ola!
aisyah's back and darker than usual.
baah.
almost black lah please.
stop complaining, said the farmer.
oooh. had 2 camps recently. camps contain nicotine, i swear. they're addictive. and harmful. camps are like stressful to the maxi pads. u sleep at two, the earliest. wake up at 7, the latest. yet we still do it. and ask for more. its like digging our own graves. and lucky for us, the camps are like a few bus stops away from the graveyards. save on the transport costs. but look at us, stubborn heads, like as though there's nothing else in the world to do. when ur wife says, "one is enough", obey her, please. cuz the kids. oh kids. some can be so cute u just wanna kidnap them and bring them home. get that paedophilic thought out of ur head please. paedophiles are SICK. and some kids wont just get on ur nerves, they jump around ur veins, hop from one neuron to another, step on ur blood vessels and capillaries, and there's more to what they can do. ohho. more than u can ever imagine. like auditioning to be part of supernanny. and some of those kids just make u wanna come back for more camps. its that smile u receive from them at the end of every camp, that sincere thank yous and the "best trainer" and other touching slash funny slash sweet comments they give you. wah. melts your heart. and when the bus leaves the campsites, u wave at them goodbye, smiling. but u have 2 contradicting thoughts in ur head while u smile. either cuz u'll probably miss them or that camp is sooooo over and u can finally go home to that soft soft bed of urs and sleep without worrying to wake up to "oh no, one more day to go" thoughts. and not to sleep on some carpark floors or dusty and sandy halls.
aisyah's back and darker than usual.
baah.
almost black lah please.
stop complaining, said the farmer.
oooh. had 2 camps recently. camps contain nicotine, i swear. they're addictive. and harmful. camps are like stressful to the maxi pads. u sleep at two, the earliest. wake up at 7, the latest. yet we still do it. and ask for more. its like digging our own graves. and lucky for us, the camps are like a few bus stops away from the graveyards. save on the transport costs. but look at us, stubborn heads, like as though there's nothing else in the world to do. when ur wife says, "one is enough", obey her, please. cuz the kids. oh kids. some can be so cute u just wanna kidnap them and bring them home. get that paedophilic thought out of ur head please. paedophiles are SICK. and some kids wont just get on ur nerves, they jump around ur veins, hop from one neuron to another, step on ur blood vessels and capillaries, and there's more to what they can do. ohho. more than u can ever imagine. like auditioning to be part of supernanny. and some of those kids just make u wanna come back for more camps. its that smile u receive from them at the end of every camp, that sincere thank yous and the "best trainer" and other touching slash funny slash sweet comments they give you. wah. melts your heart. and when the bus leaves the campsites, u wave at them goodbye, smiling. but u have 2 contradicting thoughts in ur head while u smile. either cuz u'll probably miss them or that camp is sooooo over and u can finally go home to that soft soft bed of urs and sleep without worrying to wake up to "oh no, one more day to go" thoughts. and not to sleep on some carpark floors or dusty and sandy halls.
oh i met a friend the other day and she had to say, "u study so hard and u work as a camp instructor."
OUCH.
oh and im supposed to go for another one of the air force pilot test. this time it'll be 5hrs.
they laughed when i told them i signed up for pilot at rsaf.
when i met some old friends with shaved heads and army uniforms, its like reality whacked me right in the head. we're getting old and time seriously waits for noone.
sigh.
too much of sighing is bad for ur health.
im starting to adopt a freaking bad habit of sleeping when im not supposed to. like u know after u shower when u come back home at night, u pray, u havent unpack ur bags, havent plan what to do the next day, havent set ur alarm clock, then u thought to urself, "okay, 5 mins of lying on the bed." ending up waking up like 5 hrs later, late for school/work/training/what shit u have to do the next early morning. and the following night u do it again even if u told urself u wont do it again.
reason #29485 why i hate myself.
and im supposed to lose like 7kg by march.
and i row like every freaking day.
and the sun is already so freaking hot at 8.30am.
and training starts at 7.30am everyday.
and seriously, i should stop complaining.
ola. pan's lybrinth is weird. watch it if u feel like getting scared and laughing at the same time.
