it has been such a long time ever since i had so much words to blog with. it has always been pictures accompanied by some lame and random shit i would come up with.
so boring.
heading to the outskirts of paris cus jean-baptise is going to bring us around tmr. no longer look forward to it as much as before the gala because shawn yap is also gg. i am gg only because jb is such a nice person and i like him alot as a friend and i would like to spend a day out with him before going back to singapore.
will post pictures of the outing =)
did i mention that i bought a new luggage much larger than the one i came with? and it is now completely stuffed. i cant imagine! that leaves me with 2 big luggages (one big one enormous) and 2 handcarries and 1 laptop bag. to be carried all by myself. i am so dead.
and last night the taxi picked us up from champs-elysee (yes my school is damn steady we party at the most fancy place in paris) and dropped us at sacre coeur because it is a private taxi for a fixed head amount, to bring you to a landmark. and sacre coeur was just 8mins walk away from our homes. haha we live in a rather fancy place in paris too yall.
my feet was hurting so bad i took off my torturing 3inches high heels and walked only with stockings protecting my legs. even though i was drapped in my winter wear over my costume, my teeth was chattering from the cold. c'est la premiere fois i did that. my feet was numb from the icy floors. it was prolly the time i felt the coldest here in paris.
we were obviously not wearing enough to fend the strong wind and -1degree temperature at 4.30am.
mummy's encouraging sms-es make me really miss home. despite all the shit that i have experienced here, deep and down i thank above for teaching me many many things as well. i learnt from what i see, from others, from the past.
i think i learnt the most, appreciation.
esp for my mum. she used to be the one who was always there, doing the little things that we take for granted like replenishing your shampoo, washing your clothes, folding them, bringing out the trash and cooking your meals. i believe many of us are guilty.
i used to be so 'served' and well taken care of. but here, i had to take care of people sometimes. and i felt like my mum. many times when i have to clean after some people i just wanna scream at them. eso when i have to pick up their hair after their shower so that the shower wouldnt choke.
and i thought of my mum. she must have done this umpteen times for me, picking up hair for me after my showers. and i felt nothing but shame.
if you made your mum do that, shame on you as well.
sometimes when mummy cooks, me and louis gets full of opinion and we pick our food. here, when i cook for someone, and she picks on food or waste food i feel angry. and that reminded me of my mum as well. it must felt bad having to throw away the leftovers every night. and feel like no one appreciated your cooking. and it wasnt as if cooking was easy. maybe it is. the cleaning aint. its a big chore.
so girls. do chores. you will have to one day. why not start now and help your mum? love her in the simplest way, HELP her back. whats the big deal about washing a dish or 2? she cleaned your ass for 2 3 years straight mind you. This is life, when she is old, you do the same for her. how else do we repay them? nature shows the most obvious signs for you to follow. what they do for you, you do for them.
if you do not want your in laws in the future to say of you being poorly brought up and taught by your mum, like me. start learning. 'i don't know how to!' and 'i have never done it before!' are lame excuses.
face it. would you ever brush things like visiting a new mall in town with 'i don't know how to ?' and 'i have never been there before?' use your mind. if you don't try for the first time, you will never know how to and done before.
me, for sure wanna make my parents proud.
they had nothing when i was young. i didnt have what my friends or even cousins had. but today, i have everything and i lack nothing at all. what i need i have, what i want i am likely to get my hands on them.
my dad is a lao ahbeng, he is not well educated, he is not handsome but so what. he dresses in giordana tees and slippers he bought from thailand, but gives the best to us. sometimes his friends would tease him.
'aye dunt look like your daughter leh, you sure your daughter not'
but i am proud to be my daddy's daughter. (despite you not giving me a nose ah, laoba). even though he looks really mafia and ahbeng like and he dresses and behaves with no class at times.
from nothing, he gave me everything i have now. you name it, i am likely to have it. and he is the man who made it possible. the man who worked and risked it all to give us the best.
he was the one who held me in his strong arms when i was just an infant, the one who brought me to the beach when he quarreled with mum and bought me macdonalds, he was the one who caned me so much in my younger years, he was the one who made me cry, who made me laugh, who fed me, who was with and would still be with me for the rest of my life.
it took me more than 10years to discover what great parents they are, and to learn something so simple -appreciation.
when you appreciate you would see yourself having more. when you expect you would see yourself having less.
And sometimes what it takes to do so is to slow down and look back.
so boring.
heading to the outskirts of paris cus jean-baptise is going to bring us around tmr. no longer look forward to it as much as before the gala because shawn yap is also gg. i am gg only because jb is such a nice person and i like him alot as a friend and i would like to spend a day out with him before going back to singapore.
will post pictures of the outing =)
did i mention that i bought a new luggage much larger than the one i came with? and it is now completely stuffed. i cant imagine! that leaves me with 2 big luggages (one big one enormous) and 2 handcarries and 1 laptop bag. to be carried all by myself. i am so dead.
and last night the taxi picked us up from champs-elysee (yes my school is damn steady we party at the most fancy place in paris) and dropped us at sacre coeur because it is a private taxi for a fixed head amount, to bring you to a landmark. and sacre coeur was just 8mins walk away from our homes. haha we live in a rather fancy place in paris too yall.
my feet was hurting so bad i took off my torturing 3inches high heels and walked only with stockings protecting my legs. even though i was drapped in my winter wear over my costume, my teeth was chattering from the cold. c'est la premiere fois i did that. my feet was numb from the icy floors. it was prolly the time i felt the coldest here in paris.
we were obviously not wearing enough to fend the strong wind and -1degree temperature at 4.30am.
mummy's encouraging sms-es make me really miss home. despite all the shit that i have experienced here, deep and down i thank above for teaching me many many things as well. i learnt from what i see, from others, from the past.
i think i learnt the most, appreciation.
esp for my mum. she used to be the one who was always there, doing the little things that we take for granted like replenishing your shampoo, washing your clothes, folding them, bringing out the trash and cooking your meals. i believe many of us are guilty.
i used to be so 'served' and well taken care of. but here, i had to take care of people sometimes. and i felt like my mum. many times when i have to clean after some people i just wanna scream at them. eso when i have to pick up their hair after their shower so that the shower wouldnt choke.
and i thought of my mum. she must have done this umpteen times for me, picking up hair for me after my showers. and i felt nothing but shame.
if you made your mum do that, shame on you as well.
sometimes when mummy cooks, me and louis gets full of opinion and we pick our food. here, when i cook for someone, and she picks on food or waste food i feel angry. and that reminded me of my mum as well. it must felt bad having to throw away the leftovers every night. and feel like no one appreciated your cooking. and it wasnt as if cooking was easy. maybe it is. the cleaning aint. its a big chore.
so girls. do chores. you will have to one day. why not start now and help your mum? love her in the simplest way, HELP her back. whats the big deal about washing a dish or 2? she cleaned your ass for 2 3 years straight mind you. This is life, when she is old, you do the same for her. how else do we repay them? nature shows the most obvious signs for you to follow. what they do for you, you do for them.
if you do not want your in laws in the future to say of you being poorly brought up and taught by your mum, like me. start learning. 'i don't know how to!' and 'i have never done it before!' are lame excuses.
face it. would you ever brush things like visiting a new mall in town with 'i don't know how to ?' and 'i have never been there before?' use your mind. if you don't try for the first time, you will never know how to and done before.
me, for sure wanna make my parents proud.
they had nothing when i was young. i didnt have what my friends or even cousins had. but today, i have everything and i lack nothing at all. what i need i have, what i want i am likely to get my hands on them.
my dad is a lao ahbeng, he is not well educated, he is not handsome but so what. he dresses in giordana tees and slippers he bought from thailand, but gives the best to us. sometimes his friends would tease him.
'aye dunt look like your daughter leh, you sure your daughter not'
but i am proud to be my daddy's daughter. (despite you not giving me a nose ah, laoba). even though he looks really mafia and ahbeng like and he dresses and behaves with no class at times.
from nothing, he gave me everything i have now. you name it, i am likely to have it. and he is the man who made it possible. the man who worked and risked it all to give us the best.
he was the one who held me in his strong arms when i was just an infant, the one who brought me to the beach when he quarreled with mum and bought me macdonalds, he was the one who caned me so much in my younger years, he was the one who made me cry, who made me laugh, who fed me, who was with and would still be with me for the rest of my life.
it took me more than 10years to discover what great parents they are, and to learn something so simple -appreciation.
when you appreciate you would see yourself having more. when you expect you would see yourself having less.
And sometimes what it takes to do so is to slow down and look back.
ester's quote of the day:
don't ask for more, ask for better of yourself
endnote:
-smelly: what? he asked from you too? he is damn rude pls. cant take this kind of people. roll eye, like seriously. and aiya i didnt get to talk to m! no chance already. FATE! =(
-smelly: what? he asked from you too? he is damn rude pls. cant take this kind of people. roll eye, like seriously. and aiya i didnt get to talk to m! no chance already. FATE! =(
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