Drove to school today, initially my dad was supposed to accompany me by order of my caring mum, but this morning, woke up to find my dad still sleeping, in which he dismissed me and asked me to drive to school myself.  After all, he said, I can't be worse off and be in more danger than those drunk or sleepy drivers.  Haha, so it was just absolutely cool, could choose which radio channel i want to tune in to, not that I can't on normal circumstances.  Passed bus 199 on the way, and the winding roads in NTU was just perfect with those trees beside.  I pretty much made it to school in one piece.

Mel is having her driving test today at Ubi, in which she decided to take a taxi, so i drove her to JP's taxistand where it is easier to get one.  Haha, just felt amazing and she must be rather brave to have such trust in me.  Quite a couple of funny moments when I drove her to JP.  Got sandwiched between heavy load vehicles on my left, right and front which I had to overtake, haha oh and especially the taxi stand issue, whereby it was virtually impossible to drive through since the amount of taxis there has already filled it to the maximum.  So, we just kept cruising on to find a suitable spot to drop her off which didn't really appear, haha everywhere just seem inappropriate, and we got further and further from the taxi stand.  Finally dropped her off at centris's main entrance where she had to walk back, not too bad considering we could still see the taxi stand from there, haha.  Well, I am definitely going to drive to school more often now.

Was just looking at this photo I have on top of my piano which my brother and I took in China.  We were still kids then, haha, and I couldn't help but remember how people always say I changed a lot, that I don't look like the younger girl in the picture.  Best was still mh's comment, haha could still remember it until now whereby after seeing a photo of when I was young, she asked, "Who is that in the picture? Your niece?" , and to which I went, "er it's me".  Haha, got her into some laughter fits after that.  And Kah Neng who saw my IC photo and went, "my god, what happened to you then?", meaning I must have looked like some serious case of a nerd then, haha.

Anyway, it just seems that while on one hand things are the same, we changed a lot on the other hand.  I used to wonder if my parents saw my face change, because they see me everyday, it might just seem to them I look the same as compared to yesterday when in fact, if they were to look back at photos, I am not the baby or little girl before.  Just like how we look at ourselves at the mirror every morning and see the same face staring back, only difference would be minor things like a bad hair day or non bad hair day.  Some days we might think we look better than usual because we dressed up or cut our hair or removed our braces or changed our spectacles, but we will never quite think that our face has changed.  In actual fact, we change each day, just that it is so minute like the miliimeters that our hair grows by that we don't pay attention to it.

It seems that each day is just another day, but if we were to think back, I realise I never quite imagined myself being the state I am in now before.  That's just how life is, the unpredictability that makes it worth living on with that little curiousity to find out what comes next, to be disappointed sometimes, but to be happier than what we could ever expect on other days too; to find that things are mundane and are just the same, but also to be surprised on certain days.  Sometimes finding ourselves having emotions that we never expect to have, like being touched at the very simplest actions and words which would otherwise be expected to be cliche or common, yet we feel for it because of the very fact that we are in different moods and have different thoughts each day, even each minute.  We may even be just staring into space, but one second we breathe in, while the other we breathe out.  Somehow, one day is never the same as another, one hour is never the same as another, not even for one minute or one second.

Tomorrow is Halloween which usually will be celebrated today.  7 years ago, I was still in NSCL, the best school I have ever been in, celebrating it, having no lessons, just decorating the school with pumpkins, webs and candles to our heart's content for one whole week in preparation.  Having fun dressing up, especially my english guy teacher who dressed as a woman and being spooked by the haunted house.  Now 7 years later, I am back at Singapore, just sitting at home doing my reports, but I made one great bunch of fun friends throughout that will at least remain for quite some time in my life I suppose instead of being like my international school friends that just passed through where I didn't have a chance to hold on to them.  But they made a great memory indeed, I really can never forget my days in NSCL.
 

Found this on the net about NSCL, those people in the pictures were once my friends, coincidental that they picked it for a web article.  Ian, in the first picture behind the two little boys in front, chris suderman in the second picture in yellow, once my classmate, and karen in the third picture, the adult, my english teacher.  And those classrooms that I recognise, oh how I miss it all...