mon: swam n run in sch. running 4 rds aft swimming is by no means an ez feat. i gotta salute all biathletes out there. its more than juz physical endurance, its also abt having to endure the shorts that threatens to fall off, given the weight of the water it has absorbed. clothes r heavy, socks r wet. its not a v comfortable feeling.


nontheless, it was quite pure fun pushing myself. hearing my own panting. although i admit i swim extremely slow.


tues(angela's bdae): went out wif the doubles. Doubles in the house (yo!) went to watch transformers @vivo, as organised by the bdae gal--angela. aft tt we proceeded wif dinner buffet treat @sakae by wenting, coz she lost her project-50 bet. e ironic thing is tt the bdae gal herself planned the outing. but we had to bring her to take deteours while waiting for the others to all reach, b4 'surprising' her @heerens sakae.

ala-carte table

Buffet table
Buffet table..again

doubles in e house--angela, wenting, theresa n i
yr2s
yr 2s again
wed(brother's bdae): bumped into angela at bbdc..wad a small world. managed to book a last min lesson b4 the test. oh, i didnt tell anyone tt i was taking my driving test coz i'm quite pan tang, hence i juz wanna secretly pass n den tell e rest abt it. maintained composure although i gotta admit it was a freak-show when i realised aft lunch tt i cldnt find my PDL (provisional driving license). Basically, i nd to produce my PDL and my IC for the driving test. Losing it meant i cant take e test.

That moment i was thinking, 'Damn, i'm soooo ready to pass my driving test. Lord, pls let me find it back. i really nd it.' Heng i managed to find it back, thanx to her help. the PDL had actually dropped out of my pocket at the coffee shop, probably when i was taking out my hp.

So i went for my driving test. And i passed, finally. On my 3rd attempt. Praise God, for i had ask Him to place his blessings on me. That i wont waste anymore money on e exorbitant driving lessons. seriously, if i had to choose again, i would have chose to learn as a private candidate. In tiz way, even if i failed my driving 3x, i wouldnt even have came close to the amt spent as a school candidate who passed on her 1st attempt! That's how freaking expensive learning drving frm school cost!

The tester was quite friendly n it did help me alot, esp since i had an extremely bad day the day b4. It was a terrible lesson where i juz basically screwed up, made stupid mistakes which i dont always make. Even my instructor said to me (e day b4), "i'm not trying to put u down, but if u nd to re-take ur driving test e 4th time, try n book at least 3-4 lessons wif me"

The tester asked me when i went into the car, "So..are u ready to get the license?" and i replied, 'yes, sir.' I felt he really calmed me n it kept my composure. He even asked me how i got my scar above the knee, of which i recounted the incident to him. Then he said, 'seems like u didnt really watch out for road hazards huh?' n i said, 'ermm..'

Scraped thru the test. Damn excited when i passed. It was a freaking long journey to come to tiz. Had dinner wif my family n i treated them to BBQ stingray, fried kangkong n BBQ sotong.

Thurs: went back to sch to discuss our Laos trip. had to do some family portrait @ a studio. My brother n i had to lug our heavy graduation gowns down juz to take the pictures. Damn bored esp since its really all a show! Like where to place ur hand, how u shd smile, where ur head shd tilt. they even made me stand on a few phonebooks so as to elevate me to the correct height, since my brother is much tallker 1.8m, n i'd look ridiculously short?

like wadever -_-^

Anw, the photographer said i had the most natural smile amongst the whole family. i think its coz i bothered to smile. dad mum n bro had constipated smiles. so much for stunned look..hahaha.

As if we werent happening enuf, our family headed down to alexandra road to e car showrooms. we visited hyundai, honda, toyota n i think tts all. Told u, i was a pawn in my mum's hand. Passing my driving gives added weight to psycho my dad to buy a family car. Coz mum always say dad favors me more, which seems questionable to me. hahah

did alot of daydreaming as my bro n i took turns to take the drivers' seat, try out the feel of diff cars. though the car was stationery n juz on show, i imagined myself as a chiong-ster, stepping fully on the accelerator n feeling the strong breeze in my face

blessing in disguise. by a twist of fate, somehow these days its my brother who'd ask me, 'eh u wanna go for evening mass?' In the past, it was usually me asking him tt same qn. for which he'd always turn me down coz he had other better things to do.

It seems like its taking much longer than usual for him to get over tiz relationship. A broken heart is hardest to mend. However, it seems to me tt this ordeal has brought him much closer to God? Although i can feel him being angry n resentful, questions of 'why is diz happenin to me' still pops out frm his mouth..

He still goes to church. More often den me. If it werent for e break-up, i doubt he'd be tiz much closer to the guy up there. I really dunno if i shd feel happy or sad for him.