I've got my sight set on you, And I'm ready to aim, I have a heart that will, Never be tamed, I knew you were something special When you spoke my name, Now, I can't wait to see you again
I've got a way of knowing, When something is right, I feel like I must have known you, In another life, Cause I felt this deep connection, When you looked in my eyes, And I can't wait to see you again,
The last time I freaked out, I just kept looking down, I st-st-stuttered when You asked me what I'm thinkin' bout Felt like I couldn't breathe You asked what`s wrong with me My best friend Lesli said "Oh she's just being Miley"
The next time we hang out, I will redeem myself My heart it can rest till then, Whoa whoa I, I can't wait to see you again,
I got this crazy feeling Deep inside when you called and ask to see me Tomorrow night, I'm not a mind reader, But I'm reading the signs That you can't wait to see me again
The last time I freaked out, I just kept looking down, I st-st-stuttered when You asked me what I'm thinkin' bout Felt like I couldn't breath You asked what`s wrong with me My best friend Lesli said "Oh she's just being Miley"
The next time we hang out, I will redeem myself My heart can rest till then, Whoa whoa I, I can't wait to see you again,
I've got my sight set on you, And I'm ready to aim,
The last time I freaked out, I just kept looking down, I st-st-stuttered when You asked me what I'm thinkin' bout Felt like I couldn't breathe You asked what`s wrong with me My best friend Lesli said, "Oh she's just being Miley"
The next time we hang out, I will redeem myself My heart can rest till then, Whoa whoa I, I can't wait to see you again, Whoa whoa I, I can't wait to see you again.
Miley Cyrus has vocals way beyond her age. The way she sings this song is just so.. mature. Haha.
Oh dang. I just felt a tremor. Wonder where the earthquake's happening this time. Hope its not serious.
Anyway the "Going Paperless" Bizarro comic strip in The Sunday Times is pretty damn funny. Haha.
Alone in darkness at 4:30 PM
Sunday, February 24, 2008
2 weekends, 14 hours, $35 and countless times of capsizing later, I now have a 1-Star Kayaking Certificate! Yay!
P.S. The capsizing process involves, - Saying "Damn", half of the word where upon leaving your mouth gets drowned out by seawater. - Getting your hair all wet and dirty. - Drinking mouthfuls of salty and disgusting seawater. - Getting that irritating sting up your nostrils. - Dragging your heavy water-filled boat all the way back to shore. - Emptying your boat of all the water. - Preparing everything, setting out to sea again. - And of course the imminent laughing at by your coursemates.
And in the case of an intentional capsize to stimulate the rescue drill, - you also get free cramps all over your body due to,the strain from trying to drag your heavy, water-filled Kayak onto the 2 rescuers' kayaks, balancing almost horizontal with your 2 legs on one of the kayaks in the process. - and also disturbing pain in the groin area from the heavy duty sliding up the kayaks stern in an attempt to get into your now-cleared cockpit. - and not forgetting of course the high chance of the now unintentional re-capsizing in the process of doing the rescue drill, upon which the entire rescue drill is to be re-enacted.
P.P.S. Not I love you lahh. -_-"
P.P.P.S. Oh god. I think I just burnt my new layer of skin. Dang.
P.P.P.P.S. I hate fibreglass! They make my hand sting.
P.P.P.P.P.S. Now I look like I have black stockings on. LOL.
Alone in darkness at 7:29 PM
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
The usual boring mass dance, cheering sessions and various talks, a part of Orientation. That I can understand.
But stars folding and message writing sessions? Wtf.
Besides, whats the use of having an orientation if your OG is practically the people whom you already know from your CGs?
Alone in darkness at 1:29 PM
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
MIKE. Today was cool. Well, at least in the sense that I havent felt so carefree since the times of the "Post-OP" era. School ended as soon as it started, literally, today. We were practically released as soon as assembly ended. Went to Tampines Mall Golden Village to watch "P.S. I Love you." with Gorden, Yu Xian, Qi Xuan, Guang Heng, Lance and half of Luo Wei. Oh wait, I dont think you can do it this way.
Okay baleh. I watched the 1st half of the movie with the gang and then the 2nd half without Luo Wei. Why? Cause she had to rush off to meet her SAJC friend at, "HA!", listen to this, 12:34:56 PM! Isnt it cool? Well, guess not. Oh yes, there were also these 2 friends of Yu Xian's who were practically sitting with us. So, to not sound so pathetic, there were a total of 9 who were there. Hmm, on 2nd thought, they looked like a couple so I guess we were sorta intruding into their private "Movies & Popcorns" session. Oops.
Lunch followed after the not so engaging "P.S. I Love You.". And TADA! Gorden, Yu Xian, Lance and I decided to go back and watch Jumper. So we proceeded back to Golden Village, bypassing the main entrance in the process and entering by the back door. So now, we have a complete movie ticket to boast about! WOW.
So here I am, $12 poorer and many hours later, having accomplished absolutely nothing. This is like so cool. And what the, on a totally no-link issue, GORDEN you still havent given me my Mortal's letter you Who.
OKAY! Anyways, I seem to be digressing alot lately. I havent even reached the most important part of today's post and already I dont feel like blogging.
I've been having this same recurring dream over and over again lately. And its been quite disturbing to say the least. And so, in an attempt to make peace with my subconciousness, I have broken up parts of the dream and analysed them. After much thought and application of the recurring sequence concept, I realise that every part of my dream is related to something that has happened to me in real life recently. And because I have much time due to my living in self-denial of O2, I shall break up the parts of my dream and attempt to explain the unexplainable. And this is how the dream goes.
Dream:
1. It always begins with me watching a soccer match. Not those telecasted ones, as in a real live match.
2. And the pitch is exactly like the artificial one at east coast.
3. I was standing at the edge with other fans, supporting TJ.
4. The opponent was some underground triad. I can vaguely remember the triad boss, complete with gold chains, unbuttoned shirt and body guards, sitting on an armchair on the opposite side of the pitch. Then the triad team concedes a penalty and all of a sudden the triad boss gets so pissed he stands up and shoots at everyone. His surbodinates follow up on the massacre.
5. I then turn around and all of a sudden I see the view of my living room complete with all the mayhem and bullets still whizzing pass my head. I see my room door complete with bullet holes and for a second was so tempted to go in and lie on the bed, then i remember i was still being shot at. I then got on my stomach and attempted to do something no one else could do. Escape, cause I had the house key and they didnt.
6. I crawled out the gate and proceeded down to the void deck and before I realised it, had arrived at the place where i normally played soccer. Except now there was a dimsum shop in its place. I went inside and sat down with some friends and ordered some dimsum to eat.
Explanation:
1. I watch soccer all the time, so I guess its only normal to dream about it?
2. I've been wanting to go back there to play since school started.
3. I guess this is some form of subconcious self-consolation for not attending soccer trainings. LOL.
4. I just watched "Ah Long Pte Ltd" recently. Shit.
5. No idea what this was about.
6. Guess soccer was always the way I escaped from reality? And I love dimsum. Haha.
AND that was as far as logical explanation got me.
Warning: The Remainder Of The Dream Makes No Sense.
As I set there finishing my last siumai, I lift my head only to realise that everyone else is gone except for me and this lady whom I somehow recognise to be the girlfriend of the triad boss.
She's damn chio, and the place is now lit only by eerie-looking candles.
The triad boss's girlfriend who sat cross-legged facing a mirror and was combing her hair, suddenly puts down her comb and takes out a letter. She reads very softly, "On the 26 of February 18-something-something, Magaret was brutally murdered for no reason.".
I then stared open-mouthed, siumai rolling out onto the table in the process.
I stood up, and the triad boss girlfriend also stood up.
I turned to face her, and she also turned to face me.
She grinned at me, but I didnt grin back.
I was shocked. And somehow realised that this triad boss's girlfriend was possesed by the ghost of this magaret who wanted me dead. I then turned and started running like nobody's business, and realised I had entered a shopping mall. I glanced back to see that the magaret-ghost-possessed-triad-boss's-girlfriend had proceeded to take out a parang.
As I turned back to see where I was heading, I slammed straight into a glass door.
And at this point, I wake up and find myself breathing heavily nonetheless, still recovering from the shock of the nightmare.
Dang. Whats wrong with me.
Alone in darkness at 7:45 PM
Doomsday
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