One Roll For The Whole Shebang;
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Two days on and the memory of how I lost my phone still traumatizes me. I don’t want to think about it! But just so you know, I’m still phone-less. The funny thing is that it’s not the contact with the outside world that I’m craving; it’s the music that I could carry around with me and play whenever I’m waiting. I have a free moment. There are so many things I want to say. I want to tell you how two separate but related events are screwing up my life so badly that it’s difficult to focus on what really matters; but I also want to keep things to myself and hope that they’ll work out fine. I want to tell you how I think I might just survive this round of A-Levels. I want to tell you how scared I am that I am only just surviving, and knowing that this is only the first term. I want to tell you how excited I am about the time after this round of exams; I have got so many things planned out. But I’m also so worried that I won’t be able to cope with the workload. I want to tell you how I think I’m biting off more than I can chew. And yet, I still feel like I am procrastinating. I want to tell you that I like reading PostSecret. More than I like finding secrets I can relate to, I like reading each of them and imagining the writer’s story. Some secrets are dark and dirty and downright disgusting; but some are so sweet. Here’s one of my favourite PostSecrets. 
It makes me wonder who wrote the note. And I wonder if the writer ever realized what a profound impact his little random scribbling had on the life of two other individuals. And there are so, so many PostSecrets I love and want to share! But my C1 papers are calling me once again, to remind me that they shouldn’t be taken lightly just because they’re C1. Sometimes I wonder why I am so kiasu, and what good it’s going to do me. Here’s just one more PostSecret. 
Labels: Musings
INTRODUCING
Name: Louise
13 April 1992
You can only call me Lulu if you don’t think the name’s funny.
I am a member of the Smiley Conspiracy and a proud ex-CHS-ian, graduating class of 2009. Now doing A-Levels at HELP University College. Is proudly Malaysian, but doesn’t look like it and is proud of that too.
This is the 7th time I am editing this about section of the blog this year; I have sort of accepted that my personality is ever-evolving, ever-changing, therefore rendering my moods as volatile as the weather. But just as there are some things that have stood untouched across the centuries by harsh weather, so there are some things with me that remain ever the same: a belief that to live is to learn, and the ability to bounce back from setbacks.
What I love also remains constant. I love good food, dancing, fresh experiences, open minds and friendly people, all of which can be found in the wonderful wonderful city that is Istanbul. I love musicals, plays, good books, stickers, owls, colourful wrapping paper, hugs and kisses, chocolates, almost any music from the 17th to the 21st century, intense debates and post-it notes.
Fictional characters I have been compared to (in terms of personality) are Piglet from Winnie The Pooh and Kelsi from High School Musical.
I dream of finishing this list [29/8/2010: list is undergoing revamp!], and my secret ambition is to become a hairdresser or bartender. Unfortunately I’m also incredibly kiasu, so I’m going to go to university just to show everyone that I can. But want to go to uni also because I love learning lah!
Words that describe me are impulsive, impetuous, quixotic, sanguine, quirky, bewildered, kiasu and hodgepodge. The last one also refers to my sense of fashion.
*GRINS* :D
One Roll For The Whole Shebang;
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Two days on and the memory of how I lost my phone still traumatizes me. I don’t want to think about it! But just so you know, I’m still phone-less. The funny thing is that it’s not the contact with the outside world that I’m craving; it’s the music that I could carry around with me and play whenever I’m waiting. I have a free moment. There are so many things I want to say. I want to tell you how two separate but related events are screwing up my life so badly that it’s difficult to focus on what really matters; but I also want to keep things to myself and hope that they’ll work out fine. I want to tell you how I think I might just survive this round of A-Levels. I want to tell you how scared I am that I am only just surviving, and knowing that this is only the first term. I want to tell you how excited I am about the time after this round of exams; I have got so many things planned out. But I’m also so worried that I won’t be able to cope with the workload. I want to tell you how I think I’m biting off more than I can chew. And yet, I still feel like I am procrastinating. I want to tell you that I like reading PostSecret. More than I like finding secrets I can relate to, I like reading each of them and imagining the writer’s story. Some secrets are dark and dirty and downright disgusting; but some are so sweet. Here’s one of my favourite PostSecrets.
It makes me wonder who wrote the note. And I wonder if the writer ever realized what a profound impact his little random scribbling had on the life of two other individuals. And there are so, so many PostSecrets I love and want to share! But my C1 papers are calling me once again, to remind me that they shouldn’t be taken lightly just because they’re C1. Sometimes I wonder why I am so kiasu, and what good it’s going to do me. Here’s just one more PostSecret.
Labels: Musings
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