Post JC nerves

I've seen a whole family on one bike, have you?

3 weeks and I'll find out whether I am enrolled in SA or AC or NY or even Mass Communication in Ngee Ann.
Have heard dreadful things about swim PE in ACJC and how one must show her pad filled with blood or will be made to swim.
So I'm so determined to maintain my weight at 38 or at least exercise 3 times this week.
So determined to loose couple of pounds and have nice legs so that it won't be as embarrassing as I foresee it to be.


Last words from http://johnmayer.com/blog .

Tragic, John Mayer's blog is a dead fish and I hate the tabloids for that. Anyway, I wonder what DD is doing now, probably sleeping or crying her eyes out. Both of which are very like her. Or maybe she has changed and maybe she's currently choosing a dog to replace the Singaporean Wendy, Oh poor Wendy, You will never grow old!



Why So Ogre, Anna?

I read this book by Alain de Bottom, On Seeing and Noticing. He's really amazing and very funny
One of my favourites; On Single Men.
" There are no greater Romantics than those who don't have anyone to be romantic with."

We daydream about the beautiful lady sitting right across us on the bus, holding nothing but a story book and a bus ticket. As she flips open her story book, you picture the ideal future and the beautiful things that you would buy for her, if you had a million bucks, on the first date. When she starts biting her nails, you realise how such a bad habit can actually be so endearing and unbearably adorable, this just adds to the list of things-you-love. The judgment you have of her is from the noticing and scrutinizing of only a mere 15 minutes. She flips to the next page and you already have in mind the kind of dress she would wear to the park. She flips to the next page and you have a picture of the engaging conversations and love making you will have. She presses the bus bell and you can hear the wedding bells. The selflessness you have in you for that lady could only be shared with the thought of her and never the real thing. The selflessness you wish you really have as you look at the empty seat with the bus ticket.