I really like my sailing class. And I really like sailing. We'll have to go back for a make-up lesson because of the storm today. It is really ironic how post-storm there is barely any wind. Like nature leaves you to deal with the devastation in silence. Sudden silence.
I visited the www.one.org website, hence the banner on the right :) Go support them.
Trying to teach myself the guitar, but my brother must have brought it to camp, was hoping to kope it tonight to practice. Soon I'll be playing all those songs on my playlist that've been keeping me company during stranded moments, and long train rides. YEAH.
Think I should go and sleep now. I am going to watch Madagascar tmr.
I like to move it, move it!

I am in love with my playlist. I think it's gonna be my playlist for another few weeks or so. It seems like ages has passed since I last blogged, perhaps cos I feel like I've done enough pondering, enough contemplating, for about, the next few months.
I am once again, completely addicted to my downloads, just recently watched the OC's finale, and Gilmore Girls' finale, unintentionally. Didn't realise that by skipping two episodes I'd be plunging myself into a storyline that's completely unexpected. I think I'm too involved. When downloads begin to affect your mood, and actually make you start relating to the characters, there is definitely something wrong. Falling back into my jc addictions.

"Love of the Loveless"- The Eels.

I asked for this. I put myself into this situation such that I'd make a decision not because I was forced into it, not because I had no other choice. I just need to find some form of confirmation within myself, and justification. And then I'll be able to commit fully, put everything behind me, and look upon this whole uni application process as one crazy growing up stage. It's definitely got its downs, but hey, that just made the ups more worth it. Jumping on beds kinda worth it.
Its just reassuring to know that a future awaits me. So is it in America or right here at home in Med.
Oh baby oh. I know that no matter what people tell me, in the end, this is a decision I have to make by myself, because I need to be able to have full responsibility for what I decide. It's just my way of doing something to make sure I never put myself in a position to regret. Never to regret. And when you allow yourself to dream, that's when you create the craziest urges, backed by nothing but a gut feel.

And as it tells its sorry tale
In harrowing detail
It's hollowness will haunt you.

Guess what?
I'm now the neighbourhood helper. Well, not really. Just a cat-feeder. from Sunday to Tuesday. Cool huh? So I've just gone over to check out Basil, the cat, and Dominic the 20-month old "baby" who'll need baby-sitting occasionally. He looks pretty cute (both).
Anyway, the reason I'm blogging is so that I can make a list of things that I've gotta do, for Basil, for those 3 days.
1. Feed him in the morning- dry food plus the can food that's kept in the fridge once opened. Apparently I can leave the food out, just behind the backgate, cos Basil is a day-time street roamer.
2. Feed him in the night - same kinda food, just that it's placed in his room. (yes, he has a room.) And I'm supposed to close his room door at night, cos he's not supposed to roam the neighbourhood at night. Maybe he has partial night-blindness.
3. Maintain his litter box, which is surprisingly really hygienic. He's like almost human.
4. Close the glass door as I lock the front gate.
Sounds easy. I bet I'm gonna feel like a robber though, entering the house once it's all dark. Alrights, i'm off to meet foong at orchard. Run run run run!

have you ever felt so contented you feel like nothing could possibly ever go wrong?
let's hope the moment lasts, and i dont oversleep tmr before sailing. another sarcastic "early" comment from dharma would take a much more embarrassing hit and kill the joke completely.
to a blissful sleep that i hope you have too, and a fantastic remaining weekend.
contented.

ack.
a week ago i was dreaming of all the things i couldn't wait to do when i'd finally acquired the title "lady of leisure" :D, and now things have yet to get moving. only highlight would be, a trial kickboxing lesson which resulted in me being a new member of (believe it or not), amores. yes. here's to a healthier lifestyle. indeed.

and i think i should kick the sleeping late, awakening late habit. oh well. tmr's dance night. should be fun.

the best aftertaste is when you know that you're being true to yourself. sincerity is something that you can sense, something that radiates out from your tone your eyes your body language. which is why, sometimes its so easy to tell a plastic poser from a person who doesnt bother to hide who he really is. and that's when you realise that its so easy to love these people no matter what, regardless, even if they're not perfect, because its the imperfections that make them so human that you just cant help but want to hear them out, and protect them from the harsh judgmental eyes of neanderthals.
on a separate note, sailing is an art, a rather ungraceful one initially when you're 1. desperately trying to flop your bobbing fat ass into the cockpit, 2. when you're trying your first tack of the afternoon, and elbows come flying from everywhere, ropes wrap around your legs, and you end up in extremely awkward positions, 3. when your shorts keep sliding down as you run to grab trolleys for fellow sailors. but oh my Gaad when you've got the hang of it, and your sail is full, caught the wind, and you're on a reach completing (almost)pretty figure-of-eight courses, and your boat's keeling cos you're going so fast, but yet, you're in complete control, the sea is your playground, and life seems like its at its best. daryl, sailing is the only sea sport that has ever given me this much of a high. kayaking is a completely different genre of fun. sailing is like a healthier version of what i imagine taking drugs to be, once you've mastered the technique of snorting it.
anyway, i've ended my assignment at rgs, i really love my classes, the satisfaction levels of a people-interactive career is probably what keeps teachers at it. andd i've just changed all the songs on my mp3, completely new playlist which should satisfy my cravings of late. put them into more folders so that it's easier to scroll to specific songs. i like shuffle mode on winamp. pleasant surprises every few minutes.
what is meant to be will be? and please don't tell me perhaps perhaps perhaps!

day of fun in sentosa! pls refer to kamya's blog for details. AND yes, sadly there was a rather embarrassing incident which involved me misjudging the distance at which to leap into the sea, hence falling flat into the sand, left confused, while andee just leaped in ahead of me, oblivious, and kamya n nizam evilly laughed their heads off. okay i agree, it was hilarious to a large extent.
anyway i've realised that i'm rather prone to injury, but fortunately i'm used to it, so i shan't dwell in the supposed unfairness of life. discovered all sorts of scratches and cuts on my left leg when i got home. highlights of the day, making "baywatch rescue" video clips, playing in the water and slacking in a hammock n on the beach. yeahh.
just invigilated 107 for their mother tongue paper. felt like sharing with them the perspective of a senior who's "been there, done that" but then realised, maybe that'll just spoil the route of discovery for them. a year from now they'll realise that exams in sec1 were not important, what mattered was building those friendships that would carry you on, and understanding the purpose of secondary sch education as simply the foundation of sth much more intense yet less broad, in jc.. i wanted to remind them to appreciate the days of science/humanities for maybe in the near future you'll only be able to choose to focus on one. but then, i didnt want to sound like those seniors who used to tell me "enjoy your jc/sec sch life now, make the most of it!" for i know to them, they can barely begin to comprehend what life would be beyond school. neither do they appreciate the small things in their sch life that they take for granted now, or perhaps even detest. maybe i'm just talking about myself, when i used to be that kid.
just two options i'm left considering, nus med or jhu biomed, with or without scholarship it doesnt matter to me anymore. i no longer kid myself to think that i really want an overseas scholarship, for to be honest i rather not be tied down. it's too large a commitment for me to handle right now. and maybe that's just precisely my problem. in life.
i feel like creating worksheets for my students or "fun facts" about math. show them the wonders of the application of math, then maybe they'd love it more. especially since i have zilch to do after merely 90 minutes of invigilation. andd i've got until 1.40pm.
this may day holiday has mildly messed with my internal clock. i keep thinking today's monday.