Hectic.

Too many things going on in my head. Too many things going on today. Too many things going on this week. I'm not saying that's this is like the worst week ever or anything. But it's an unpleasant week.

Many birthdays are on today, let's start the Birthday Wish List:-

Happy Birthday, ZARA! You're 17, a year till legal! :-D
Happy Birthday, dear Mira!
And Happy Birthday Raqib.

I've got discus tomorrow and long jump on Friday. (Fakes a grin)

Time To Pretend

I finally got my hands on my babiessssss. I mean Cadbury. LOL. Cadbury is currently the (not-so) new drug of mine. I mean, who could live without Cadbury?! (A rhetorical question)

And I'm still not okay with the fact that teachers "judges books by its cover". I got myself into some of the events and now, I'm categorized as the reserve(s) due to my imperfect size. I can't be in shotput because I am "small". That's a huge lie. And, only God knows if I'll be shoved in Long Jump or not because the teacher wants somebody with a small body? Horray? That's just well out of the mind. I bet, the teachers didn't know I was born with some metal bones and brick muscles. (Sigh)

I don't want no scrubs.

The weekdays I'm having are getting weirder and weirder each day. I feel kinky and brainless. I don't even know why on earth I'm typing these words. I just felt like it.

"Feel my wraaaaath!" Said the butcher.

Holy Blog Of Doom, Batman! I just got slapped with a wet salmon (really). I have not updated this since people stopped clapping and Tinkerbell died... You would not believe how much more of a drama I could make that. I hope they bring chocolate!

I am flat out like a lizard drinking with discovering time doesn't stand still, choosing my retirement village, just generally being a Darling to anyone unfortunate to cross my path, my day seems to be a litany of stuff and giggles from the first cockadoodledoo from the rooster to I see my darling's 10000 text messages. I am convinced that I absolutely deserve this after all my hard work. life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get.

I solemnly swear I will update you with my nefarious activities as soon as I get a chance. Promise! I will write more to certain yous; but it might not be you in particular who I write to.

Man, I just love these stuffz!

Mind-lost.

We can't have everything we dreamed for. Or, could we?

If you be my star,
I'll be your sky,
You can hide underneath me and come out at night,
When I turn jet black and you show off your light,
I live to let you shine.

Reminiscing the mint hours.

Under the influence of the crushin' petals in Kew Garden.

I'm not commiting any sins, am I?

Guess what I ran upon during the day trip in Singapore. (Inserts a cheesy grin here.) And you got that right!

The first ever reason to go to Singapore was to get myself a ham radio handy and the request was accomplished. 9W2OMG came home with a Kenwood TH-F7E. (Radio talk-- whack me please.) Spent the rest of the day in VivoCity. Strolled around F21, P&B, River Island, the usual stuffz and took some items home. I must say, some of their items are a steal and the others were just.. y'know, aint good enough.

73! (Figure it out, son.)

Aint this adorable?

Invasion of the devotees.

You know you love me! No, I swear. I aint a self-obsessed.

I have some good news. I passed the freaking Radio Amateur Exam (RAE)! So, 9W2OMG is over here missy! Well, if my luck is there, hopefully I'll be hogging that callsign. If you're wondering what the hell I'm typing here. Please search in encyclopedia or whatevs. Homeworks are piling my table like heck. And and and, I still think that it sucks when the school postponed the sports day till April. Because I'm pretty looking forward to show off my horrid high-jump skillz.