Sunday morning was waking up after sleeping for only 3 hours at 530 to get ready everything all to send Zeke off to Canada. Singapore's Changi Airport, Terminal 2. I wore the exact same thing I wore on Saturday night. Dress never wash never anything. Awesome me. Saves time to think of what to wear you see....................
GPS woman that got us late for 30 mins.
Watch I bought from Treasure Island for RM10
Hahaha bulging tummy
Zeke and his family
Us with Zeke. Ok I look disgustingly stunted and huge.
Bromance.
Its bored at the back seat you know...
Nobody wants to take picture with me LOL.
After leaving the airport we went to Causeway point to look for Outdoor Bag but to no avail. Got out of Singapore, reached home at 12 plus, online everything all till 2 plus then zonk out all the way to 7plus. Had to get up to get to J's house to "revise" our undang thing.
So on Monday (which is today), J and I went to take our undang tests (= Bapak-ah. Halfway tension bole.. Lol anyway so we both passed so yay us. Got to view the Orchid banquet hall then my best friendz sent me home. Called mum to know where she is and took a taxi to find her.
And then I got myself these :
Been searching for this book for ages!! MPH doesn't stock it I was so sad at that time.
15-year-old Kafka Tamura runs away from home, both to escape his father's oedipal prophecy and to find his long-lost mother and sister. As Kafka flees, so too does Nakata, an elderly simpleton whose quiet life has been upset by a gruesome murder. (A wonderfully endearing character, Nakata has never recovered from the effects of a mysterious World War II incident that left him unable to read or comprehend much, but did give him the power to speak with cats.) What follows is a kind of double odyssey, as Kafka and Nakata are drawn inexorably along their separate but somehow linked paths, groping to understand the roles fate has in store for them. Murakami likes to blur the boundary between the real and the surreal-we are treated to such oddities as fish raining from the sky; a forest-dwelling pair of Imperial Army soldiers who haven't aged since WWII; and a hilarious cameo by fried chicken king Colonel Sanders-but he also writes touchingly about love, loneliness and friendship.
Carrie Bell has lived in Wisconsin all her life. She's had the same best friend, the same good relationship with her mother, the same boyfriend, Mike, now her fiancé, for as long as anyone can remember. It's with real surprise she finds that, at age twenty-three, her life has begun to feel suffocating. She longs for a change, an upheaval, for a chance to begin again.
That chance is granted to her, terribly, when Mike is injured in an accident. Now Carrie has to question everything she thought she knew about herself and the meaning of home. She must ask: How much do we owe the people we love? Is it a sign of strength or of weakness to walk away from someone in need?
The Dive from Clausen's Pier reminds us how precarious our lives are and how quickly they can be divided into before and after, whether by random accident or by the force of our own desires. It begins with a disaster that could happen, out of the blue, in anybody's life, and it forces us to ask how we would bear up in the face of tragedy and what we know, or think we know, about our deepest allegiances. Elegantly written and ferociously paced, emotionally nuanced and morally complex, The Dive from Clausen's Pier marks the emergence of a prodigiously gifted new novelist.
Okie-do. Gonna go off now and read one of my book. =D Heeeheee. See ya'll in another 10 years!!!!!
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