everything was last minute, but im 100% glad i went, and that i managed to convince my folks, because, if anything, i've grown LOTS, lots, lots closer to my rag chums. it was fantastic, those days. i'd miss wayne doing push-ups, shazzy screaming in delight/horror, mc giving me 'the eye' durinng beach volleyball, hong jin talking about his love for the sea, sopphia yelping 'share market', michael saying i never 'done rag before', addy and her 'a-pe jer~', joshua and his views on random things while we burn time talking on long bus rides...
im entirely glad. and its all cause of mr GUI MING WAYNE, no, its not 'gui ming' its MING WAYNE. his father decided to give him a special name and chinese 'ming hui' isnt good enough he has to come up with 'ming wayne'. special enough, for a dude like him! frmph. *smirk*
and happy 22 to ADELINE CHOO LI MIN ADDY! our big mother and sister.
=) it was fantastic to get to know her on the trip, and she was taking care of us, and me, the whole time, with insect repellent, titbits, drinks, sunblock, lame jokes,... and throughout my lousy display of sportswoman volleyball skills she was positively reinforcing my actions so much i felt like a mouse pressing the level for pellets! pardon my psych. chapter 5 conditioning is my favourite. skinner is your friend, ha-ha [thats the dictionary-correct spelling of haha]
it was kind of weird, cause we were cracking horny jokes during the trip, but i suppose thats what you get when you have us crazy raggers, plus a self-proclaimed 'super horny, not just horny' hong jin, mc, the 'good christian girl' wannabe', push-up mr gui ming wayne and shrieking shazzy.
its all 24-7 from here.
goodbye to my freedom. but im not really sad about it.
when you have a bunch of friends, who have and are willing to go through fire and endure hardships together with you,
what else matters?
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all i can say is, i think we have very bad telepathy.
sometimes i have those girly imaginations about being able to read each other's thoughts when our phone battery dies or something but i realise these kind of things dont really work out in real life...
so when he came, looking worried, and his shirt all wet with pespiration, i felt bad that i didnt wait longer but loitered around and believed whole-heartedly on the depend-ability of modern technology.
but we looked just as relieved to find each other.
it was a good time.
i cant remember not having a good time, together.
when i pressed the bell and said,
this is my stop,
and his face fell,
and he said,
'huh, so fast?'
i wish the bus ride on 56 could last forever.
sometimes,
like when he laughs,
or when i get patted on the head,
i feel like im such a kid,
and that 2 years is such a big distance i cant fathom what its like to be on the other side.
sometimes i get really confused.
its the mixed messages we send out, its those small things, those little comments, those insignificant smses of concern, the looks that dont last a second...
but things shouldn't be.
at least... maybe not now.
but i wouldn't say i dont like how things are now.
i'll just take things one step at a time, and in my stride....
micro-managing kills too many brain cells.
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a message from wife:
(=^^=) glad tt u're excited.
just think carefully again.
it's alright to back out as long as you haven't shave.
No matter what your decision is, remember
not to regret! If you decide not to shave, u can
still shave another day. If u decide to,
your hair will still grow back within
1/2 a year. So actually also no need to think
too hard. I'll support you regardless of your decision!
Rest well i'll see you tmr (=^^=)
with a wife like this,
sometimes i think,
who needs a husband?
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before going skinhead,
all in the name of charity, but more for self-fulfillment,
i just wanted to ask,
would you still love me,
without my locks?
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