yesterday and today, i keep seeing newbies gettin their ncc uniforms.
even my cousin called me yest askin me wad to sew and wear to sew.

and that's when i was struck with this IMMENSE nostalgia.
i miss wearin the number 3 uniform.
i miss the tight, high waisted skirt.
i miss the starched itchy (when u start sweatin under the
sweltering heat and the starch gets to you too) collar.
i miss the boots which clicked a beat with every step one took.
i miss the beret i never managed to fully season.
i miss the ugly black socks that contrasted (or didn't) with the baring of skin after it.
i miss the black belt and its insignificance.
i missed the smell of starch!
i miss the badges upon my chest.
and finally
i miss the prestige i felt (duno y) in wearin that uniform.
i noe it sounds stupid now. but then it was my everythin. (i sound psychotic)
but we were one of the BEST land units (sadly not anymore, the other batches are USELESS!) and that rocked.
it felt good to be part of an elite.
it felt good to be part of ncc.
and i felt good wearin that uniform.
its like the moment i wore it, the posture went up and i felt i could do.. anythin.
i felt that best, and i felt i had a purpose.

i loved the feelin of being part of that great great group.
even when it got sick borin, it felt fun.

geez.
i could go on, but i'll bore you.
i'll leave u with 2 things:

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HAHAHAHAHA.
I LOVE NCC! (((:

i always loved this song. always remember and attach it to the film where sandra bullock and nicole kidman acted togther as sisters who were born into a family of witches (they're witches too). long story.
pretty old too.
but i LOVE it. and the song of course:

"This Kiss"- Faith Hill

I don't want another heartbreak
I don't need another turn to cry
I don't want to learn the hard way
Baby, hello, oh, no, goodbye
But you got me like a rocket
Shooting straight across the sky

It's the way you love me
It's a feeling like this
It's centrifugal motion
It's perpetual bliss

It's that pivotal moment
It's impossible
This kiss, this kiss (Unstoppable)
This kiss, this kiss

Cinderella said to Snow White
How does love get so off course
All I wanted was a white knight
With a good heart, soft touch, fast horse

Ride me off into the sunset
Baby, I'm forever yours

It's the way you love me
It's a feeling like this
It's centrifugal motion
It's perpetual bliss

It's that pivotal moment
It's unthinkable
This kiss, this kiss (Unsinkable)
This kiss, this kiss

You can kiss me in the moonlight
On the rooftop under the sky
You can kiss me with the windows open
While the rain comes pouring inside
Kiss me in sweet slow motion
Let's let every thing slide
You got me floating, you got me flying

It's the way you love me
It's a feeling like this
It's centrifugal motion
It's perpetual bliss

It's that pivotal moment
It's subliminal
This kiss, this kiss (It's Criminal)
This kiss, this kiss(more) (less)

you noe, i actually don't MIND havin block test.
i don't mind studyin.
i dun even mind gettin back results, even when the anxiety build up gets too great.
BUT wad i really hate?
is the fact that the results will later come in the form of a results slip.
and THAT's the real sick thing about education.

even if the results are good (which i've already assured myself that this time it won't be), one would be able to find fault with that slip of paper.
its like NOTHING can be right about it.

imagine you get 76/80 (sorry the top girl's promo results just stuck to my head the moment i heard it) for your A level points, and then u tell urself, "good job!" and then "but where's the other 4 ponits?" and then u'd try to kick urself in the shin (which u can't by the way) for not scorin a full marks when u COULD.

see?
when can results slips ever be good?
when it (the results) comes with the exam/test paper itself. that's when its good.
where u can identify ALL ur tinsy winsy mistakes and make up big excuses for them.
but results are NEVER good when they come together, like a gang of hooligans, bent on terrorising you out of ur skin.
and all they show are digits and grades. and remarks.
like do we really need the comments on our behaviour(?), compliments are sufficient thank you.

just watched some disney princesses video.
and who would've guesses, snow white's dutch! haha. i saw a snippet of her wearing those holland clogs and tattered clothes.
to think about it the only thing i remembered abt her was white, round, red, blue and black.
with twittering birds flying about her and little animals scuttling all around her.
hmmm.

and elvis, u say i shld take princess jasmine.
i still like aurora.
but aladdin is CUTE. so not much of a teaser and mockery to me.haha. and ha ha to you too!
but so is the prince in sleeping beauty(cute), wadeva his name is...

i don't know y i always manage to find somethin
to distract myself during a test week.

must be a talent.

i think she is BEYOND being the cutest dog on planet earth.
she's my darlin and i love her FOREVERMORE~!

what do you do when you realise your life isn't as square and simple as you once hoped?
there ain't no such bloody thing as luck., you can count on THAT.

This is what camera shots fall short off.
cheers to the neoprint machine's ability to make
one appear CUTE and PRETTY all in ONE PIC!
oh yes, and who can forget: the excuse to act chi-nah. :D

suspense packed day it WAS!

though there was this sense of detachment at not being part of the whole "receivin my results today" thing, i'm pretty grateful i din haf to suffer the anxiety that soon.
that's a retainees cowardice for you.
"once bitten, twice shy", takes that phrase to a whole new level don't you think?

mixed results from different mix of people.
i haf some frens scoring a fantastic 4 As to others scoring C-D-E.
such a polarised range leaves me speechless, and makes me come to this realisation... you never know wad to expect.
i duno wad to expect from myself!

i'm scared and traumatised, leaving me blocked, and helplessly starin at each of my fren's results, and wondering, " would mine be that? or that? or that?"
and the more i stare, the more mixed my emotions get, until a personal hall of A level result recipients occupy my head crying and cheering, till the pressure of their voices pound against my skull in a rhythm that beats to the time of "GET those A-s! STU-DY NOW!"

and then i stare at a wall wishing i was back in my mother's womb, where innocence and naivety were my key attributes. and while in there, the only thoughts i entertained, was the pleasant need to kick my mum on her uterus walls. * thump thump!

no point tryin to rant my way out. that's suppose to be wad ELVIS does best.
A levels, here i come.
bring on ur worst, i'll be right here,
to Take- You- ON!.
(i'll be getting those A-s, you just WAIT.)