the past week has seen me through one hell of a roller coaster ride.
i'm just that the roughest of the roughest period has worn off and that my perseverance paid off in the end. (:
i'm very proud of the girls!
coach threw us on the pitch without telling us the rules of the game but the girls did themselves proud on their first attempt. (:
nothing beats playing for the joy of playing, not even the gold medal.

huge thanks you to julius, joshua, junfeng, shups, yao teck, harjinder, zihao and whoever who expressed concern/scouted for girls for me. (:

lunching + bathing after the game with the girls on sat was really enjoyable. (:


levis/ ice cream/ long john/ amry stories was a sweet affair with my darling boy on fri. (:
thanks for the hard to come by ice cream. (:
and freak the damn gay.


sparc camp was.. okay.
the topic of dressing sprang up as a after-dinner conversation.
they were commenting that SP girls dont really bother about their appearance; "they just jump into tees and jeans."
i beg to differ.
i mean, i do dress nicer sometimes but i'm a student, not a fashion parader.
the lessons are already at EIGHT FREAKING AM, dont you find it a CHORE to MAKE-UP, RAID YOUR WARDROBE and SHOERACKS EVERYDAY?
i do.
so, what's wrong with tees and jeans?


drama's bbq was FUN!
good food/ great company/ cranky photo shoots/ stomach aching games/ ghost story sessions/ funny gift exchange sessions.
i love the drama peeps. :D
but i had to pay a price as well when i reached home at 2am. =x
i wanted so much to say sorry to mommy for making her worry but i just couldn't get it outta of chest. :(



pp tomorrow! i miss pp :(

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#1
i *roll eyes* dont understand chinese who go, "i hate chinese."


#2
relationships.. are so fragile and unpredictable. or perhaps, it's humans that are.



#3
i seem to have lost my mojo.
i seem to have side-tracked.
i seem to have forgotten about the days where i fought so hard.

i seem to have lost that feeling.
the feeling of being poor,
the feeling of being proud of myself,
the feeling of being disciplined and focused,
the feeling of achieving- with my own hands, blood, sweat and tears.


and i'm not doing much/doing the right things to wake up from these.
bloody hell.



#4
get well soon guanjie.



#5
silly boy, you know i aint the expressive kind.
just wanna say..believe in yourself alright?
i'm still here.
smile like the orange! -pokes- :D