oh, enjoy life to the hilt

Let’s spell freedommmmm!

WHOOO.
Yes, my 4 modules’ tests have come to an end today.
Shiok or what.

I’m not going to ace for this MST.
I practically lazed through the whole revision and preparation period.
And know what, I’d hoped that I would kana chicken pox for the fact that my class have already had 3 victims with one of them still recuperating at home and missed the whole of MST. When my brother had it a few years ago during our secondary school holidays, I wanted so much to be in the same plight as him that I deliberately stayed close to him throughout. But nah, my immune reaction worked so well that all my efforts went down to the drain.
I wouldn’t want to have it in my old froggy years!
It probably would take longer to recover with the scars less likely to heal better.
TSK.

Anyway, talking about the tests, urgh.
I wouldn’t expect fantastic grades.
I can’t possibly expect much when I’d not put in the equivalent amount of efforts.
And who cares already, the holidays are waving to me!

Oh Ya,

My first ever marathon race!
I joined the 10km category since it was my virgin tryout.

Last year I was there for helpers’ work and I told myself that someday I’m gonna run for it. So it happened that my uncle and cousin were in for it too and we registered.

Though it has been almost one week but the feelings for it are still as vivid as ever.
I like it when all the zharbos regardless of nationalities, races and ages come together to congregate at the starting point.
You see the beaming faces around you and even though you do not know them all, you feel great to be part of them. I was alone, many others too. But being there, running alone or in pairs or groups did not matter anymore.
All in all, you feel like a wholesome.

When the gun fired, I started jogging.
After what seems like a long distance to me, I thought I’d completed 6km without halting. Until another runner went to ask the helper and he said ‘It’s only 4.5km’. I stopped for the first time, took a drink at the drink station, with no banana station in sight. Brisk walk to catch up my breath before jogging again near the flyer. So from then on, I stopped a while & ran a while at intervals when I reckoned my physical was at stake. And finally down to the 2km, you could see more runners walking than running. I was one of the walkers haha. I think its because you’ll tend to loosen more once you see more of them making stoppages. But there was this lady who patted my shoulder, saying faintly ‘Come’on, you can do it. It’s just a bit more’. Her encouragement was pretty much more effective than those helpers holding the Hi5 board shouting and piercing into your ears. So I stepped on my own pedal again and ran akin like how I started it off. Saw a middle-aged lady and spurred her on too.
Till the ‘Finishing Point’ was in sight, I heard some cscc juniors shouting my name. I turned and gave a faint smile before I hurried across the line.
Finally.
My first 10km.

(gosh, i found this unglam photo of mine at the website)

Took the medal over from one of the cscc-ians, feeling so awesome and satisfied. And I think I’ve addicted to the kind of sportsmanship spirit acquired.
I wana relieve it again, no, many more times.
Standard Chartered Marathon 2010, see ya next year!

Damn, I’m so shagged now.
These few days have been a torment.
Gonna hit the sack now before waking up for steamboat with sec sch’s clique later on.
Till then!

ENJOY THE HOLIDAYS.
Last remaining 20days in 2009.

as much as i hate reading the notes, it aint gonna help by complaining.
because everyone is facing the same thing now.
MST.
HWAITING!
all the best.
oh ya, and good luck too.
i need a lot of this.

Coarse languages are acceptable to me.
But this is only when they are spoken modestly.

A short study trip to Mac just now was an eye opener for me.
Wait, I mean ‘ear opener’.

I was seated at a corner seat
This guy (A) who is supposedly in his early twenties came in.
He sat at the table beside me, setting up his laptop.

(After half an hour…)

Another guy (B) who is in his early twenties came in and sat beside him.
They made some gestures and greetings which I couldn’t be bothered.
So, this was how my ear picked up…
The below conversation was a mixture of English, Chinese and Hokkien.

A: Wah lau, load so slow, fuck la.
B: Aye, here wireless cui de la.
A: Eh so what did xxx told you?
B: Fuck sia, xxx didn’t even tell me anything.
A: Huh, what the fuck.
B: Ya lo, fuck him right.
A: So how, nevermind, I show you the website first.
Fuck fuck fuck, I forgot the website already.
Wait I go history.
B: Orh.
A: Neh, you see.
B: So I have to download this file? Where? Fuck up la. So mafan.
A: Aye you dulan for what? Also bobian.
B: Fuck them lo, ask me to do this kind of work.
A: Pls la, I more jialat right what the fuck.
B: Knnb, assholes la them.
A: You got bring thumbdrive not? I save in it.
B: Fuck I never bring.
A: You lanjiao la.

(After 5 minutes…)
Up to this point, I’m so irritated that I quickly packed my bag and went off.
So I understand how they use these coarse words and the way it can naturally blend into their daily conversations.
I really pity them.

Their degree of vulgarities is just too much.
Too overboard that I think most of the peers in their ages are more refined.

A picture speaks a thousand words.

There’s so much to say and so much to feel about.
What matter most is that SP STAR had finally ended,
with so much effort in the planning, organising and actualising into reality.

Now with its closure, I sorta of feel sad and weird.
SP STAR made me know all of you better.
& it will mark another wonderful memory I’ve for CSCC, yet again.

Holding to the brochure and looking at it now,
I do, feel really proud for all of us.

“You know how I feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel?”

xoxo

I hate it when I have to make choices of the same equality in my heart.
Its like the flesh of your front and back palm.
But I know that at the end of the day, a decision still has to be made.
And whichever have been forsaken, I can only tell myself not to look back.
Not to repeat the same kind of impulsiveness and uncertainty.
Because there’s no take 2 in life.
And basically, life, at most of the time, just sucks.
Take it that I’m whining.
I’ll be fine soon.
Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

There’s something about faizal which i feel good looking at him as an audience.
I feel that I can relate to him.
Relate as in I would choose to approach him than tabitha if I ever get to chance upon them.
You would say that tabitha can sing better, but I would like an idol for Singapore whom we can feel closer with.
Maybe that’s one of the reason why kris allen won over adam lambert for American Idol.

Anyway, no point saying this now because faizal has been eliminated this week.
And he pulled it off really well when the result was out.
When singing farewell song “I’m Yours”, his smiles and vocals revealed a great deal of his gentlemanly demeanour.

It reminded me that he sang it once during his contest before, as a dedication to his god-mom.
Ignore Ken’s comments.
He’s a spoiler.

I think its too much of an aura for a seventeen years old boy.
Blown away.

“You’ll not know how far you can achieve in the heights, until you spread your wings and fly”

I see my wings.
I’ve spread it out.
But sometimes they seems to flap so restlessly.
I want to go high up,
to somewhere farer, somewhere bluer.
But each time I do so, the storms come.
And I wait for the sun to come out again.
So that I can continue my soaring.
Above the endless sea, under the vast blue sky.

Keep soaring; no matter how tough it is.
Because you’ve got the wings.

9 Nov 2009, the day I turned 18th.

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Whoever at wherever, using whatever means to wish me, THANKS!

You people marked the most significant moments of my first day.
Not to forget my Lim family too.
We don’t really celebrate birthdays.
Used to, but hardly now.
I don’t mind actually.
3 angpows (papa momsie and bro) and a bowl of mian xian soup is enough.
Its the heart that counts.

18 years.
6570 days.
I can’t imagine those convicts being sentenced to the maximum 24 years.
Not to mention to lifetime imprisonment.

These 18 years would probably be the best phase in my life.
I love being a teenager.
I love being a student.
I love being a learner.
I love being around with my friends.
I love the process of growing up.
Its the best I swear.
I witnessed the tolls I took on, the falls I plunged into;
the courage I took to brace on, the optimism I garnered everytime.
Wonderful.
I’m still kicking alive after a good wholesome of 18years.
This, alone by itself, I’m grateful to God.

I would probably dread the upcoming birthdays.
Self-proclaiming that I’m always 18?
Haha, fat hope.
Alright, let’s think it this way;
every year of ageing means the growing of a wisdom root.
Does it makes you feel better?
Because 365 days is a lot.
We’re learning something each time, even for a nano second.
So I shall embrace the rest of 9 Nov even if I’m stepping into the twenties league.

Edward scoffed at me that I’ll become a nun.
For the fact that I’ve lived through 18 years of singlehood.
Wonderful.
I can stay in the temple for free lodging and save bucks on dressing and grooming up purposes.
They say two is better than one.
Some say one is afterall better than two.
For me, I’m clueless because I’m always being one.
I believe that everything happen for a reason.
When it will happen, it will happen.
I like to stay on like this till God send me one.
A someone special who is worth waiting for.
Wonderful.

Till then!
I’m 18th!
YAY!