somewhere in my dreams

my home in toa payoh with my blue walls and ikea shelves, walking around in tpy central buying crap like groceries and toiletries, stopping by the bubble tea cafe in tpec to have tomyam soup noodle and honey jasmine tea with pearl and to read free magazine, going downstairs to buy bbq stingray/ hokkienmee/ fishballnoodle/ claypotrice/ charkwayteow /bbq c wing / cheap steak / ban mian tar / loads and loads of other good food

being driven around by pb in his tiggerific car, sitting on the left seat, getting lost, trying to navigate, being amazed by his amazing parallel parking skills, being amazed at his ability to be always lost in s'pore

lazing in my dark, spotlit room in c418, making my freshly brewed irish cream coffee, eating my tomyam noodle with sun streaming into my room thru the blinds, waking up in the afternoons and blatantly skipping lectures and tutorials for weeks to do projects, mugging like mad in the comm hall, suppers with c wings, practicing for dance night, debugging programming labs until i dream about the algorithms [will probably not miss that so much soon], major cleaning up the room once in a long while, plonking on lx's keyboard, arranging my shoes neatly along the corridor according to rainbow colors, mambo followed by duck noodle and milo, enjoying the breeze and serenity on the rooftop, old kr with the pond and fishies, thor who would run everywhere, and pudding who always managed to balance on the 3rd floor corridor ledge

council, investiture and stepping down, maf, fire balls, centerpieces, 'hemisphere effect', playing in the water on the steps after releasing maf fountain, taking photos like crazy, talking total nonsense to toad on the phone on 157 on the way back until i reached home, full house restaurant with its xing zhou mifen and the 'gan3 bu4 zou3' aunty, venezia ice cream, war games, icebreakers, climbing over the gate after work sessions, mass dances, the girls running back from jiamin's place during cny morning and dyan's famous "eyes cannot open", obs and leewai, washington watch, singing dumb cheers invented by jeffry, kayaking [channel crossings, my], kayaking at night and seeing the beautiful lights in eastern islands, council room, chrisco, council dances, the crazy boys-who-will-always-be-boys' antics, strumming the guitar at tian1 tang2, miaow miaow especially when he was chomping on duck bones, also when he comes up and rubs against your ankles and suddenly bites your shin (?!)

kallang wave behind mr tan-pikuman-kianhwa during his fmaths lecture, tiger lee making me see her the next morning with my tutorial brought and done, sleeping on the table in mr remedios' physics tutorial after eleco, mario lim scolding me for slouching and not singing the anthem during assembly, climbing through the triangle in the staircase in the middle of the night to climb up to the hwachong rooftop and walk around

comfortable rg uniform, pe lessons in which i skipped as and when i felt like it by quoting my 'mild mvp', jogging around the school among the pretty condominiums

carmee lim leading our singapore workout with her 'pow pow' punches and kicks, the very audible gasp from the amphitheatre when she stepped up to sing the anthem wearing some outrageous outfit

wearing tie for tuesdays assembly, getting pins and needles during the assembly, finding ways to avoid the prefects booking when late, swearing at the prefects, the pits [prefects in training, most bitchy cos they need to book and book you so that they can become real prefects], spot checks at the amphitheatre [i remember being kaypoh about pikkie's dyed, very red hair being checked], 'rtc' [i only remember it as raffles torture chamber, cant remember the exact name.. it's what happens when you commit too many discipline offences, and the discipline mistress will sit you down and talk to you and make you think about why you committed it and yadda yadda. it kinda worked for me, i was so terrified i almost cried when mrsting questioned me about why i was always late and all that],

the look on originally irritating fruit stall uncle's face when porky bought some fruit/dessert with a stack of 1c/5c coins we gathered, pigeons being massacred by the fans in canteen, stall 2 malay food where the nice uncle gave lots of fried flour bits with his drumsticks ['like long johns silver!', he said], east and west stall 5 with the best but most ex food, weird stall 6 cai fan which always had the longest queue even though the food is only so-so and we concluded that they drugged the food so everyone goes back there to eat,

design and technology lessons in which we made cool but useless things like some sprayed acrylic designs, molded acrylic heart-shaped plate and wooden-sawed plaques, home economics class with the ci2 xiang2 looking teachers who wld suddenly threaten to send you to detention class, bubbles cooking while i did the washing

taking tonnes of neoprints with bubbles, going to far east plaza macs to meet pple from irc/alamak chat, fep chicken rice the one with the ham and xbc, shopping and buying baggy jeans from lips and 77thstreet,

wonderful concerts in the amphitheatre with cute/pretty seniors singing 'how deep is your love' [takethat] and later, 'that thing you do' by the wonders [and everyone screaming to it], the deep deep cheering voice, house practice, high jump practice, squatting and standing up repeatedly for mass dance practice with cheryl the capt, practicing for syf guitar, cell group, cybermatrix camps, silly crushes on seniors

memojazz pager, leaving voicemessages, recording nice songs in the pager's voicemail welcome message, being really good at alphanumeric dialling, and even numeric msgs [for numeric pagers b4 i got the memojazz] like 1 177155 4 and 512 = wo ai ni and watever, actually dialling and calling friends on home phone until you remember all their home numbers, writing postcards to dot everyday even though she sat right next to me in class, my cathyjordaneast diary + bubbles's bubbles diary which we exchanged

the time before sec 3, when i hadn't lost my self confidence and was still about 100x less self conscious about everything

the time before 2 days before psle when i totally dunnid to study

swensens club with our swensens shopping centre which had everything and we even had brochures and receipt books to keep track of sales [actually i felt like it was the unicorns club in sweet valley twins hahaha!!], queen serene-who-must-be-protected-or-she-will-melt, green club, parties at my home where mummy cooked fried beehoon and everyone played marco polo in my room, daphne and the bolster (!?!), going to michelle's home to play, tap dancing, library duty, prefect duty in which i only booked people i was biased against for doing totally non-crime things like, talking in class -__-", both mrseleanorlim and shitwatshername -lao shi giving me a lecture on discipline on my birthday in front of the whole class, making me sob all the way home, them whispering to each other probably in shock upon seeing my psle results, rollerblading with neighbours neville, sally and ivy, sally bringing me to buy ice lollies from a neighbour in blk 38 and one in blk 46..

performing chinese dance in victoria theatre, loved the numerous makeup rooms backstage, the horrendous makeup and costumes complete with headgear and props, the joy and excitement of going out there and giving ur best shot and grinning like mad even if you make mistakes, looking out for your parents in the audience and looking at them straight in the eye while you're on stage, dance camps in telok ayer street in which i learnt how to make curry flavoured instant noodle by adding only hot water [no need to put in pot and boil], at which the fridge was stocked with soft drinks which we could take if we paid, walking to rafflesplacemrt instead of tanjongpagar so that i cld drop by lau pa sat after dance practice to buy old chang kee's fish balls drenched in sambal [im salivating now], walking to chinatown point to buy expensive small clay figurines and look at the garfield store, guo1 tie4 /charkwayteow /ngoh hiang beehoon at telok ayer mkt, 'jalan kayu prata' at telok ayer which tasted far better than the real jalan kayu prata, playing water bombs one christmas on the roof top of hokkien huay guan, hearing the seniors sing 'hey.. lingchai ku zi po ge dong eh' to the tune of shan1 ge1, sweeping and mopping the floors of the dance studios, doing di4 ban3 gong1, sucking in my tummy and butt and back straight while doing 1st position, 3rd position, 5th position..

being totally crazy over garfield and collecting garfield merchandise

weekly trudging to hougang for piano practice after school, sometimes falling asleep while playing cos i was just so tired, lovely xiaoyan biaojie who always brought me out and treated me and bought crap for me and brought crap for herself, walking around hougang mall and buying tidbits before taking 153 home, practising the piano with a little numbered booklet my mum made to make sure i played each piece at least 10 times perfectly [i always cheated and skipped pages]

calling up k2 friend [wei3 something] to chit chat and to play submarine battle and western bar, him eventually getting first in class and me 2nd cos i was always late for lessons [haha bad habits start since young.. even though the kindergarten was right behind my house]

taking a photo in a graduation gown holding a scroll after completing k1, and being puzzled over why people said its hard to get to uni and graduate, while i so easily did at such a young age.. i must be a genius

im sure there's many more. of course my life cant be that boring right. i just happen to have a terrible memory. but i suppose the ones that come to my mind easily are the most dear to me. and so that's that.