Drumroll, please.

Future Ted: Kids, I'm going to tell you an incredible story, the story of how I met your mother.
Ted's Son: Are we being punished or something?
Future Ted: No.
Ted's Daughter: Dad, is this gonna take a while?
Future Ted: Yes. Twenty-five years ago, before I was Dad, I had this whole other life...

-How I Met Your Mother, Season 1, Episode 1-

So I've just started watching the first season of How I Met Your Mother.

I know, I know. I'm left behind. I'll catch up, so no spoiler comments, please!

Just finished the episode where Ted meets this wonderful girl named Victoria at his friend's wedding, where they hit it off immediately.

*Okay, this is gonna get mushy. You were warned.*

No names, no numbers. No strings attached, no expectations, just pure companionship, just for the night.

Watching this episode gives me this utterly indescribable feeling. Like... like... I can somehow relate to it.

The farewell was... almost so beautiful it made me want to cry.


*But I didn't. So stop sniggering.*

"There will always be this one bad memory I will have from this night. You walking out that door."

"Close your eyes, and count to five."

Just like that, she was gone.



I guess the reason I was so attracted to this episode was the feeling of having this beautiful memory where you can always look back and think, "It wasn't The One, but there will always be a part of me that remains there."

You'll never know for sure if the other person will ever remember you, but maybe twenty years from now, married maybe, even having kids of your own, when you're just strolling, taking a bath, just letting your mind escape just for a moment from your current life. Then, as you sit alone, this one buried memory resurfaces and before you know it, you're thinking of him/her.

That night. The memories.

Just for that moment. You forget yourself, you forget who you are. You're back. Single, young, and having this great companion by your side, one whom you could almost say you could *cough* love.

(I hereby permit you to sue me for using the L word in such a careless manner. Sorry. Couldn't find a better word for it.)

Then, it all fades away and you're back to reality.

Maybe it's your kids calling for their bedtime story. Maybe it's your significant other cooing for you. Maybe you're done with your bath, maybe you've strolled to the end of the road.

Whatever it is, you know where you belong. You'll be thankful for the people around you, and just smile at the memories past coz that's what it is.

Just another memory.

*Oh, gawd. What am I doing here, when I'm supposed to be studying for my exam?*

I'm all grown up. Now, what?

I was never good at making lemonade so when life gives me lemons, I just throw 'em right back.

-Rae-

You know those stages in life when you experience changes?

What's that word for it... uhh...

Growing up?

Yep, that's the word.

I remember my first day of kindergarten. Only vaguely, but I think it counts.

When my baby teeth started falling out, grown-ups decided to tease me by saying my teeth were dropping coz I was eating too much candy. People from church, parents' friends, even my school teacher.

I was really annoyed back then. I had to keep explaining to them that it's not because of my over-consumption of sweet stuff.

You know how kids are always fed with the mentality that only naughty children eat too much sweets. Ugh. Stupid brain-washing adults. Don't they know kids might take it way too seriously? Gosh, I hope I won't be like that when I'm *officially* an adult (ONE MORE YEAR TO GO!!).

Anyway. So being the innocent kid I was, I didn't want adults to think that my teeth were falling out because I ate too many sweets; but when I denied it, they'd start to ask "Well, if you're not eating too much candy, why are you losing your teeth?"

Of course, being the innocent, logical kid I was, I'd reply "My baby teeth are falling out to make place for my adult teeth to grow," and they'd reply "Bah!! There's no such thing as teeth falling out! You must have been a very naughty girl to be eating so much candy."

Of course, I now know that they were just kidding - but back then, I was just really, really pissed.

*I'm not a bad girl!! I don't eat candy!!! My teeth are just falling out because I'm growing up!!!*

I digress.

Anyways.

First day of school, first day your baby teeth start dropping out, first day your mum brings you bra-shopping. First day your vagina drips blood (pardon the crudeness), the first day your heart stops beating because of a member of the opposite sex.

Remember?

As you grow older, you start to realize that you're getting more and more used to life, and because there's no more "changes" to look forward to (except for menopause - lols okay I'll stop being pessimistic and crude), sometimes, even at your early twenties, you'll start to think:

"Shit, this is it. I'm done growing up. Whatever happened to the past 20 years?"

Not to worry, Rachel the wise has come up with a comforting line:

"Don't worry. Your body has one more change coming. Wisdom teeth."

Unfortunately for me, my wisdom teeth are biting into my gums and they're killing me.

=(

Exams are in a week's time.

*double frowney.*

(Well I figured there's a smiley, why not a frowney?)

I thought this was gonna be a two-line post or something; I thought I'd just announce that I'm going to stop blogging for a while till my exams are over, but I guess I blabbered a tad too much huh?

Anyways. Not coming back till exams' over.

Toodles.

Sorry, but I don't feel the pain. IN YOUR FACE.

If fate wants to play a game of "lets see how much possessions you can break/lose before losing your mind", BRING IT ON.

-Rae on Twitter-

I managed to beat my record again.

Today, I found that having broken/lost a handful of *very* expensive and valuable possessions (namely, my broken/lost phone, iPod, jacket, EZ-Link, and room card key)
in a month isn't enough, apparently. I can't hear anything on the right side of my RM180 Sony earphones. FML.

Life is so much more fun when you realize you're starting to get so used to having your expensive stuff broken/lost that you don't feel the pain anymore.

and i haven't even started saying...oh, shit.

One "oh shit" can erase a thousand attaboys.”

-Scott Adams-

In just a month's time, I have accomplished the following:

1. Broken my phone beyond repair.
2. Lost my EZ-Link card along with $50 inside.
3. Broken my iPod Touch beyond repair.
4. Lost my room key, which cost a penalty of $50 for a new replacement.
5. Lost my RM 200++ sweater I bought from Disney Land.

I'll bet you a 100 bucks you can't beat my record.

Epic FML.

Attaboy.

Pwned.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee,
And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me.

~Robert Frost, "Cluster of Faith," 1962

I haven't been fooled in so long. At least not to the extent where I SERIOUSLY believed it.

Pet Society did it.

For a moment I was like "omg they're finally turning Pet Society into 3D!"


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Bummer.

Out.