in another 2 hours time, my parents would be back. and then some 24 hours later, jerry would be well on his way. and then, fur should be preparing for her holiday. and then i wont get to see my friends for an entire month. and then i will be so happy. and then it will get very upsetting.

poo. talking about being upset, i'm oddly frustrated at my own reaction. comparison has un-surprisingly urged me to draw out from unnecessary torment. struggle goes wasted. i want to get my life back.

i actually wanted to extend my trip to the 6th but i thought i wanted to be back to see how excited yuan can get, telling me, 'jerry, do you know what day is this!?'

i'm mostly done with both of the designs, so i'm wondering if it's neccessary to come up with the third one. i was just thinking, actually i dont adore designing at all. it's, sad to say, boring. whats great's being able to create things as and when the needs come, be it to please yourself or someone else. nothing else more than that.

whoopee-doo. old bean went golf-ing.

tsk. i wonder who i can get to go with me on my camera hunt. any photography addicts around here?

anddd, why only on me?

before i dive in to the 8 weeks of shopping madness along with everyone else, i better budget right. am not exactly excited about this on-going great singapore sales, until fur reminded me that buying electronics' a huge bargain at the moment. THANKS! hee hee. DSLR pops into the picture again.

mom just called. oh well, actually no. she sms-ed. i called back. yea, so it makes i the one who called. blar blar blar. i'm doing much pretty well, on my own.

alright. work's fine without afternoon's bad headache. i'm still playing around with my first design. the second one's bumming around somewhere already.

got to give tomorrow's concert a miss. sigh, i am half disappointed.

habits can be changed.

here's my make-up. an overwhelming 32.3% of body fats, i already knew that figure thereabout cant escape. but the overall 73 points still place me at the good category.

it's not as if i am already not disgusted enough at how sales orientated they truely are; it's in their bones i tell you. they bite on the point that X has some posture problem and refuse to let go. what wonders can 8 hours do to posturing seriously.

and i have to thank the stars that i only need some cardiovascular training; i've no bad posture, i'm not obese, they had NOTHING to chew me inside out. though he tried me, but it's too ridiculous to pay to engage big bulky guys who grew their muscles mostly on protein tablets. before they can convince me, let's see if they can do without the pills themselves first.

fitness stuff aside. i do have more to life than getting annoyed by those people, who maybe really only wanted to make the better of me.
i will walk around the idea, but not into it.

da vinci code is again, disturbing. i guess i'm only good enough for things like over the hedge, but i ultimately chose watching something with a more serious theme over animations. apparently, i am still clueless about the take-offs of several scenes. just by watching the movie itself, i find the story rather senseless, apart from the things that deal directly with da vinci himself, who i was never quite a fan of, but i will grade it as that until ive read the book myself.

9 more days left. i know i will do just fine.

parents gone. just that like. simple as that. gone without me. for 10 days.
i had to stay behind. at home. in this stupid. empty. apartment. listening to some really sad songs. thinking of how to live alone. for 10 days.

just came back from the indoor stadium after 1 good hour of giggling like a crazy fan of 5566. sometimes you dont exactly need to be a fan of any individuals to get super high at concerts.

tomorrow i'll get to know my body inside out. and some guy will also get to know my body inside out. eeeyer.

before i forget, i still have a BIG project to think over the weekend. the BIGGEST i've ever done. i just hope my designs get through.

opportunities come bang bang bang. grab them ALL.

the punching kicking imaginery opponent soaked us through and through. bodycombat's not much different from kickboxing actually lar. the only difference's in the frequency of the hoo hoo haa hees.

X was saying how the guys at california are actually not bad looking. and, i wouldnt disagree with her for that. i wouldnt be paying a thousand over if there aint such good incentives right?

alright, talking about the thousand over, i JUST spoke to mom about it
since i have to get her signature
since i'm goodie goodie under 21.

AND HAHAAHA!
i saw LOTS of no-big-deals in her expression.

well actually,
what she pays for my ONE session of ONE hour of violin > what i pay for my fitness package one entire MONTH.
definitely a no big deal to her. even more since i'm not asking her to pay for it.

anyway that aside,
if whatever she has ordered from US doesnt get through, i wont get to go hongkong because i'll have to stay behind to help her settle it. i wouldnt mind not going. now you see no-big-deals written all over MY face.

CONGRATULATIONS! for winning the most beautiful mom award (:

not much to note today except for the above. thats one nasty weight off fur's. and congratulations to i myself for climbing out of my pit-holes.



tsk.
take your weapons, go back to war.

i hear a million thoughts buzzing in my head. my heart's heavy and my pulse races and skips. the sight of food irks me even on my empty stomach. i have had diarrhoea in the morning, and petty problems falling asleep for 3 consecutive nights already. i sense tremendous bouts of pressure though there's nothing much to commit at this juncture. sometimes i just wish i knew whats' wrong.

i cant wait to pull myself up and out.

i wrecked my legs yesterday. and so did the BIG wave wrecked poseidon. they should give it a NC-16, it's so
tramuatizing.

i'm upset. i want to know why too.

right, i already saw this one coming. zillion seconds ago. since the time my decision was sealed with a few clicks of the squeakies. i still have the registration window open, but i'm uncertain if i'm up for the hello-i'm yuan-and-you are? day yet. it makes more sense doesnt it, to step out of comfort zone given this chance, since i wouldnt be able to run away from it eventually anyway. urgh, but still, the idea is digusting

Dear Yang Yuan,

Thank you for registering for the event.

We are looking forward to seeing you!

Best Regards,
BBA Office
NUS Business School

okay. i just did. put myself together. insanely. i am going for the freshmen's welcome tea session on my own.
Argh. what the hell. new faces wont bite me.

there's barely light from the window. all i hear's the whizzing of my own fan and perhaps the honks from the last vehicle. i just back from supper, and a concert worthy of my 10 bucks. we'd had the best seats for the show, pity you didnt go.

a lot of things' going to change 45 days from now.

nailed my tens on 2 c-discs, and my digits on 'lac-xation'. days come and go, lost count of those lucky ones. i ordered in woo-good-looking-peppered-chicken today. old bean asked, 'where's the curly ones?', and he took the curliest one. 'it's chewy', he said. only old bean is this descriptive. for two consecutive days he gave me his car keys, once we were playing fetch and second i wanted the papers for my own reads.

i've got clusters of things to do over this long weekend ahead. looks like it's quite hard to squeeze in a bit more. shake shake shakira shake shake.

the late nights make think. of future lost in time. and the silence, reminds of the lonely lonely us.

in love with

the sense of security. and you for loving.

two index fingers down. wounded with deep cuts. eight more fingers left standing.
i cant fiddle this week. i work so well with scissors, i can even cut my own flesh with it.

all because i was working on that DAMNED school's carrier bag.

i have to a list to do later. the ropes, the violin and the laundry. and guess what, my room is still in a huge mess. i have commitments, commitments, commitments, just like an other young adults. i'm burning with enthusiasm, i have no complaints, i have SO MUCH more i want to do in my life. the ticking of the clock gets so freaky sometimes, i'm like a quarter through already. and i havent really lived.

had a bit of time, very extravagant already, to catch 2 films on the weekends. the art of seduction and mission impossible 3. i'll leave the evaluation to the critics. over the hedge it shall be, really soon.

when you start to live life, you value the every second life brings. it's amazing. i've got to run again!

we rest

to recharge ourselves.

this man is screaming on top of his lungs, trying so hard to emphasize his point. we all got his point, very loud, and very repetitive, but WE ALL got his point. but none of us' going to take action, just as much as he speaks of highly effective communication. he shuts people, and so does he shuts ears.

it's about struggle for my own rights. once in awhile, i find myself SO looking forward to the june 28th. i need an energy boost.

to note, violin would be brought forward in the evening so i can get a bit of my deserved rest. christopher reads all the telling signs right. this mutual thing takes time.

pinchas zukerman live! on the 24th, and so if i want good seats i have to come up with good money. it will be a night of bach, brahms, schubert, so even if i have to pay a bomb, it would still be a kill.

mayday's over. just like that. time passes by fast, when the days are so very occupied.