You.
I've taken the first step on the path of redemption. All it takes now is for Primer 2 to start and I'm off. My hair is going to stay this colour in the near future, until I am no longer under the noses of the lecturers. For that to happen, I'll have to do well, but not exceedingly well.
I have to stop being so shallow.
I suddenly got a lot of things I want. But I dont think I'm going to get them all, or at least all at once. I want a frisbee first of all, and to make the frisbee team in SP.
Next up I want to take up kite flying; with a delta kite. I wanna go to Marina Barrage every week just to relax and fly kites. What a good life that will be.
Last of all I want and need a camera. I want to take pictures of everything and capture all the moments on pixels. And it's also partly because ...
... I want to go for the Bangkok and Malacca trip. But I know chances are slim for the Bangkok trip, because there can only be 10 from year 1, and they are judging by the portfolios, which effectively means I've got a chance slimmer than a DNA strand. I dont want to miss the chance, but a miracle and a Herculean effort will be needed to get in.
Not very long ago, I went back to CCKSS to get my SGC, and visited Mdm Prema in the meantime. She's still as awesome as she was, and I'll be going back for night studies, teaching english. I'm loving it.
I need a new phone, but I only want the Nexus One or the X10, which doesn't come cheap.
Blogged at 5:28 am
Requiescat in pace.
Even though you don't say it, I know that I'm your most adored. Not that I did anything about it. We don't go out for outings, we don't talk much, we don't even sit together at the same dining table. But still, I love you. It's all too late to say these now, but at least, I didn't miss sending you off on your final journey, watching you fade away with your last breath. I forced myself not to shed even a tear; I did it, but I had to hold back a lot. I know you do not want us to cry over your departure, but it's part of accepting what is. I will always miss you.
Love,
Your grandson.
Blogged at 11:54 pm
