Sunday, June 27, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
zed zed zed zed zed zed
Sleeping is good. Just this morning, I slept until 11:15, woke up, caught bus at 12 and started uni. I love my "uni life". Was good, but how will I manage a proper full time schedule as of next semester. I had to wake up at 7 yesterday. So I woke up at 7. This was followed by another 15 minutes of lying in bed half awake. This consists of lying in the foetal position with my head on the corner of my pillow and the blanket brushed aside. This then leads to one arm and leg hanging off the bed for another minute or so. Until finally I drag myself out of bed.
Sleeping is good. But, for me, sleeping on the bus is another story. I have this paranoia of missing my stop. I see people sleeping on the bus and waking up right before their stop...how do they do it?! I feel that would never happen to me. So this results in me doing the embarrassing sleepy head nod. The "I won't fall asleep no matter what" action in which you quickly bob your head up immediately, moments before you doze off. As much as it is embarrassing, it also causes troubles. I once caught one those new buses, and I decided to sit on the seat near the end where they are back to back (because I am conscious about people staring at the back of my head). So the bus ride progresses along, and I continue to be "awake". It then reaches a point where my head becomes out of control and too heavy. So in order to prevent it nodding away, I try and keep my head upright. BAD MOVE. Because these head nods are the inevitable. By being "smart", my head then falls backwards, knocking into something! As I suddenly jump back up in awareness, I begin to wonder. Did I hit the head bar on the seat... or was it the head behind me!? Too embarrassed to look behind, I begin to "experiment". Seeing if it's possible that my head could reach the bar or not. Too afraid to go too far, I came to the conclusion, that I possibly hit the head behind me.
So that was an unforgettable sleeping/bussing experience of mine. A few weeks after that experience, the notion still stands and I am still prone to having an experience like that, "Head nods are inevitable".
Sleeping is good. But, for me, sleeping on the bus is another story. I have this paranoia of missing my stop. I see people sleeping on the bus and waking up right before their stop...how do they do it?! I feel that would never happen to me. So this results in me doing the embarrassing sleepy head nod. The "I won't fall asleep no matter what" action in which you quickly bob your head up immediately, moments before you doze off. As much as it is embarrassing, it also causes troubles. I once caught one those new buses, and I decided to sit on the seat near the end where they are back to back (because I am conscious about people staring at the back of my head). So the bus ride progresses along, and I continue to be "awake". It then reaches a point where my head becomes out of control and too heavy. So in order to prevent it nodding away, I try and keep my head upright. BAD MOVE. Because these head nods are the inevitable. By being "smart", my head then falls backwards, knocking into something! As I suddenly jump back up in awareness, I begin to wonder. Did I hit the head bar on the seat... or was it the head behind me!? Too embarrassed to look behind, I begin to "experiment". Seeing if it's possible that my head could reach the bar or not. Too afraid to go too far, I came to the conclusion, that I possibly hit the head behind me.
So that was an unforgettable sleeping/bussing experience of mine. A few weeks after that experience, the notion still stands and I am still prone to having an experience like that, "Head nods are inevitable".
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Free Time
By tomorrow, I would be 3 chapters behind in my readings...for my only unit of this semester. Even thought this may be my only unit, there is still that chance I could fail it due to my laziness. My 10 dollars could go to a waste if I don't bother reading this text book, the only book I bought for the semester.
Speaking of reading, it reminded me of my holiday goals. Since I practically am still on holidays, I would like to see my progress thus far.
Reading a book: Well I am not spending 30-40 bucks for a book, that is a complete outrage. And I don't want to borrow it either, because I probably won't read it and I'll end up re-newing it 10 times before I finally give up...and I lost my library card.
Morning jogs: That lasted a few weeks before the hot weather and sleep ins kicked in. And since joining the gym, I thought I could do my jogging there, how very wrong I was. Now I am majorly unfit.
Learning the guitar: This is probably the best one out of the three goals. I got my guitar, thanks to my sister's boy friend. I downloaded the program that shall teach me how to play. And that is about it. If you look at it this way, I am two steps ahead of the others, just don't look at the accomplishment levels.
soooo cool loh. I wan to play like dat.
Just a random thought. I was looking outside into my back yard...I feel like taking up gardening. Too bad I don't have a garden to do it in...thank you dead grass and infertile soil. Oh well, not like I was going to do it anyway.
P.S. omg, no spelling errors!!! I am getting better at this.
Speaking of reading, it reminded me of my holiday goals. Since I practically am still on holidays, I would like to see my progress thus far.
Reading a book: Well I am not spending 30-40 bucks for a book, that is a complete outrage. And I don't want to borrow it either, because I probably won't read it and I'll end up re-newing it 10 times before I finally give up...and I lost my library card.
Morning jogs: That lasted a few weeks before the hot weather and sleep ins kicked in. And since joining the gym, I thought I could do my jogging there, how very wrong I was. Now I am majorly unfit.
Learning the guitar: This is probably the best one out of the three goals. I got my guitar, thanks to my sister's boy friend. I downloaded the program that shall teach me how to play. And that is about it. If you look at it this way, I am two steps ahead of the others, just don't look at the accomplishment levels.
soooo cool loh. I wan to play like dat.
Just a random thought. I was looking outside into my back yard...I feel like taking up gardening. Too bad I don't have a garden to do it in...thank you dead grass and infertile soil. Oh well, not like I was going to do it anyway.
P.S. omg, no spelling errors!!! I am getting better at this.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
My Life Thus Far
It's been a while since I last blogged, that's because I've been thinking. Does anyone really read this blog? Who am I writing for. Just random thoughts that run across my mind which prevents me from adding to this blog. But I'm not thinking about this at the moment, so shall we proceed?
Recently I've had the urge to go ktving. This comes after watching the Wang Lee Hom: Music Man concert. On the verge of sounding gay, he is awesome! Although it does piss me off at times how he is known for songs that aren't even that great. Same goes for Jay Chou. Fa Ru Xue is not his best song dammit. It's not even close to being a good song, you people don't know him from when he first started out. Jay Chou was the best back in the days. So when people say, "ewwww why you like Jay Chou for," it's because he was THE SHIT back then. Damn those Jay haters. Or those who try to be fans, but we all know your aren't.
Anyway, quite a bit has happened recently. I started university, then dropped it. Nothing has ever bored me to death like architecture did. I have never seen someone be so fascinated in walls like my coordinator did. What also pissed me off is how one question results in a long ass conversation between the two coordinators. I don't care what you two are thinking between the two of you, I just want to learn. So when I decided that I wanted to transfer, I thought I should have a talk about it. That only results in a long conversation which makes me get home at 8pm. I won't feel disappointed if I don't know how to read a building. I don't want to know why a building is built as it is. AND I DON'T come to university to be challenged. I COME TO university to get a freaking degree and get a job in life to earn money. Why must it be so tedious. Well, I brushed aside his advice and proceeded in my Course Dropping. In conclusion, since I wasn't able to transfer I can't really do anything else. So I kept the one unit in architecture which is practically an Arts unit. This would enable me to get credits for the Commerce/Arts degrees that I hope to transfer into. Now that I have posted that up, I hope people read this, because it is getting rather ANNOYING repeating myself a gazillion times to everyone I meet who asks, "hows uni going? what are you doing again?" or "so whats architecture like?"
Sorry for the uninteresting blog. Shall try and post a better one soon.
Recently I've had the urge to go ktving. This comes after watching the Wang Lee Hom: Music Man concert. On the verge of sounding gay, he is awesome! Although it does piss me off at times how he is known for songs that aren't even that great. Same goes for Jay Chou. Fa Ru Xue is not his best song dammit. It's not even close to being a good song, you people don't know him from when he first started out. Jay Chou was the best back in the days. So when people say, "ewwww why you like Jay Chou for," it's because he was THE SHIT back then. Damn those Jay haters. Or those who try to be fans, but we all know your aren't.
Anyway, quite a bit has happened recently. I started university, then dropped it. Nothing has ever bored me to death like architecture did. I have never seen someone be so fascinated in walls like my coordinator did. What also pissed me off is how one question results in a long ass conversation between the two coordinators. I don't care what you two are thinking between the two of you, I just want to learn. So when I decided that I wanted to transfer, I thought I should have a talk about it. That only results in a long conversation which makes me get home at 8pm. I won't feel disappointed if I don't know how to read a building. I don't want to know why a building is built as it is. AND I DON'T come to university to be challenged. I COME TO university to get a freaking degree and get a job in life to earn money. Why must it be so tedious. Well, I brushed aside his advice and proceeded in my Course Dropping. In conclusion, since I wasn't able to transfer I can't really do anything else. So I kept the one unit in architecture which is practically an Arts unit. This would enable me to get credits for the Commerce/Arts degrees that I hope to transfer into. Now that I have posted that up, I hope people read this, because it is getting rather ANNOYING repeating myself a gazillion times to everyone I meet who asks, "hows uni going? what are you doing again?" or "so whats architecture like?"
Sorry for the uninteresting blog. Shall try and post a better one soon.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Thinking
So it's been a pretty hectic week and a bit since my last post...ha ha ha who am I kidding, my life doesn't get hectic, it just gets less boring. Not interesting or fun, just less boring. Yes, my glass isn't half empty or anything, nor is it half full, it's just filled up half way. I have mixed feelings about optimism and pessimism. Seeing pessimistic people pisses me off at times, but when I seem to be it, it's absolutely fine. Optimists on the hand are too bright and cheery, how is it that everything will be fine the end. Life is such a hard thing.
Well in my unhectic week, I've had lots of time to think. Not that i don't think in a hectic week...it's just I can think more about pointless random stuff that has no particular value in my life. What I have noticed is that I am a hypocrite. There are many habits on my list that piss me off when I see people do it, and yet is absolutely fine when I do it. I really should clear this up, but that's the thing, I'm a hypocrite. I hate people because they won't fix it, and yet I don't either. The circle of life.
Being the facebook stalker I am, seeing the type of groups people join, I've come to realise that what I do all the time seems practically normal. Then again, it makes me feel less special in that way too. Like that I think of weird scenarios in my head. I love to do that too. Especially thinking of meeting famous stars and all, seeing as I recently discovered my friend got a picture with Jay Chou in Taiwan. She was quite hesitant at first, but soon got his picture. I told her that I would run straight up to him...then I thought about it some more. Would I? Or would I just cower out like the COWARD I am. Man I'm such a coward. I would have one of those emo blogs where I talk about all the shit things in my life and why I feel so down, but then you readers will become bored. So who needs an emotional blog.
Anyway, this blog post has been completely random and I noticed it got kind of out of place towards the end. Uni starts next week, maybe I will be blogging even more from then on, since no one really wants to do work do they.
Jayćµ· signing out.
Well in my unhectic week, I've had lots of time to think. Not that i don't think in a hectic week...it's just I can think more about pointless random stuff that has no particular value in my life. What I have noticed is that I am a hypocrite. There are many habits on my list that piss me off when I see people do it, and yet is absolutely fine when I do it. I really should clear this up, but that's the thing, I'm a hypocrite. I hate people because they won't fix it, and yet I don't either. The circle of life.
Being the facebook stalker I am, seeing the type of groups people join, I've come to realise that what I do all the time seems practically normal. Then again, it makes me feel less special in that way too. Like that I think of weird scenarios in my head. I love to do that too. Especially thinking of meeting famous stars and all, seeing as I recently discovered my friend got a picture with Jay Chou in Taiwan. She was quite hesitant at first, but soon got his picture. I told her that I would run straight up to him...then I thought about it some more. Would I? Or would I just cower out like the COWARD I am. Man I'm such a coward. I would have one of those emo blogs where I talk about all the shit things in my life and why I feel so down, but then you readers will become bored. So who needs an emotional blog.
Anyway, this blog post has been completely random and I noticed it got kind of out of place towards the end. Uni starts next week, maybe I will be blogging even more from then on, since no one really wants to do work do they.
Jayćµ· signing out.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Bed Time
Every morning for the next month, I will be waking up to the sound of loud chatter between parents and relatives. From when they arrived last Friday, I have had to relocate my bedroom to another room...if you can call it that.
This is my room from when we first moved into this house. The Tom and Jerry painting has been there since I got here. We've been in this house for 4 years and yet it still stays there. Unfortunately, it's the only good painting in the room ranging from Bart Simpson, Spiderman and random Spiderman and Batman logos. That is my comfortable bed with several pillows. And note, the sausage pillow is called a "bolster". That is by far one of the best words I have ever learnt in my lifetime, years of not knowing what it was called has finally been relinquished. And notice how the bedsheets and pillows are colour co-ordinated with the room, as I only did just then. Anyway, that is what I'll be missing for the next month. This is where I shall be sleeping in the mean time....
How comfortable does that look. It's such a downgrade from my Queen size bed, my toes literally hang off the end of the bed...and that's if you even call that a bed. And for your information, from the angle I took this photo, the kitchen is right behind me. What's also bad about this random corner in my house, it's at the front of the house which means it's close to the road. Seeing as the walls in my house are quite thin, sound gets through it like a fat kid through cake. I can hear every car, truck, bus and Harley that drives past, its rather disturbing. Not to mention by day time, there is light coming from every direction possible. A big difference compared to the complete darkness in my room due to the roller shutters. I should have to get used to this, as once my relatives leave, two weeks later another set of relatives will be arriving for one more week.
If I ever seem snappy or grumpy for the next month or so, you'll know I have not been having a good sleep. So while all of you readers are sleeping in your cosy bedrooms and in your comfortable beds, please think of me. And just make that extra fluff on your pillow for me.
Good night everyone.
This is my room from when we first moved into this house. The Tom and Jerry painting has been there since I got here. We've been in this house for 4 years and yet it still stays there. Unfortunately, it's the only good painting in the room ranging from Bart Simpson, Spiderman and random Spiderman and Batman logos. That is my comfortable bed with several pillows. And note, the sausage pillow is called a "bolster". That is by far one of the best words I have ever learnt in my lifetime, years of not knowing what it was called has finally been relinquished. And notice how the bedsheets and pillows are colour co-ordinated with the room, as I only did just then. Anyway, that is what I'll be missing for the next month. This is where I shall be sleeping in the mean time....
How comfortable does that look. It's such a downgrade from my Queen size bed, my toes literally hang off the end of the bed...and that's if you even call that a bed. And for your information, from the angle I took this photo, the kitchen is right behind me. What's also bad about this random corner in my house, it's at the front of the house which means it's close to the road. Seeing as the walls in my house are quite thin, sound gets through it like a fat kid through cake. I can hear every car, truck, bus and Harley that drives past, its rather disturbing. Not to mention by day time, there is light coming from every direction possible. A big difference compared to the complete darkness in my room due to the roller shutters. I should have to get used to this, as once my relatives leave, two weeks later another set of relatives will be arriving for one more week.
If I ever seem snappy or grumpy for the next month or so, you'll know I have not been having a good sleep. So while all of you readers are sleeping in your cosy bedrooms and in your comfortable beds, please think of me. And just make that extra fluff on your pillow for me.
Good night everyone.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
http://longtimecomingg.blogspot.com/
I have pushed back updating my blog one too many days. It's been so long that I almost forgot what the URL was. And also, no surprise, I have forgotten nearly everything I wanted to blog about. Well, this is a start at least.
First of all, I want to apologise to Australia. My previous post may have been a bit too harsh, Australia is a pretty good country, and Asians are probably the most racist nationalities anyway. Asians are racist against nearly every other race, even themselves. There's just one difference, we don't really express our racism out loud. I got to admit, I am a pretty subtle racist. In science, I have a picky way of choosing stools. I prefer something short, so I don't get a sore back. So I would search around the whole room for the rare short chair. From there, I seem to discriminate against certain chairs. I don't seem to like the brown ones, instead I pick the grey ones everyone else have.
Oh my gosh, I really have forgotten what to blog about. I shall update more often when ideas pop into my head.
First of all, I want to apologise to Australia. My previous post may have been a bit too harsh, Australia is a pretty good country, and Asians are probably the most racist nationalities anyway. Asians are racist against nearly every other race, even themselves. There's just one difference, we don't really express our racism out loud. I got to admit, I am a pretty subtle racist. In science, I have a picky way of choosing stools. I prefer something short, so I don't get a sore back. So I would search around the whole room for the rare short chair. From there, I seem to discriminate against certain chairs. I don't seem to like the brown ones, instead I pick the grey ones everyone else have.
Oh my gosh, I really have forgotten what to blog about. I shall update more often when ideas pop into my head.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Un-Australian
In this past week and a half I've been thinking about my next blog, and yes I still remember what I am going to talk about. Australia Day is tomorrow, and I don't know what it is, but can me Un-Australian! Ok I am grateful to be living in a good country with good health and educational services, but there are just certain people who absolutely piss me off. Also, for some weird reason, patriotic people piss me off too. The obsessive use of the flag is just so annoying to see around everywhere. While watching TV, there's this advertisement speaking of the importance of celebrating Australia day....
Well you know what, I spit on your lamington drives and screw Kylie! I salute the guy on the couch and give that bastard a punch in the face! Australia day is just another excuse for people to get off work and get drunk and start shit on people who aren't deemed "Australian". Screw Australia Day, its the day your bloody convicts came to Australia, that's what you're celebrating! The arrival of rejects into a country which was already inhabited with people. And what became of this, the evolution of bogans...
Well you know what, I spit on your lamington drives and screw Kylie! I salute the guy on the couch and give that bastard a punch in the face! Australia day is just another excuse for people to get off work and get drunk and start shit on people who aren't deemed "Australian". Screw Australia Day, its the day your bloody convicts came to Australia, that's what you're celebrating! The arrival of rejects into a country which was already inhabited with people. And what became of this, the evolution of bogans...
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
1eight
Yes this is my first blog post as an eighteen year old. How does it feel you ask? Excellent...too bad Internet doesn't really exert sarcasm, so I'll just say it straight out. It's nothing much. It's not like when Mario eats a mushroom or anything, just feels like still walking along the path and jumping over tunnels. Although I wish I got a flower, to shoot away all those unwanted things in life. Like First day Uni nerves. Or growing up in general. I Don't want to grow up.
So on the eve of my birthday, I was listening to this song. Seems kinda sad, wishing myself a "happy birthday", but I did it anyway! But for all the birthday messages I got though, were quite warming. Plus, if I got 5 bucks for every time some one mentions something about being legal or anything...I would be rather rich. That seems to be the comment people will resort to when stuck on a birthday message, or just run out of ideas for a heart felt message. Oh well, who gives, I'm eighteen now. My tb days are over now...not that I really had any, I |-|0p3. No longer will I feel guilty when I stay awake past midnight or if I say the word "shit".
Had a nice day today at the beach. Besides the fact that the waters were calm and waveless, was rather pleasant. And still got to pig out in the end, so double thumbs up. The Party at Winnie's was also good as well. Who would have thought that playing with grapes could be so fun.
Well, knackered after today and idealess as well. P3@C3 0u7
So on the eve of my birthday, I was listening to this song. Seems kinda sad, wishing myself a "happy birthday", but I did it anyway! But for all the birthday messages I got though, were quite warming. Plus, if I got 5 bucks for every time some one mentions something about being legal or anything...I would be rather rich. That seems to be the comment people will resort to when stuck on a birthday message, or just run out of ideas for a heart felt message. Oh well, who gives, I'm eighteen now. My tb days are over now...not that I really had any, I |-|0p3. No longer will I feel guilty when I stay awake past midnight or if I say the word "shit".
Had a nice day today at the beach. Besides the fact that the waters were calm and waveless, was rather pleasant. And still got to pig out in the end, so double thumbs up. The Party at Winnie's was also good as well. Who would have thought that playing with grapes could be so fun.
Well, knackered after today and idealess as well. P3@C3 0u7
Monday, January 4, 2010
New Years Resolutions
Well first blog of the new year. 2010 has arrived and so has a new life. Despite that, I don't plan on setting any new years resolutions. I am a realist, I know I won't stick by them at all. I know i won't even try to accomplish them properly. And what I also know is that by the time this blog post is over, I would have forgotten about them already. So I'm just going to live each day as it comes and just carry on with my life as if nothing ever happened.
Having come this far without even knowing it, I just like to look back on the times that was. Back in the days of having fun without all the stressed involved with it. It all began back in the days with my dear Family Friends, Maovin and Rong-Yeei.
1. Back in the days when our parents would have their little karaoke sessions, and us kids would dread the living hell out of it (who would have known that we would come to love it so much). Us kids would be sitting in the back enjoying our games. First it started out with the "Good Boy". The little cheap Malaysian imitation of the Nintendo. Mind you, you could enjoy all the games of Nintendo for a cheap cheap price. It created endless fun for us kids, with all the 2D pixelated glory the "Good Boy" offered to us. Soon enough time went by and us kids grew up, to enjoy the evolution to "PlayStation". As the games improved and graphics got better, this fueled the competition Team Jun-Chang, Maovin and Rong-Yeei would have against their older sibling rivalries.
(oh god i actually found a picture of one)
2. When we ever got tired of the "Good Boy" or "PlayStation", or had technical difficulties, us kids still found a way to entertain our selves. We would create Plays in which we would perform to our parents. There could be the typical game of 13, in which was the biggest craze back in those days. There was the occasional game of monopoly (with altered rules in order to suit out preferences, WOOT FREE PARKING). Then came the little fad we had. The "Vinyl Wrestling". During my time in my first Beechboro house, the kitchen would be covered in vinyl. What we also discovered was that socks are slippery on vinyl. With our creative little minds, every night there was a gathering at my house we would all pull out the socks in our wardrobes and whack em on. From there, we would wrestle it out sumo style to see who is the victor left in the kitchen! Oh this was fun back in the days.
3. When ever the night nearly came to an end, we could always sense it coming. It came in a process of steps we had carefully observed and analysed to create the perfect count down to home time.
-1. When the music was off, and no change in discs were occurring, this left us with at least 20 minutes left. In this time we would be frantically finishing off our games or sneaking in another quick one while the parents would be finishing off there little chatter.
-2. Then came the jingling of the keys. This was warning number two and meant there was 10 to 15 minutes left. The parents would be getting out of their seats and getting ready to leave the house by preparing to rev up their cars.
-3. At the call of the parents voices, this meant 5 minutes was left. We would be packing our games or cards and sadly getting up towards the door. The parents would be having there last minute chatter and hopping in cars. Sadly we would wave goodbye and that concludes the fun night we had.
-4. This step was a special case for Rong-Yeei and I. Leaving Maovin's house, there would a certain set of lights in which we would meet up at before we descend to our respective paths. From here, we would have a last second second bye. This is where we wind down our windows and wave to each, laughing at the fact that we said goodbye earlier. No matter how many times we did, we still got a kick out of it and had a little laugh or chuckle.
Since this blog is getting rather long, I shall conclude it at this. Stay tuned as I will add more in later posts as a part of my trip down memory lane. This has been a fun blog to post, hope you people enjoyed it as much as I have.
Having come this far without even knowing it, I just like to look back on the times that was. Back in the days of having fun without all the stressed involved with it. It all began back in the days with my dear Family Friends, Maovin and Rong-Yeei.
1. Back in the days when our parents would have their little karaoke sessions, and us kids would dread the living hell out of it (who would have known that we would come to love it so much). Us kids would be sitting in the back enjoying our games. First it started out with the "Good Boy". The little cheap Malaysian imitation of the Nintendo. Mind you, you could enjoy all the games of Nintendo for a cheap cheap price. It created endless fun for us kids, with all the 2D pixelated glory the "Good Boy" offered to us. Soon enough time went by and us kids grew up, to enjoy the evolution to "PlayStation". As the games improved and graphics got better, this fueled the competition Team Jun-Chang, Maovin and Rong-Yeei would have against their older sibling rivalries.
(oh god i actually found a picture of one)
2. When we ever got tired of the "Good Boy" or "PlayStation", or had technical difficulties, us kids still found a way to entertain our selves. We would create Plays in which we would perform to our parents. There could be the typical game of 13, in which was the biggest craze back in those days. There was the occasional game of monopoly (with altered rules in order to suit out preferences, WOOT FREE PARKING). Then came the little fad we had. The "Vinyl Wrestling". During my time in my first Beechboro house, the kitchen would be covered in vinyl. What we also discovered was that socks are slippery on vinyl. With our creative little minds, every night there was a gathering at my house we would all pull out the socks in our wardrobes and whack em on. From there, we would wrestle it out sumo style to see who is the victor left in the kitchen! Oh this was fun back in the days.
3. When ever the night nearly came to an end, we could always sense it coming. It came in a process of steps we had carefully observed and analysed to create the perfect count down to home time.
-1. When the music was off, and no change in discs were occurring, this left us with at least 20 minutes left. In this time we would be frantically finishing off our games or sneaking in another quick one while the parents would be finishing off there little chatter.
-2. Then came the jingling of the keys. This was warning number two and meant there was 10 to 15 minutes left. The parents would be getting out of their seats and getting ready to leave the house by preparing to rev up their cars.
-3. At the call of the parents voices, this meant 5 minutes was left. We would be packing our games or cards and sadly getting up towards the door. The parents would be having there last minute chatter and hopping in cars. Sadly we would wave goodbye and that concludes the fun night we had.
-4. This step was a special case for Rong-Yeei and I. Leaving Maovin's house, there would a certain set of lights in which we would meet up at before we descend to our respective paths. From here, we would have a last second second bye. This is where we wind down our windows and wave to each, laughing at the fact that we said goodbye earlier. No matter how many times we did, we still got a kick out of it and had a little laugh or chuckle.
Since this blog is getting rather long, I shall conclude it at this. Stay tuned as I will add more in later posts as a part of my trip down memory lane. This has been a fun blog to post, hope you people enjoyed it as much as I have.
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