This is gonna be some picture post! picccctures! How long has it been since I decorated my blog with pictures...
I always wanted to take this. It was the day whereby I was stranded in school. Cool eh, got worst before, but just never take. My dad always insist this Canal makes the area very "vernice-like". Bs. Full load of BS.
Ignore the dirty chair. That's the cheapo medal for interhouse. I don't like it. And after 2 minutes of playing with it, the strap and the medal broke apart. How cheapo. How cheapo!
I wanna bet with my brother that the contents of the "metallic" part is not really metal, but heck, I was lazy to smash it onto the ground...
Tell me if it's possible to sleep on this bed. It's my bed, and now it's used for putting things. I do't know why that heart is there, I wanna remove it from my room as soon as possible.
Lalala imageshack loading. Waiting patiently.
I have lots of labbys (9 to be exact) to be reformatted by Thailand mission trip to be given as donations...
My brother's new style of living. He INSISTs it's more comfortable. Less walking space, but yet, weird and messy room. That's half of my room, wait, I think less than half, slightly. I agree, I would want to platform-ize my bed soon, well, if my room's overcrowding condition would allow, sigh. sigh! SIGHS loudly.
TADAH! where's this. My old house, Diary Farm under construction and waiting to be rented out to this new swiss family. Everything painted white, I visited like yesterday.
It was a chanced visit. My dad happened to forgot a document so we made a detour and went to get it. Me and tayye happened to decide to go in and take a look. And it turned out everything changed. We realised that our impression of the house have changed ALOT and dramatically.
Look. Memories are built upon impression.
It's from the view of the living room.
See that area there, I once thought that AREA was soooo big okay. And now i could barely move around in that crammed area. Perspectives change. Evidently. Every evidently.
View from the door...Everything is painted SOOO white.Omgosh.
Imageshack taking a long time to upload pictures, so let me start with some commentary. So everything in the house was under construction. The toilet was unusable, the paint smell stinks, like crazy. (I had enough of paint smell in PJC.)
Ah well. It was a very nostalgic visit. And the most weirdest coincidental thing is that I heard the playing of a PIANO! from downstairs. I went to the balcony to get a better "hear". and it sounded like Moonlight Sonata, (and tayye still insists it's moonlight sonata).
Guess who was playing the piano.
None other than my good friend Jonathan Lam.
I called him. As I tried to get an angle where I could see his room (with the piano). As I called, Ring Ring..Ring Ring. The piano playing stopped.
" Eh jonathan u playing piano ar? "
" how u know =.= "
Super lameness. And It was Brahm's Rhaspody. Luckily I won the bet that it was not moonlight sonata. Or was it?
I wanted to ask him to play piano battle but....the line cut off. Not batt. Him, not me.
Imageshack still loading....
STAYTUNE FOR MORE PICS, more stuff and more emoness.
Same place, same blog, same URL.
I gtg thailand mission trip meeting....Zzzzz
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