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Tuesday, September 02, 2008
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"She looks at me in the eye and takes my heart out my chest."
So what brings me to blog on a rainy night like this, sitting in AT HOME in the balcony blogging? I Dont really know. Blogging just comes like second nature to me, well apart from riding too. Hah! I'm at home apparently had to clear my off as i had many many and ORD-ing personnels arent supposed to be left with any when they go.
Anyways, when i got home all i did was basically slept the whole of the afternoon. It had been a tiring day yesterday due to the fact that i completed a 24km route march while fasting. Dang! It was quite tough but i had to show to the Muslim recruits that i could do it even and so despite the build up of the crazy drought in my throat and the churning of my gastric juices in my tummy. EEEEEW. Ok, that was uncalled for. Sometimes, being gay happy at random moments just seems fun.
Finally got to break fast with the family for this month's Ramadan. Yesterday no can do cause like i told you, i had the route march thingy. Dad wasnt around, he's at work but the rest were present. Mom cooked fried rice and crispy chicken wings and with the sambal belacan to add to the spice, it was nicee. Really. Nothing beats Mom's cooking like TTLYZ. (And why the hell am i using "mom & dad" as reference to my parents? Step ang moh maybe.)
Sat at the table and had a decent conversation about my mom's day at work yada yada and the topic on why my parents bought this house came about. Its a 5 room executive flat by the way. Nothing fancy though.
Apparently, it was ME who persuaded/convinced my parents to get a new house back then when i was still a lil kid - like still in primary school. Woah! My power of persuaion could actually work wonders. Maybe i should be a business man or something.
Is my bike really like my non-living GF? Or so claimed by Dayana. Yeah, i do care for her. Ride her well. Tuck her when she's going to "bed" at the car park. But hmm... Maybe i really should consider getting a living one too. Dont know la. See first. Life's too complicated at the moment.
Despite the tough exterior, i'm really a shy kind of guy. Really. Maybe its because i'm way too romantic when i think of love. Like writing love letters and baking cookies. Damn cliche i know. I'm old school.
Sheesh.
Like Mercutio,
Bil
So what brings me to blog on a rainy night like this, sitting in AT HOME in the balcony blogging? I Dont really know. Blogging just comes like second nature to me, well apart from riding too. Hah! I'm at home apparently had to clear my off as i had many many and ORD-ing personnels arent supposed to be left with any when they go.
Anyways, when i got home all i did was basically slept the whole of the afternoon. It had been a tiring day yesterday due to the fact that i completed a 24km route march while fasting. Dang! It was quite tough but i had to show to the Muslim recruits that i could do it even and so despite the build up of the crazy drought in my throat and the churning of my gastric juices in my tummy. EEEEEW. Ok, that was uncalled for. Sometimes, being gay happy at random moments just seems fun.
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Finally got to break fast with the family for this month's Ramadan. Yesterday no can do cause like i told you, i had the route march thingy. Dad wasnt around, he's at work but the rest were present. Mom cooked fried rice and crispy chicken wings and with the sambal belacan to add to the spice, it was nicee. Really. Nothing beats Mom's cooking like TTLYZ. (And why the hell am i using "mom & dad" as reference to my parents? Step ang moh maybe.)
Sat at the table and had a decent conversation about my mom's day at work yada yada and the topic on why my parents bought this house came about. Its a 5 room executive flat by the way. Nothing fancy though.
Apparently, it was ME who persuaded/convinced my parents to get a new house back then when i was still a lil kid - like still in primary school. Woah! My power of persuaion could actually work wonders. Maybe i should be a business man or something.
~~~
Is my bike really like my non-living GF? Or so claimed by Dayana. Yeah, i do care for her. Ride her well. Tuck her when she's going to "bed" at the car park. But hmm... Maybe i really should consider getting a living one too. Dont know la. See first. Life's too complicated at the moment.
Despite the tough exterior, i'm really a shy kind of guy. Really. Maybe its because i'm way too romantic when i think of love. Like writing love letters and baking cookies. Damn cliche i know. I'm old school.
Sheesh.
Like Mercutio,
Bil