So finally, I'm twenty. Before you know it, I'd be thirty and suddenly, 29 year-old guys would be considered too young for me. How now?
Was telling some people the other day, about how I refuse to pusing (turn twenty, translated directly and retardedly). I still can't ride a bike, as in bycicle. Neither can I drive. Because I'm useless like that.
I was just apprehensive about the entire day. Didn't make concrete plans... And I was wary... thinking about what happened last year... you can read it here.
And I just felt really fat, even though the scales boasted a lighter me. But come on look at my photos. I have seven YO MOMMA SO FAT jokes directed at myself, in my head, right about now. Maybe it was the pretty but unflattering top. Oh well. What to do. Fat then fat ah, moving on.
I met up with Farah that evening, with plans to catch SIREN. Was spectacular, btw. I loved it. And it felt awesome to have been a part of the process... a really small part (yeah FOH and what not) but still... sitting there, it just hit me; i'm at a place where talent is brewed like wine! The energy was good... the audience left a tad uncomfortable (because of the interaction on stage and off stage) and there was lots of skin. LIKE W-O-W kind of milky skin.
Ok, actually... the whole point of this entry is to talk about this book, that I got :)
And there you go, courtesy of Zoe, Aida, Fara and Jay! My goodness... with friends like these... who needs the one, like seriously! Hahaha. Thank you, for all the effort that went in, for making me laugh so hard, for making me shout in glee when I saw what the book was all about... and moreover, thank you for the ride this past 5 months in school.
And I just felt really fat, even though the scales boasted a lighter me. But come on look at my photos. I have seven YO MOMMA SO FAT jokes directed at myself, in my head, right about now. Maybe it was the pretty but unflattering top. Oh well. What to do. Fat then fat ah, moving on.
I met up with Farah that evening, with plans to catch SIREN. Was spectacular, btw. I loved it. And it felt awesome to have been a part of the process... a really small part (yeah FOH and what not) but still... sitting there, it just hit me; i'm at a place where talent is brewed like wine! The energy was good... the audience left a tad uncomfortable (because of the interaction on stage and off stage) and there was lots of skin. LIKE W-O-W kind of milky skin.
Ok, actually... the whole point of this entry is to talk about this book, that I got :)
And there you go, courtesy of Zoe, Aida, Fara and Jay! My goodness... with friends like these... who needs the one, like seriously! Hahaha. Thank you, for all the effort that went in, for making me laugh so hard, for making me shout in glee when I saw what the book was all about... and moreover, thank you for the ride this past 5 months in school.
You know which one's my favourite? The one of the four of you... the last page. Frikin awesome. I can totally feel love diffusing through the pages. I see physics, chemistry and all that! Yay. It makes me sooo happy.
Ended the night with brownies, just Farah and me alone. And we walked through Arab St... singing, spirits high... night young... head spinning and stomach bloated. Never, ever take 61 back to Bukit Batok from Bugis. ARGH. Cabbed back.
So that was my twentieth. And to think that there was a pre-celebration before this. I am just so touched.
P/S: To Aida and Zoe... you two taught me that there are indeed simple pleasures in life. I'll make it a point to look up at the pretty sky and smile, every single day. And if the sky isn't pretty enough... well there'll be other pretty things along the way that doesn't necessarily have to be displayed in a store!
Ok enough mushiness. This is a super long entry. Enough to last a lifetime of blogging man.
Okay. Gotta quit gushing. Can't figure out why some of the photos are vertical. So weird. Can't seem to rotate them. Blogger screws things up again.
Ended the night with brownies, just Farah and me alone. And we walked through Arab St... singing, spirits high... night young... head spinning and stomach bloated. Never, ever take 61 back to Bukit Batok from Bugis. ARGH. Cabbed back.
So that was my twentieth. And to think that there was a pre-celebration before this. I am just so touched.
Thank you, Allah, for all the blessings. Thank You for reminding me how lucky I am, Thank You for second chances, Thank You for making me fat (because I think I'd be damn arrogant if I were skinny), Thank You for answering my prayers... even though sometimes I don't notice it. Thank You for being patient with me. Thank You for not giving me everything that I want... but instead gave me the strength to carry on, the will to achieve and also the failures... to keep me grounded.
Most of all, Thank You, for bringing people into my life, and for showing me that so many things can still be right... even though there are so many things that are simultaneously wrong.
P/S: To Aida and Zoe... you two taught me that there are indeed simple pleasures in life. I'll make it a point to look up at the pretty sky and smile, every single day. And if the sky isn't pretty enough... well there'll be other pretty things along the way that doesn't necessarily have to be displayed in a store!
Ok enough mushiness. This is a super long entry. Enough to last a lifetime of blogging man.
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