i only count hours that shine

Saturday, August 30, 2008 9:22 PM

Cross dressing gig, 2 months to go

Today was okay. Bugis Street was not bad but that leather shop is GONE. Sad to have realised that. Looked around. Found lots of clothes from Thailand there which i own too. Look at how sad the Singapore Fashion Industry is.
Went to see this condo at Novena. Freaking NICE! Just that the layout of the houses is kinda weird. The rooms are small. Only the 3 and 4 bedroom ones were big.
Parents are deciding if we should get a new car since the CEO is low and all. But but.. I like the 1919J ):
Ate out for dinner! At Safra. Kinda okay.
Sean's sick. Well.. Do get well):

Sometimes i love my sister, sometimes i hate her. Sometimes i wonder i even love her and sometimes i wonder why i even hate her. It occurred to me that sibling love is a weird breed of love. Ok so if this guy likes a girl he'll go like,'hey i like you.. go out with me... be my girlfriend...' then time flies ' hey i hate you... I wanna break up with you' But in this whole sibling love thing, you don't go to your sister and say,'hey i love you.' That's so weird. Ok putting that lame stuff aside, I wonder why siblings love each other. I mean in the whole BGR thing, he's a guy you're a girl. It's normal for opposite to attract. But seriously, I'm just confused why siblings love each other, ignoring the whole same blood, same family, same parents thing.

Down to issue number 2. Why do people who ain't fat say their fat. THEY ARE NOT FAT. They have muscles and flesh and bones, healthy and not ano thin or cow fat. I do not know why i think i'm fat at times. I want muscles not fat, oh and I want bigger bones too. I wonder why i'm born with such small bones. Seriously. I think i can go work in some haunted house and stick my arms through holes in the wall and scare innocent young souls out there. Those naive kids, believing my arms are skeleton's. Geez. There's no point eating because that will only contribute to the fats and not the bones. I think milk is unhealthy too. Milk contain hormones from cows that is used by farmers to make them grow faster. It's really freaky to know that these hormones get passed on to humans and we mature faster too! Can you imagine babies growing and maturing like never before. Yes, and it is scientifically proven. It's in one of my mum's dietary books.

The whole subject combination thing is seriously confusing. I'm very serious about dropping Geography, though it'll be useful in my life. But, I want to take combined Humanities, so the Geography can go. History and Literature. I like both subjects, I score for both subjects. It's really difficult to decide. In JC, we need to take one Humanity for A Level. So it's important which we choose now. My sister thinks i should do history since Mr Lim won't be around next year anymore and I can have all her useful university level notes given by him. But I like Literature a lot too. It's really sad to know that i have to drop one. WHYWHYWHY. I hate being in one of these phases of life when I need to make a decision that will affect my future.
I spoke to couple of teachers and hear them out. They said they will help me think about it. But, I don't know what to choose. I seriously do.

The Cross Dressing gig. I want a guy cardigan, skinny tie and baggy khakis(: My sister is trying to talk me out of it. She thinks I should buy this Samuel&Kevin hoodie dress instead of buying the cross dressing materials. Sigh.
It's been 1 year 8 months and running after i pulled off the 'no-same-clothes-worn-every-saturday thing, it find it fun. Yes i don't repeat my outfits. Unless i'm at wits end which hasn't really occurred yet. And every Saturday, it's becoming a habit with the whole eyeliner thing. Now i can put them on freaking fast compared to last time.

I wonder why kids like to ask them how babies are made. As a child, i never really bothered if those babies come from those flying cranes like we see in cartoons. It had come to my attention ,after yesterday's conversations with Wen Jie, that i have a very schizophrenic childhood. I never really revealed my schizophrenic mind to anyone except to him yesterday. I think some parts of my schizophrenic childhood is still in harboured in me. In retrospect, I kinda like being schizophrenic in the non-mentally-ill way. A lot of things had to go a certain way then. That had caused great memories in my life worth remembering. I'm starting to wonder if the flux of growing up ever worked on my inner child. Perhaps, it virtually did.

I like writing essays. Mrs L says that it was a good attempt because it is a reflective essay which is not easy. But with a plot and storyline is would be good. Here it is(:

' The moment of Truth'

After four years of training and competing, it comes down to one moment, the Olympics. It is perhaps the dream of every athlete to compete in this competition of two hundred and four countries, consisting of almost every sport.
This event is the moment when an athlete goes through rounds and rounds of qualifying heats to compete for one moment of his or her lifetime. It can be over in less than a minute for any sport such as running and swimming, or perhaps hours for cycling or a marathon. It is the moment of truth when an athlete finds out where he or she stands in the world record.
Many athletes treat this competition differently. Fourteen-year-old diving prodigy from Great Britain, Thomas Daley, mentioned in an interview that he is competing in this year's Olympics for experience during the next Olympics. On the other hand, swimmer Michael Phelps aims to break world records and win a total of eight gold medals, something no Olympian has ever done. However, all athletes seem to share one simple thought and that is to compete and do their country proud.
For this one moment, the athletes train hard every single day for four years. Those who are still schooling train before and after school. Those who have graduated train day and night like it is their occupation as they get paid for representing their country. All the hard work and effort out in almost every single day all come to an end on that one single event. They are willing to put in so much time and effort, going through the pain and pressure, because they know that it would eventually pay off.
When the starter goes off, that is the start of the moment of truth. The athletes race towards the finishing line, and at that point when they cross the finishing line, the timer stops and that is the moment of truth for those in the race.
In sports like gymnastic and diving, the moment of truth starts during their step onto the platform and ends when they pose at the end of their routine. Every single moment and precise timing is taken into consideration. One small mistake and their chance of winning is shattered.
That one moment is all that matters, the moment they all had been working and training for the last four years, the moment they had anticipated; the moment of truth.

Yes i mentioned Tom Daley and Michael Phelps(:

It seems to me my life is full of questions and indecisive thoughts. Maybe that's what life is all about.

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