Godforsaken joint pains are the bane of my existence...well apart from other things anyway. I like to keep my hatred focused on things that are more...concurrent.

Funny, I thought I'd gotten used to being called a loser for choosing what to do in NS. Something still makes my skin crawl when that happens.

I heard tomorrow's city march will be a back-and-forth route along the road near the F1 paddocks. Sounds extremely interesting. I guess that's what we get when not all the roads required can be closed. I heard road closures, for any purpose, really piss people off.

My size is starting to become a rather personal problem. Hypermetabolism is really annoying. The idea of being ridiculously scrawny for the rest of my life is as appealing as eating beetle grubs off a pile of animal entrails.

Long term hatred isn't good. Wonder if I might get heartburn.

Differing views that result in clashes, often more on the personal level than anything else, and putting aside all attachments to other things related, it's hardly surprising how certain things can be so easy to let go of. Then again, letting go is subjective in its own right, and any line drawn is blurry at best.

People and ideas come and go. Enemies of today may be friends tomorrow, and vice versa.

Times change. By the second.

Nothing really seems 'solid' at any given point in time. Is it really that easy to hold on to an attachment? Sometimes we're not given a choice. Sometimes we lose these things either out of our own fault or that of others, but the latter, again, is rather subjective.

In the things we own and hold dear we see ownership. It's quite difficult to see it any other way.

Do people actually realize that what's slipping through their fingers is worth more than they can ever imagine? When all that is gone and the dust has settled on both sides of that blurred line...it pretty much becomes a lot more defined. No crossovers.

How can something built over so many years of sweat, blood and tears be laid to waste with little more than a shrugging of shoulders and a stubborn, caustic denial?

It looks as if everything is losing its soul.

Nobody cares anymore...do they?

Everyone's running away. It's so...disconcerting.

There is medication for illness of health. But there is no medication for death.

Reached home at 5:30am this morning O_O

You know, pimples are like Islamic terrorists (funny, it should rather be the other way round). Whenever one is gotten rid of, another is sure to pop up nearby. What they have in common is that they're almost impossible to completely get rid of, and they're all hell bent on making your life miserable for a cause you will never understand.

Tomorrow's the last day for acceptance for business school. Oh well.

There's some kind of 'drumline' performing for NDP. I spied two snare drums from PY (I thought that kevlar head was exceptionally taut!). Seems they managed to gather a series of marching percussion instruments by borrowing from various secondary schools. Initially I'd thought they were going to be doing something serious, but they turned out to be a bunch of half-past-six kids who pretty much seemed to not know what they were doing. I'll just leave it at that.

To your leeeeeft, to your leeeeeft, to your left right! *annoying, high pitched voices* GIRL GUIDES!

=.="

Another SAF Day rehearsal down...today was full dress for vetting.

Personally I find it a joke that officers, aside from the men, can be dropping flat on their faces on the parade square when not one bandsman has ever fallen out over the entire course of the rehearsals, given the fact that the job we're blessed with is more taxing than theirs. I see bulging biceps and IPPT Gold badges don't have much to show for, eh?

Felt like a CD player today.

I have been brought face to face with the sheer futility of skincare when I realize every time I go on parade the spots from hell just keep coming back.

Passing by City Harvest Church this evening in the bus, I thought of this interesting joke.

Know why they call it City Harvest? You know, they harvest from the city, so the church is like this modernized Town Hall and the little peons go out from it to get gold from believers in the surrounding area. The Town Hall has an aura that adds Spread Influence +100 so the peons can go much further into the map of Singapore than just the surrounding area of the Town Hall, thereby significantly increasing gold income.

City. Harvest.

Warcraft-ified.

I made a little friend today. It was this cute little green hummingbird, of sorts. It managed to land on my bag strap and refuse to let go when I tried to gently pull it off. I did, though, and stroked it a couple of times before it flew off, almost flying right into a fan. Would've been splattered real good if it did.

6 more SAF Day rehearsals. Countless more NDP ones.

Excellent.

I got my acceptance letter from SMU Business. The irony is that there's a good chance I'm turning it down!

Fickle minded as I may be, I've decided to go with engineering as a profession.

Strange dream. Excruciating to wake up from, remembering as how...utterly delicious it had been. Ah, forbidden yearning in its unreachable manifestation. Why did it only hit me now after so long?

Flu bug's gone. Time to go back to work.

Happy birthday, Qi Zheng!! Always brothers, man. We're all always busy, but we've also gotta make time for each other to go out together, especially since you're going to ENLIST soon. ORD LOH! heh heh.

I am now...contactable!

Same number.

I regret to inform you that my handphone was stolen today at the gym. Some lowlife son-of-his-grandfather's-son picked it up after it fell out of my pocket and turned it off after I tried calling it a few times. Honestly now, I pity him more than I do myself! That worthless excuse for mobile communication looks like something someone would use as a reserve for a reserve for a reserve phone!

Alan and I agree that springfielders can be a vengeful, sadistic bunch, and at first I really wished this cheap excuse for a man would die in his sleep tonight, but then again, luck is luck. You win this time, you testicle-deprived worm.

SO IN ESSENCE, please note that I am uncontactable until further notice.

Thank you!