Archive for September 2009
Garbage
6 scoops of ice-cream, new york cheese cake, chocolate cake, chocolate fondue, honey stars cereal, coco crunch, peanuts, chocolate fillings, marshmellows, and countless other junk food at Swenson’s eat-all-you-can ice-cream & dessert buffet at Ion Orchard was my dinner yesterday.
And the highlight was the ice-cream blended salted black pepper strawberry topped with mint I got from losing rock-paper-scissors. AWESOME SHIT.
Probably the worst sin I’ve committed. It was awesome and absolutely horrible at the same time.
I got to swim at additional 20 more laps this weekend. :/
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When I see you,
I’m surprised at how hard it is to stop myself from going up and talking to you.
I wish I could stop resisting.
Beat this!
And if going to bed ‘early’ at 12am but not being able to sleep till at least 2am for two days in a row and god knows why, and orchard road and zara and soup spoon and making backpacking plans to faraway places and ion-exploring for the first time and making more backpacking plans to even more faraway places the day before and waking up at 5.45am the next day and feeling like shit and nervous and chicken and broke and ready but at the same time not ready can’t deny it, god knows what can.
I PASSED BY DRIVING TEST AND GOT MY CLASS 3 LICENSE!
AWESOME, and surely only the getting back the pink card will outweigh this feeling for now. (:
Self-realisation 575
Curses and swear words flow out of me so passionately, emotionally and full of excitement it surprises myself sometimes. I am seldom capable of such emotional swearing outbursts.
Only watching soccer hypes me up to such an extent.
Hmm..
To our 35th
Had probably the best birthday ever since I could remember things. Thank you Ginny.
Study hard, sleep earlier, gain more weight in places you don’t necessary need to have meat as well and don’t be so silly all the time. You deserve better silly.
15 more years. HAHA.
To our friendship. (:
You’re good
You caught me stealing a glimpse at you again.
I think I caught you too.
Live Happy
I realised I’ve based a lot of my planning and thinking of what I am going to do in my life on life after I ORD. That’s good, and bad, because it gives me something to look forward to, and bad, because it just increases the agony that I’m still that few months away from that day.
ORD. It marks a new beginning. It marks the closure of a chapter of my life. To me, it’s going to be the start of something new. It means so much to me I don’t even know how to start. If you’d asked me, I’ll tell you, but it’s like my life has not started yet, and it will only start when that day comes. I’ve planned so many things I’m going to do and try after I ORD, and I just can’t wait to start. It’s not like the typical ORD-mood kind of feeling. I know how that feels. This is something more. This is more intense, because it holding me back, it’s suffocating me, it holds so much.
That was gliberrish, garbage. Pardon my outpour. What I wanted to say is that after I ORD, I’ll be a free man, in every sense of that word. Till then, I’m just going to be a good instructor and live happy.

