Knickers.
Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.
I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.
Call me fickle or whichever word suitable. I rooted for a couple of swimmers who gave their all at the Youth Olympic Games. I had the intention of elaborating each and every favourite of mine, but decided against it when I considered the hassle. So I am just going to list them all and do without much details.
They are fine swimmers despite their deceiving looks in these pictures.
(Not in any particular order.)
http://www.singapore2010.sg/public/sg2010/en/en_games/en_games_bio.html
Nicholas Schafer, 18 years of age, Australian
Clinched two victories, one silver medal, and one bronze medal.
Chad Le Clos, 18 years of age, South African
Clinched one victory, and three silver medals.
Anton Lobanov, 18 years of age, Russian
Clinched one victory, and three silver medals.
Ivan Levaj, 18 years of age, Croatian
Ivan Biondic, 18 years of age, Croatian
Andrii Govorov, 18 years of age, Ukrainian
Clinched two victories.
Balazs Zambo, 18 years of age, Hungarian
Clinched one bronze medal.
Peter Bernek, 18 years of age, Hungarian
Clinched one victory.
Last but not least, I have a favourite amongst my favourites.
Flavio Bizzarri, 17 years of age, Italian
Clinched one victory, and one bronze medal.
It was supposedly such a good night. The weather was cooling, and I was snuggled up in my favourite blanket. I slipped into a dream, and it was supposedly such a good dream. There were professional dancers amidst professional dancers breaking it down on the dance floor. My vision zeroed in on Rick Malambri, and I knew what my dream was about right off the bat. When I caught eye of another dancer, he horrifyingly turned into the ice cream man from Legion. It happened so fast I was caught off guard, and that shook me up from my nightmare.
When I actually make an effort to write, I often do so under certain influence. I won't list them, but however minor they are, they would still affect the content of my posts. By influence, I meant external influences. It will not happen today. I am going to glide alongside my feelings, wherever my fingers take me. Right off the bat, I am upset. I didn't cry, just so you know. But if it is any easier to understand, the unhappiness I am feeling right now doesn't make me want to break down and cry but it will gather some tears in my eyes. I am well aware of the reason behind my lousy mood, but I will keep it just there. I wouldn't want to read this in the future and think how foolish I ever was.
Surprisingly, I hadn't utilised Google tonight albeit having it as my tab. Beats me. Anywho, my ulcer hurts like a tear at the tip of my tongue. Help?
