Live like building rockets

All our sweat, blood and tears were gathered together today for a judgement of precision, creativity and durability. Although some didn't go as planned, we all had fun and enjoyed the crazy moments we had with each other. It's not often we can get all the engineering science and health science people together so it was fun. They're always the hyper, noisy ones and we're more to the in-control, mature type. It's insane how people have fun together and almost lose themselves completely. Twas indeed an awesome day. Our rocket was great :).

Theirs is definitely gonna win Most Creative. Lego :)

 Alene, Lina, Pavitra.

Nicest and smartest people around.

 Annisa.

You can hear her from two blocks away. No joke.

 The dude's group.

 F for Farah.

Girliest rocket of the century.

After the whole launching thing ended, seven of us took the bus to Subang Parade. We watched 'You Are the Apple of My Eye', a true story. They read the book and said it's nice. I enjoyed it, I like the ending where it's not what usually happens in any other love story. He said, "I thought I would be sad looking at her on her wedding with another guy. And I was wrong. Truly loving the girl you like is seeing her living really happily." It was kinda stupid though since he and the girl obviously still like each other and I thought her husband was her dad. I don't know. Haha YH was like really pissed when she came out of the cinema. Funny larh.

And we had Swensen's for lunch. Lots of cheese.

When I was younger, mum and dad used to bring us here on Christmas eve to celebrate our birthday. It was so long ago and it's really sad to see its condition now. We were the ONLY patron there this afternoon and the food isn't as good anymore. I dared not even order the ice-cream. We were extremely bloated though.

 Super adventurous people here.

Miss Alene Yong.

After that, guess what. We took the bus to Sunway Pyramid for second round. Lina and JY needed to buy shoes. And dinner, we had Kim Gary. Seriously crazy but it was fun doing things like this. Just enjoying, no books, no pressure. Mum miscalled so many times and when I finally answered, and told her, she actually laughed and said it's okay pampering myself once in a while. ;)

That was one of the best Saturday I had this year. Staying the weekend here isn't so bad after all. But I got water problem, I can't get used to drinking water from the cooler or bottled water. It tastes weird. Very, very weird. That's why I bring water from home every week. Hee.

Omg, that fella did the sweetest thing ever. I was just saying stuffs that day, wasn't that serious or anything and he really wanna get me that as my early birthday present. I thought he wasn't even listening. Haha crazy fella. Damn hilarious XD.

i actually want give surprise

but

i scared u dont want and waste money

so i ask u 1st before buy

huh?

later no money cannot buy d

guess what i want to buy

HAHAHHA

dont say anything about that shit

i know

haha

mylo xyloto!

LOL

really ah

Missile

All the world's a stage,

 And all the men and women merely players

 They have their exits and their entrances

Not going back this week cause of the rocket thingy. I'm gonna have a panic attack. I'm so hungry right now
and every morning, every night, every second. And I daydream too excessively. Just sitting by the lake side
looking at people every day. Seriously gotta do something about it. I can like read one page of chemistry for 
two days and understanding nothing. Sem one is going to come to a closure, finals in less than a month and 
they're rushing to finish the syllables. Panic attack, panic attack. But thinking of the holiday after it..paradise.
Bio lab test tomorrow.. ciao.

Just love

That gloomy morning, he held up his glass so high after finishing his last sip of colourless, tasteless liquid and paused for a moment. The next thing you know, gravity is the only force acting on it. The loud piercing sound of the glass broken on the floor woke the other occupants of the home. In just a split second, everyone still in their PJs hurried out of their bed and gathered around the smartly-dressed man. It was shocking, for one obvious reason, he had never dressed close to neat before all his life in that cold shady home, because he knows, no one was going to visit him anyway so why the trouble. 

For a minute, everyone thought they were in an unknown place and that the person standing in front of their eyes aren't who they thought he was. After over twenty-five silent years, they finally got to hear to a voice so rare, for the very first time. And it was not a greeting nor an apology for how he's been all this while, it was the sound of the most beautiful lines of words in the most drowning melody. It could not be him was the thought that appeared in everyone's clouds above their heads.

This is the story. Twenty-five years ago, he lost the only person he had ever loved so much all his life. He was a young boy, it wasn't him to confront a girl and talk about feelings so he kept mum, years after years. Soon, both of them graduated, he worked in a law firm and she was the most bubbly, kind-hearted nurse in the hospital just two blocks away from where he was working. 

He never once visited her at her work place. You wouldn't believe me if I said they were once very close friends. They were at heart more than friends but everything ended for lack of a better reason, bad timing. One day, she got so fed up with all the ignorance and pretentious smiles she had to fake every single day when she walks past the bistro where he religiously has his lunch without fail, she decided to walk into the bistro. He saw her footstep ended in front of him but he didn't dare to lift up his head. She left a note on the table and walked away. It was the old-age three-letter words. He smiled. What followed next was a nightmare.

What he saw when he ran out of the bistro's door scarred him for life. The love of his life was lying in a pool of blood on the ground, with the left front wheel of a Mustang on her. He never once spoke a word after that.

The end. 

I know the ending sucks but I like it like that. What's the point raising your voice in a court trying to win a case for your client you don't even give a shit until he committed a crime and need someone to clean up his mess for him. What's the point singing when the person you're singing to isn't there to listen to you. What's the point leaving a voice message on her phone when she can't even open it. Why shout your lungs out when it's all too late. 

I'm not trying to point out anything. It just flowed out of my brain to my finger tips to the keyboard :). Today is the best Monday so far. It's sunny out there. And it's time to pack again. Chao.