Okie.

I'm officially moving.

To blogspot.

Hehe sorry kimmy! =)

So yea. My last post in xanga. Quite reluctant to leave actually. Cause there's so much here. All the memories and stuff. And the happy times. And the sad ones. *starts reminiscing*

Haha yea. But new beginnings call for new things. My philosophy =) So yea I'm bidding farewell to my beloved xanga. Thanks for the memories. I'll never forget youuuu. Haha let me be soppy soppy abit la. Eh how many years with it okay? So must treasure abit. Emo abit.

And then move on.

*Big sigh*

Okie bye bye xanga.

Wish me luck in starting over, without you =) I know I can do it. I know you know that too. Heee. Oh and all the best to you too. However best a stagnant blog can be. Haha.

Love always, your owner =)

PS You never know, I might come back. Cause blogger has like about 2 fonts and you have a million. And they have super ugly colours whereas you have so many pretty ones. But blogger's layout is much prettier. Haha. Got good and bad I guess. But yea I am so gonna miss you! But I need this. You know that. Take good care of yourself. One last hug? =)

PPS OMG I exchange emotional farewells with my blog until forgot to say what's my new URL. Haha. http://carmenteoh.blogspot.com Click click! =)

Moving on. I choose to be optimistic about it =)

*edited*

OK I'm tired of all this already. You win. Now stop the nonsense already. I have HOI to do! Wheeeeee =)

PS On a happier note, Faraday Cheong Tee Jin is officially the cutest human being on earth!!! Haha joking. No not about the cute part. The part where I called him Faraday. Just random only cause that's the name of the street near my place. Haha. Anyhows, was talking to said fella on MSN last night, when MSN decided to go all PMS-y and laggy. And then it signed me out!!! *&^$#%^ Haha anyway I recieved a very agitated text from him awhile later:

"Hey, erm you still alive? nth much, just wanted to make sure u're still erm..alright..Well yea anyway that conversation was quick..U hav fun! Just reply me telling me u're still alive..My fren suggest that I do this..I dont want to be the last person you talk to =( CHOI CHOI touch wood!!"

I was laughing so hard I had to call him and ask him why he was being so funny. He said cause I was all alone here dunno if anything happened or not wor. Haha so cute right? I think maybe he thinks I live in some dark alley or something =) And he sounded so like apologetic kan? Hee so funny. Teejin, Teejin *shakes head*

This is Teejin:

Yes he always looks so excited wan =P

PPS Happy posts should be in bigger font =P

Cleaning the house became a habit of hers, an obsession even. There was just something about scrubbing and washing and wiping that made her feel that little bit calmer. As she did the dishes, it dawned on her how strange it was that she could, without much effort, make this dirty plate so clean she could see herself reflected in its gleaming surface; yet no matter how hard she tried, she never did seem able to get herself a clean slate, to be able to start afresh.

Her thoughts started heading where she most wanted them not to, but she blocked it out in time. She had gotten really good at refusing her brain memory of things she didn't want to recall again actually. She hummed a happy tune while drying the dishes. Life was peachy. She had an amazing job, amazing friends, an amazing apartment and an amazing boyfriend to boot.

Yet she often felt that there was something not quite right. There always seemed to be something......missing.

She couldn't quite put her finger on the source of her uncontentment but she knew that she was and that was enough to both occupy and bother her. What was her problem really? Why was she never satisfied? It worried her. She often lost sleep dwelling on it.

Drying her hands, she glanced at her watch and let out an alarmed gasp. She was late! Damn it, she thought, the boss is going to massacre me. Dashing into her room to change, she knocked into a little coffee table and felt a stab of pain in her little toe. Wincing and muttering obscenities under her breath, she wrestled herself into the first outfit her fingers caught hold off.

She ran out, grabbed her trusty oversized Prada and jammed her feet into her Marc Jacobs. Then she wrenched the door open, let herself out and began scavenging through her bag for her keys. She couldn't find them. Letting out an exasperated scream, she looked again. Finally she located the damned keys and locked the door. She ran to the lifts and jabbed the button expectantly, but nothing happened.

Cursing out loud now, she decided to take the stairs and practically ran down in her precarious heels. Two flights of emergency stairs later, the inevitable happened: her heel snapped. She heard the crack and before she had a chance to get her balance back, she could feel herself falling, falling, falling. It all seemed to be happening in slow motion, like in a Matrix movie, but oh-so-fast at the same time.

The next thing she knew,

her head had collided with the hard concrete floor,

there was a sickening crack,

 and then she knew no more.

***

Yea she died.

Worry worry all but end up dying anyway.

Ya la I'm feeling morose. And beyond irritated. Who the hell do you think you are? Walau eh. Damn over lor. But I shall tahan, as usual. But urghhh geram betul.

Funny how things change. Have you been missing me?

You know what?

Never, never *ever* go run round Princes Park unless you get a good night's sleep the night before.

Yes really.

Cause I didn't, and my head was throbbing so bad once I was done.

I already woke up with a fantastic headache. Like hangover lidat. Slight problem being that I had nothing to drink the day before. Anyway yea. Gonna fall dead asleep any second now.

Oh oh and my stamina has improved somewhat. I ran faster today than the last time. Or at least I think so la. Haha but yea. Wheeeeeee! =) Next time when I don't feel like passing out from a horrible headache I shall run two rounds. Haha semangat sial =)

Okie bye bye.

Oh ya today is Anzac Day. No major things happening though. Mostly like they go to the memorials and stuff to remember the soldiers who died in battle or something lidat. So yea.

Oh oh and PODS has to be the most amazing yet horrible chocolate-related invention ever. It is sinfully delicious and addictive. Boooo.

I love hate love hate love hate PODS =)

"Sunflower seeds." I grab a handful. "I love sunflower seeds."

"I know you do." Jon has the oddest, most unfathomable expression on his face.

"What?" I look at him in surprise, seeds halfway to my mouth. "What's wrong? Are these okay?"

"They're fine. There was something..." He shrugs. "It was stupid. We just had this...tradition. The first time we had sex you'd been munching on sunflower seeds. You planted one in a yogurt pot and I took it home. It was like our own private joke. Then we started doing it every time. As a momento. We called them our children."

"So where are they?" I say as he pours out two glasses of wine. "Did you keep any of them?" I'm looking around the room for signs of seedlings in yogurt pots.

"It doesn't matter." He hands me a glass.

"Did you throw them away?"

"No, I didn't throw them away." He heads over to a CD player and puts on some low music, but I won't be put off.

"Where are they, then?" A challenging note creeps into my voice. "We must have had sex a few times, if everything you say is true. So there should be a few sunflower plants."

Jon takes a sip of wine. Then without saying a word he turns on his heel and gestures for me to walk along a small corridor. We head through a sparsely decorated bedroom. There he pushes open double doors to a wide, decked balcony. And I catch my breath.

There's a wall of sunflowers all the way round. From huge yellow monsters reaching up to the sky, down to young flowers, thethered to canes, down to spindly green shoots in tiny pots, just starting to open. Everywhere I look, I can see sunflowers.

This was it. This was us. From the very beginning to the latest scrappy seedling in a pot. My throat is suddenly tight as I gaze around at the sea of green and yellow. I had no idea.

"So, how long ago...I mean..." I jerk my head at the tiniest seedling, in a tiny painted pot, propped up with sticks. "Since we last..."

"Six weeks ago. The day before the crash." Jon pauses, an unreadable expression on his face.

"I'm kind of looking after that one."

Sophie Kinsella's Remember Me?