to the rest of the countries i've been to. So im happy. cocktails go for 2 euros a glass. I hope I can get great stuff here for work. Maybe get my brows done, since everyone here has such gorgeous eyebrows.
Anyway, people here aren't used to seeing chinese around, even though there ARE chinese food places (like everywhere else in the world). So i get stared at a lot. BUT its pretty alright. haha. being the only chinese in town.
Its great to be here with Ale. Its just great!
BYE!
MAry Rox:
18th August 2009 (Tuesday): Leg 4.5 – Copenhagen Airport
So much for the fabled Swedish punctuality. I’m pretty shit glad that I didn’t put all my faith in it, and partied at Akademien before rushing on the train to rush for my flight. So, I very sensibly (and extremely boringly) chose the wait-7-hours train. Guess what? It started raining, how heavy I cannot fathom for I was sitting comfortably in my snug 300SEK seat. When the train got to Lund, it kept stopping and starting and stopping and starting before the station, and finally at Lund, there were a couple of announcements “Traffic Information: Due to technical difficulties, there is no electricity between Lund and Malmö.” Stuff along those lines.
Therefore, I ended up about half an hour late, which was when I was supposed to catch my connecting train to the airport. I arrived exactly at 23.22 (when my train was supposed to leave), and WHOOPEEDOO, I found out that my connection was late, and only arriving at 2330. WHOO. LOVE punctuality. An unfortunate fortunate slew of events.
So now, between approximately 0000 (when I reached the airport), and 0900 (when my flight leaves), I have about 9 hours to kill. I’ve already seen a movie, read a magazine (ploughing through it in Swedish), listened to a dude snore his way through sleep on the benches, finished a lot of food, and read most of my book. And its only 0335 now. ):
Anyway, it is surprising to see that ALL the seats here are full of overnight sleepers. This is too exciting, but I don’t reckon I feel like talking to anyone here. Or I am too shy. I find myself getting overly-conscious of the fact that I look so different from all the nice pretty white people around here. I don’t like the fact that I am so conscious, and I was hoping that this foray into Europe would put me back in the right mindset, but alas, fair maiden, it is not to be. Such sad thoughts.
MAry Rox:
Thursday, August 13, 2009
9:22 PM
13th August 2009 (Monday) – Leg 3: Somewhere between goteborg and jonkoping, Sweden
Tjena from Sweden again! Right now, i'm on one of those intercity buses (run by bus4you.se) that travel between cities. I'm going between Gothenburg and Jonkoping, and get this, I'm actually plugged into electricity, and hooked up to wireless. ON THE BUS.
So, staying at Johan's has been too cool and convenient, so now i'm challenging myself by going back to jonkoping, which should be too easy, except everyone/anyone/mostones are out of town coz its the summer holidays. But, I have managed to arrange lodging, so I'm fine and good.
It's gonna be a great couple of days. and in less than 5 days, I'll see Alexandra!
x
MAry Rox:
11 August 2009 ( (Tuesday) Leg 4: Gothenburg, Sweden
Tjena! Välkommen hem! My first experience with a Swede when I touched down was with the bus driver. Needless to say, I fumbled up, and I couldn’t speak any Swedish with him. I was so frazzled about getting the flygbussarna (airport bus) tickets, so I ended up speaking English. BOO.
It’s great being back here, walking along the familiar streets, shopping in the same shops.. Feels like I’ve never been gone at all. BUT, at the same time I notice so many subtle differences - new stores, new varieties of stuff in the supermarkets etc. It’s a great feeling, being back here.
So, I’m crashing in Johan’s really cool apartment, beside the Sweden Fashion House (which is just a random pointless crap building, not what anyone would imagine. Just google it.). It’s a nice place, and its along tram number 4(which is green)’s route. Perfect. His apartment is all the way up on the 4th floor I think, all I remember is the extremely many steps I had to climb up to get here. It’s on the top floor, and has roof windows. Extremely cool. My place will be like this next time. So you enter, and you see all these sneakers piled on the floor, and of course the bathroom with a wonky door but an extremely sturdy shower curtain, and a heating rail in there to dry your clothes on, and a nice wooden shelf, which makes the entire bathroom super cozy. Next, you look into the kitchen and its tiny but has an open roof window which is sooo cool, and it has an oven and everything! I like. And the dining table is just too great. We’re both sitting here using our laptops now, working. I love this place. And the living room is the bedroom, so there’s a huge bed and a sofa and lots of space, and a tiny closet which is part of the storeroom too. Tall johan is too nice, he let me sleep on his huge double bed while he sleeps on the couch with a stool to extend his legs on. And he refuses to swap with me. I feel too mean.
So I need sneakers. I realized that white sneakers are super fashionable here. But I really need sneakers sooo badly coz my shoes are all dying on me.
Meeting up with kalle today was too good. Its great to see him after soooo long. Okay, maybe just after a year. And I feel super at ease, hanging out with him. His apartment (part of the Chalmers apartments) is so nicely decorated, and he has a good view of one of his exhibitionistic neighbours. It was too good catching up, and when we realized that he stayed about 10 mins (by bike) away from Johan, he offered to give me a ride home on his bicycle. That was just crazy. Ahahaha. It was a scary life-changing ride.
Good day today.
x
MAry Rox:
WHEEes. (: