So for the past week I have been pretty much enjoying my butt off in Bangkok and I also bought loads of things for very cheap prices. Maybe it’s not cheap, just Singapore has ridiculously high standards of living. Singapore has too many high class shopping malls, maybe we should have a huge market like Chatuchak Weekend Market in Bangkok. Then Singapore would be shopping paradise not only to foreigners, but also locals. You know, that feeling when you enter Topshop and find a really attractive dress but then the price tag is such a turn off? Don’t you wish you could download clothes off tumblr and wear them on yourselves? Don’t you always wanted to sue Amazon and eBay for all their attractive goodies but you don’t have a credit card? NOW INTRODUCING, DREAMING Dreaming is a process where you put yourself into a temporary death, known as sleeping. Sometimes you don’t dream, but sometimes you dream funny and ridiculous dreams. At other times when your mind wanders off when you’re not dreaming, it’s called daydreaming.
With dreaming, nothing is impossible! Call 100-100-1000000003832837 to dream before it’s too la…TOO LATE.
So as usual every single overseas trip with the badminton team has left me certain thoughts and memories to ponder over, and change for the better. I guess it’s a part and parcel of overseas trips, whereby we gain much more than just training in River Valley High School’s badminton hall. Alongside all the training, shopping and fun, there is a lesson to take away – friendship and teamwork. Because without everyone’s consistent support, the trip will go haywire and the teachers won’t organize another such trip again because everyone will be unhappy. And this doesn’t just apply to badminton but to all the groups in the world. I think I’ve gone slightly off topic but when one has to rant, one needs to rant everything out before one explodes and shit flies all over the place.
Sometimes we all wished we had as much money as Christian Grey, and sometimes we all wanted to be loved like Anastasia Steele ( maybe minus all that sex ), but we all wanted to be loved because the trend nowadays is to love and be loved by someone.
Holidays are always such a hassle. Firstly there’s nothing to do, secondly your CCA floods in, thirdly there is a crappy lot of homework, fourth there will always be problems with friends ( don’t ask me why ) and fifth, because everything just doesn’t work out in holidays as well as they do during school days because people don’t get to see each other as often. Maybe MOE should introduce holiday+school- NO LESSON ALL PLAY, BUT STAY IN SCHOOL. Feel free to leave any moment and come back any moment. That sounds so realistic but if I had you, that would be the only thing I’d ever need~ All I wanna do is love your body. Justice to the students! Why can’t we be like American kids, who could go to school without uniform, have less strict lessons and cooler teachers and parents? ASIANS.HAVE.NO.LIFE.Just kidding. But seriously. That moment when you say “Just kidding” but actually you’re dead serious but seriously I need to stop ranting before Asia scolds me for being continent-ist.
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night skies are shooting stars? I wish, I wish, I want, I want I want to be loved by you.
Perhaps we were all sent to this earth for a purpose, and personally myself, I’m a lucky child to survive because my mum had several miscarriages before me and I actually wasn’t expected to be born. But here I am, 14 years after my lucky birth blogging 14 years before time.
If there was a time machine, I would like to go back to the day I was born and see how I looked like. I would want to go back to the first day I met certain people and then had such deep feelings for them. I want to go back to my first day in primary school when I fell off the steps to the canteen and didn’t cry, but instead shouted WALAO EH. ohmygod I was already vulgar at age six. I want to go to the day my dad was born and see him as a child. I want to go back to the day certain people in my life was born, and make friends with them earlier than when I did. I want to go back to the first day of Secondary school, which I still remember crystal clear. The list goes on.
What the heck? I’m going to be year 3 next year.
And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid 💜
P.S I do realize this post is pretty random and crappy
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