gone, gone, gone

If there is one thing I am ultimately grateful for, is the fact that the horrible kink and ache in my neck is gone. GONE I tell you. Been calling em' PE teachers again to settle the roadshow nonsense. Mayhaps we should have done this earlier because their schedules are all out and booked. Major buggers.

Have been talking to a lot of old friends online as well as of late. Ok, maybe one old friend who used to be the drum major for the college's symphonic band. The guy's tall, like really tall and now he's a pilot and is finishing up his training in the States. Haha. It struck me last night how fast time flies and how in two months and 23 days I'll turn 22. I'll be looking back on all the things I did when I was 21, the things I did which led me here. Memories, though sweet, can be undeniably bitter and harsh at the same time. Someday when I have enough courage and maturity, I'll write it down somewhere and cringe for every mistake and sheer utter stupidity I've committed. Yet at the same time, I'll smile and remember all sweet and significant moments which remind me why this life, though inexplicably fucked up at times, is worth living and staying alive for.




Hello Mr Gamer, I know you're reading this. Your peekchure is here! METRO!

There's something seriously wrong with my phone. I can't bluetooth and when I want to transfer over songs, it tells me that the picture's copyrighted. No shit, to me and I wanna transfer it damn it!

I'm not tired, I'm just supremely sleepy. Sunday. I'm just waiting for Sunday or Saturday night. To crash. And sleep and for a change, wake up late. And alighting at Little India as compared to Dhoby Ghaut is a definitely shorter walk to work. And I can leave the house later too. At most I reach work 10 minutes after 10. Not bad eh?