One, two, three.

It amazes me how some people can keep up with posting entries almost every single day. Evidently, I am not any of the some people. Here I am still sticking to blogger. Like aforementioned way before, I have other accounts too, but I guess nothing beats what feels most familiar to you.

Don't look back.

Time flies.
Look at how things changed.
Peace.

Something about it.

Why do we preserve the good memories when they will all be ruined
one way or another? Time sculpted memories that bent toward
the wonderful side. With more given time, those memories crumbled
into shit.

Sweetest sadness.

What better way to welcome the start of our break with a belated
post to revive this stagnant space? Heading straight out of school
after our final paper. What made me mad was the invigilator who
happened to be the lecturer I walked out on. He thought it was
entertaining to speak to us about sanitary pads. Think again.

It turned out as a date between Cryst and I when the rest bailed out
albeit against their will. We contemplated several ideas but thought
Sentosa would work best. Marina Bay Sands was one of the options,
but I was glad it did not end up our decision.

The sun had long set when we eventually arrived at Sentosa. Just
a penny for my thought, the greetings need to be revised."Have a
nice day" when you are almost done with it?

Cryst was exhilarated upon seeing her globe. Cryst to the globe,
just like toddler to a toy. So we got a couple of pictures out of it and
ventured a little bit before heading to the Beach Station.

We spent no more than two hours on that little island, but it felt
like we reaped enough satisfaction out of it. Cheers to our rather
random escapade!

You know how I always check my mobile phone in the midst of my
sleep. So on Sunday afternoon, I read and replied an unexpected
text forty minutes after receiving it. I kind of hastened myself yet
took my own sweet precious time to prepare.

I ended up meeting Kenneth at five, but at least whilst waiting, he
visited his ex-colleagues at M.A.C. After going out for his smoke,
we walked around Ion aimlessly at a pace relatively slower than
my usual. I wanted to laugh right there and then, but it did not
seem to make any reasonable sense.

Me and my insanely dumb suggestion to get out of town and check
out Marina Bay Sands. That place was such a bore. Well, at the very
least, we got to see the structure with our own eyes.

Kenneth had been craving for shisha pretty much the whole time,
so he called his friend and together, we are the Power Puff Girls.
Nah, we went to Haji Lane to do what a man got to do. Nah, we
went to shisha. One new found friend and everything about her
is nice. Like Kenneth, she was mixed. Hence, the name Aisha Lin :)

It was a pleasant surprise when I found out she lives in Pasir Ris
too. So Kenneth headed home while we chilled at White Sands
McDonald's with Aisha's friend, Shaun. That was how my
supposedly lazy Sunday turned out.

The highlight of Monday had to be the night at Clarke Quay. Amanda
and I had been doing much walking all around, and we decided to
end our day with dinner at Central. We fished our virgin experience
at The Manhattan Fish Market and I venture to say it is a pale
imitation of Fish&Co. Nothing beats the authentic!

A round of drinks before wrapping our day up, and I finally had
my good hours of sleep in the nice weather.

This is my answer.

It makes me wonder how planes are able to fly. I wonder
where are they heading to. I imagine the people inside, I
imagine myself in it too. I think about the black patches on
the moon. I wonder if there are astronauts on it, I wonder
if I can see them. I don't know if you get it, but planes and
the moon make me feel that all hopes are not lost.

Peanut in my nostril.

TRAP AHEAD!
AAAHHH, NOOOOO! AVOID IT!
TOO LATE! I'M TRAPPED! AAAHHHHH!
FUCK THIS HOLY SHIT! I'LL GET HELP! HANG IN THERE!
HOLD UP! THERE IS ONLY ONE OF US! HOW CAN YOU GET HELP?
I.. I AM RIGHT HERE!
YES, YOU ARE. RIGHT IN THE TRAP!
NO, I'M MOST DEFINITELY NOT!
YES, YOU ARE.
I'LL GET HELP!
NOOOOOOOOOO!

You tell me.

What were those months?

Mind out there, out here.

I don't know if anything makes sense now.
I don't know if it makes sense anymore.
My nose has been itching for two days. It is as irksome as you are.

Knock you up.

I knew I was going to feel this way, and you have no idea what am
I referring to. I have my own stuff too.
Ciao.

Tonight.

I have almost forgotten what is it like to look up into the dark
sky every night. But tonight, I was drawn to the balcony to relish
the familiar comfort I used to seek. Then, everything started to
come back to me.

Time.

Time.
Time is everything.
Time is money.
Time is of an asset.
Time is a great healer.
Time heals all wounds.

Now that it's all said and done.

I would love to see that bitch every single day if she really brings me luck.

Rocking back and forth.

I have to post something here to get rid of the stale air even if it is
just a word. But evidently, I have far surpassed my goal. Good for
me, I know.

Goodnight.

I had to do it.

I had a kick dragging Ji Guang's bag on the floor,
from mouth of IT/AS all the way to ITAS. That is
what his sling bag is for, right? You are so going
to hate me for it.

Prick in your throat.

I thought I could do a short post since I am officially a junior. I
mentioned it a couple of times today since it is definitely something
I should blow a horn about albeit we are all juniors from this very
day onwards. As for the freshmen, you will have your slice of the
cake. Just give it a year. By then, whilst you guys are juniors, I
will be bragging my title.

I have been full of grouches, about my timetable, my class
allocation, and typical daily issues like how lethargic or famished I am.
Needless to say, the two latter will never cease to exist for as long
as I am breathing. I am just hoping the formers would gradually
fade flat into the ground.

A brand new academic year, a brand new class, a brand new
care person, a brand new timetable, a brand new mate, and a brand
new project group soon to come. As aforesaid, I am not the least
satisfied with my timetable and class allocation, but many things
have come unpredictable, so I have no choice but to give in to my
present.

As for my brand new mate, we spent some time together at
Chinatown during our extremely long break. In all honesty, I had
fun and at the same time, I discovered similarities in us both. I
doubt anything will go wrong between us.


And, we will begin tomorrow as a Tuesday..

Tomorrow, tomorrow.

School's starting tomorrow.
SCHOOL'S STARTING TOMORROW.

You are not listening.

He should be cloned.

Like the heart, what's that?

So why the return?
So why the memories?
So why the pain?
So why the truth?
So why the attention?
So why the past?
So why the present?
So why the unpredictable future?
So why the misery?
So why the mystery?
So why the feeling?
So why the heart?

Not getting over it.

My bowl of luck dried up when I got back my results, hence my undesirable class allocation.