My brother's first cycling race/challenge/competition. He completed it smoothly and thankfully, accident-free. Proud of him :D My little brother zhang da le! ♥I think he's became more of a daredevil now ever since he started road biking. Watched him weave into the traffic at the roundabout at the flyer and I was just stunned. OKAY SUA KU MUCH I KNOW HAHAHAH.
My parents are still quite concerned over his safety tho they're more worried about the chances of him meeting a drunk driver on the road, especially since he cycles at odd hours (4am?!?!).
We went out for breakfast at Little India after that. Mutton soup and naan! Good authentic Indian food though we ate with our hands OMG gross please.
I drove home and struck a kerb. I think my dad is starting to get used to this already??? HAHAHAH. Parking was a problem AGAIN. He expected me to park within the dividers BUT HELLO HE DOESN'T BOTHER DOING IT?
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Sleeping too much these few days. Must have been the aftermath of sleeping at 2am and waking up at 4am on Sunday for my brother's race! D:
I think the lack of sleep gives me that adrenaline rush the next day! KP brought his umbrella to school. It's large and bimbotic. Red umbrella with white stars on it! Annoyed the others with that umbrella LOL cheap thrill!!! I shall make it a point to remind him to bring it when it's raining ^^
EG1413 is quite a pain in the ass danggg. At least we have something concrete now and NO MORE SMOKING RB ANYMORE!!! I swear the last time when we/I presented was scary COS I DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING and my smoking skillz has been negligible all the while. Haha I was reminded of SX's and CY's smoking sessions in class last time. Respect, seriously.
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Learn to block out issues. Good for the soul and mind.
A friend called last night HAHAAH THINKING THAT I NEEDED TO TALK. Funny ah. It was a mere passing comment only :)
For once, I'm sure of the choice that I'm making.
Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain
Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.
When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,
The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.
Sadness is not an option. Physical pain can't even penetrate deep into the heart anymore. Happiness eludes the seeker. It will come eventually. Have faith.
It's probably about time to stop the bad habit and find another way to release the pent up sadness.
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