Sometimes I like to disappear into my own lala-land and wish for a couple of things. Say, the ability to teleport to anywhere I like - that's one example. Perhaps another is...a wish to excel in everything I do...and I really mean, everything. That's being so greedy, but I'm in my lala-land afterall. I don't care what you think about it, I need a dreamland to drift off to when things get too crazy in reality.
And I therefore define human nature as loving the impossible, and wanting the unattainable.
How true.
My weekends are how no-life now. Monday-Friday in school; Friday, Saturday, Sunday evenings are spent teaching piano; Saturday or Sunday afternoons are spent floorballing. Or flooble-ling as he calls it. Maybe I do it the flooble style...that's why I'm forever just warming the bench. *shrugs*
Now that the little kids are back in school, I had a fine time observing the TKGians and their so called boyfriends. And of course the fashion trends they are setting with their school uniforms. The belt is still worn as low as ever, but the nametags are pinned to the belt-loops these days. Oh man, in those days we didn't even bother about nametags. The socks are as low as they can get so that they disappear into the whitish shoes-which-attempt-to-look-like-oh-so-cool-skater-shoes (in those days it was as high as we could pull! *roars with laughter*) and hairbands on their heads which do not hold up fringes but are kiaped to the head just for show. (in those days who bothers about hairbands). I saw this TKGian dating a St Pats boy (sec 3 probably because his white pants look whiter than his shirt) and trying to be oh-so-cool with her friends. Carrying handphones and sms-ing away. Sigh. Oh and not to mention those schools with typical blouses tucked into skirts...oh dear, I've seen girls tucking in all the way and squeezing their skirts into what looks like a corset to me. And it suddenly strikes me that every female has a short body. Otherwise why would the waists of their skirts be tucked right under their bras? What idiots we must have looked when we were the ones back in secondary school.
It reminds me of how I used to mistake TKGians for those green dustbins at the bus-stops when I wasn't wearing my specs.
The bed beckons. To bed. :)
And I therefore define human nature as loving the impossible, and wanting the unattainable.
How true.
My weekends are how no-life now. Monday-Friday in school; Friday, Saturday, Sunday evenings are spent teaching piano; Saturday or Sunday afternoons are spent floorballing. Or flooble-ling as he calls it. Maybe I do it the flooble style...that's why I'm forever just warming the bench. *shrugs*
Now that the little kids are back in school, I had a fine time observing the TKGians and their so called boyfriends. And of course the fashion trends they are setting with their school uniforms. The belt is still worn as low as ever, but the nametags are pinned to the belt-loops these days. Oh man, in those days we didn't even bother about nametags. The socks are as low as they can get so that they disappear into the whitish shoes-which-attempt-to-look-like-oh-so-cool-skater-shoes (in those days it was as high as we could pull! *roars with laughter*) and hairbands on their heads which do not hold up fringes but are kiaped to the head just for show. (in those days who bothers about hairbands). I saw this TKGian dating a St Pats boy (sec 3 probably because his white pants look whiter than his shirt) and trying to be oh-so-cool with her friends. Carrying handphones and sms-ing away. Sigh. Oh and not to mention those schools with typical blouses tucked into skirts...oh dear, I've seen girls tucking in all the way and squeezing their skirts into what looks like a corset to me. And it suddenly strikes me that every female has a short body. Otherwise why would the waists of their skirts be tucked right under their bras? What idiots we must have looked when we were the ones back in secondary school.
It reminds me of how I used to mistake TKGians for those green dustbins at the bus-stops when I wasn't wearing my specs.
The bed beckons. To bed. :)