Circular motion moves best.

My mind has its limitations. There is only so much it can hold. But everything seems to pushing it beyond the edges.

When there is that, there is that again, I lose sight of my priorities. Everything becomes a blur. What exactly are we? Frail beings with malicious hearts, or malicious beings with frail hearts? Too difficult to fathom because to each, their own.

If only thoughts were like creases on my trousers. A glide of the iron straightens everything.

Tasty toast.

I had a sudden surge of craving for toast, specifically peanut butter toast. So I went into the kitchen in hopes of finding some peanut butter to prepare myself a simple supper. To my dismay, I could find no nothing! I thought I could make do with a heavily buttered toast with a slice of cheese to go along. I was in the midst of preparing everything, only to realise I ran out of white bread.

What an utter disappointment!

I guess I shall just have my Peanut Butter Cup as a consolation.

River running.

You've changed. Do you think I am too ignorant to sense the change?

A treat for two.

It has never been fair, right? And it never will.

I am going to sleep now. It is perchance the best way out. Indeed, but not for long. Eventually, we have to get up from it.

I'm trusting.
Haven't changed a wee bit.

Race day.

AWESOME SHITZZZZZ OR WHAT.

I had a little insight on the atmosphere burning up the circuit before the night race. Of course visuals from the screen didn't exactly get my adrenaline pumping as much as those being at the scene itself, but no doubt that my anticipation only grew with minutes counting down to the commencement of the night race.

Results weren't quite what I expected or hoped for, with Nico Rosberg slipping behind after carrying out his drive through penalty. He had a good start, shuffling between the second and third positions with Sebastian Vettel, but fall out of qualification for podium after an unfortunate mistake he made. A pity, I thought. Same goes for Sebastian Vettel when he had to serve his penalty which forfeited his chance at podium. It was just so close.

Lewis Hamilton had his victory secured right from the green light. It was so amazing to see him go, being so consistent throughout and it was not only physically demanding, but also mentally challenging. He deserved to be the champion.

Brawn managed to get themselves the fifth and sixth placing with Jenson Button as the fifth. I think he is cute too.


Me likey F1 :D

Taste so sour.

I honestly wonder what is the reason behind my titles. More often than not, they have little or no relation to my posts. So why the hassle? Then again, a post without a title seems empty. Forget it, I'll just leave things the same way they are.

I thought I could bethink about work today (Saturday) as it seems like ages since I last did a detailed entry about it. Well, I'll just give it my best shot as my mind is hoping for an early night.

Time check: 0220

Journey to work earlier on reflected the same as before. We tend to do a whole lot of thinking when we are alone. Way too typical, but that's understandable. Of course, there is a difference between the past and present which you have no choice but to let your own imagination run amok.

As usual, I arrived early. No surprise. I remembered vaguely that Izwan has a girlfriend, but I had no clue as to who she was. So whilst at station D, this new girl by the name of Hani/ Honey was sitting at table 5*, a separate table from Izwan. I felt awkward for them because they were conversing yet apart from each other. I had to ask them over before they sat beside one another at the same table as me.

I was pretty ignorant, so I actually asked the silliest question of the day!
Jean: You guys know each other?
Izwan: Err, ya.
Hani: *Nodded*
At that very moment, I realised they are a couple! I scurried to Hanah and told her my embarrassment.

Oops, I am tired. So in summary, work was pretty much all right. Not much of an excitement, though. I guess the only incident worth drawing your attention to was the birthday rap I led. I paused right before the start of the birthday rap and May Ann had to kick it off for me.
Oh my goodness!


F1 RACEEEEE!
I can't wait :D
I'm placing my bets on several.
Driver-wise, Lewis Hamilton and Nico Rosberg. I'm hoping for Rubens Barrichello and Jenson Button (come on!) as well, but they have more than enough points for constructors standings now!

MP4-24 and FW31, please do your drivers proud!

Grandstand.

I AM JEALOUS!

Formula 1.

A pity I couldn't catch last night's practice rounds, but I guess tonight's qualifying rounds made up for my loss. Be thankful I can at least watch it at home and have a brief thrill of it.

Lewis Hamilton.
Nico Rosberg.
:D

Not much of a disappointment for me for their qualifying rounds, I guess. Hamilton was absolutely brilliant! Rosberg could have been a tad faster to surpass Vettel's lap. But it's all right. Tomorrow matters most.

Rosberg looked so suave with his blonde tress dripping in perspiration which accentuated the charisma he exuded.
DID YOU SEE?!

Hamilton was awesome! Wasn't he smouldering hot? That smile of his was so genuine and sincere. (Obviously!)

McLaren MP4-24.
Williams FW31.
:D

BGP001 was stunning, so was MP4-24!

L-O-V-E-L-Y!

So please don't.

Things are taking a turn now, and as a matter of fact, it is for the worse. It is different this time round, I can feel it. Things are slowing down. If you deprive me of my chances, life will reduce to a hollow tunnel. What I say will only return as echoes.

Not another word.

"This space dictates my love for you. Should I abandon it for two revolutions around the clock, it would cut me through my flesh because without it, I feel disconnected from you."

Square one.

History repeating itself. I guess it is just a cycle we can never break free from. I just didn't see it coming. You were right, weren't you? Despite referring to a separate matter, it applies to every other situation too. It is unpredictable, it is unforeseeable, just like weather forecast. Anything can happen, be it good or bad.

Life lesson #001:
(I'll keep it within myself.)

The depth.

I would say, this post is a creation of abruptness. Merely a surging urge to submit an entry. Following this, I would head to bed in hopes of catching an early night.

My brain isn't exactly at its brightest moment now so my many thoughts are practically quite cloudy now. I don't even know where to begin. With every passing second along with every bat of my eye, different thoughts are flashing across my head.

Despite being dozy now, I am positively sure that the instant I plonk myself onto my bed, the daily routine of tossing and turning would commence. It is difficult to settle in and disconnect from my train of thoughts. My mind isn't in a soporific state for me to slip into slumber with a snap of fingers. This has been continuing sporadically since days days back.
PERCHANCE I NEED MY COUGH SYRUP.

Deep down under.

Screw facebook. Whatever.

True love = Everlasting love?
Everlasting love = True love?

When the going gets tough, the tough gets going.
This time, I am exceptionally worried about dearest. But I am most certain that he'll be tough enough to get through whatever may comes.
Speech of strength :)


Things have got to get better somehow, someday. Someday.

Smitten.

I had a dream about the most beautiful thing ever.

Honour.

I promised a post, so here it is.

The night before, I clocked two whole hours of tossing and turning on bed which utterly frustrated me. I miss those days when I instantly slip into slumber the moment I throw myself right onto my bed. But then again, those times are the days when I would be deprived of my beauty sleep.

Anyhow, I woke up even before my alarm could interrupt. By alarm, I mean my automatic, electronic, robotic phone alarm, and not my personal alarm call.

0520, thereabout.

Casually and delicately, I walked out to my balcony and the sight I caught was definitely one of the most beautiful skies I have ever seen with my naked eye. The curvature of the crescent moon was shaped into a perfect arc. I love crescents above all. Considering that this is Singapore, a crescent moon with a couple of glistening stars hanging right above is actually quite a deal. Well, at least to me.

All of us met up at Whitesands few minutes past eight. Nab, Anne and I were there to send Nadz off to be a man, and do the right thing. I have to admit that it was my virgin visit to a not-so-little island called Pulau Tekong.

It was most certainly an eye-opener being exposed to what I would see it as something honourable now. We took the catered bus to SAF Ferry Terminal before boarding what you call a fastcraft. The speed of the boat wasn't anywhere near fast.

Upon arrival, we had to part with Nadz to have a guided tour around School 1, which is at Rocky Hill. Throughout this entire thing, I felt surprisingly nostalgic. Kind of reminded me of those times I have spent at NCC HQ, SISPEC and BMTC at Pasir Laba Camp. Wonderful moments.

When we got back to School 2, we were ushered to the main auditorium where Nadz and other recruits were. Watching the video they played on screen made me felt like I was back in Spec Course. Memories oh memories.

Thereafter, the Muslim recruits were led to a separate auditorium for some briefing, so as their parents, we had to tag along. After which came the sad but inevitable moment where we had to bid farewell to Nadz. Please understand that I don't wish to elaborate any further.

We left Tekong for mainland, and we met Farhan at Whitesands.
FINALLY, I had my Alfredo at Coffee Club.

We headed to Tampines to catch The Time Traveler's Wife. Dearest managed to stay awake throughout the whole movie. Haha :)


(The many things in my mind.)

Hollow.

Jean promises to publish a decent post about 14 September.

Soft cotton tearing.

I feel it now. I am feeling it again.

Bone dry.

Just clocked in four hours. One-third revolution round the clock.

JUST HOW LONG MORE?!
My patience is thinning.
My patience is running dry.

Battle the battle.

For the superficial sake of killing time, I am actually trying to get down to brief writing. Why the need for that? Well, I am sure we all know that TP's website can irritate the faeces out of us at crucial moments such as CHECKING OF RESULTS.

Since I am not particularly a TP-activities-oriented student, I didn't register for the text service, or whatever you would love to call.
Hence, the agony of waiting.

I'll just let it be a test of my very limited patience. Let's see how far it can actually stretch. Besides, it's not as though throwing my tantrums would make the system run any faster. My patience has just clocked two whole hours and I am proud to announce its continuance.


Acceding to Sally's humble request, I'll make this a long post. Hahaha.

Long..

Loong..

Looong..

Loooong..

Looooong..

Loooooong..

Looooooong..

Loooooooong..

Looooooooong..

Loooooooooong..

Pretty satisfying, no? What's definitely a notch more gratifying was the apple strudel I had. It will be a pity should I finish the whole piece all at once. So I kept the other half in the refrigerator and I shall savour every bit of it. But in honest frank truth, no strudel beats Ritz's.

Anyways, if you happened to swing by Anne's blog, you would know I was out shopping with her. Chew Anne Marie, I didn't buy many things, mind you. I have so so so sooo so so so so many things I want to buy, me thinks. Sure there are, but I can't find them! How upsetting.

Long enough, right?
So off I go :D

None of it.

Too much negativity.


Yesterday was dearest's POP. Funny how time flew. I am extremely proud of him, and he knows that.

I was very much amazed that my dad actually granted me to leave the house at 2200.
Jean: Daddy, I am going out.
Daddy: Oh, going out now uh.

So dearest came to pick me up at 2200, thereabout. We headed to airport since I wanted to have some ice cream at Swensen's.

Then we headed to Changi Village since dearest wanted to pack some food home for his family.


I updated :D