nice?

let's see, i've spent my past week either

1. lectures

2. chores and maintenance

3. baking

4. counting cars

5. sleeping

brilliant.

apart from a bruised ankle from the match earlier, everything went pretty well. even an 8 hour long lecture on fri.

counting cars aka traffic survey was interesting. it's amazing how time flies when you are counting. it's as if you are counting sheep to sleep. anyway, it was for the quick buck, but good experience.

the cny mood is here! the spring breeze, the supermarket craze, the deco all over the house, the songs etc. but, as usual, i might have to spend it on foreign land once more. subject to confirmation of date. sigh.

sometimes i wonder, how is it possible to be so obsessed with oneself. is the world that small such that it can only be viewed through just a single lens? everyone else's opinion is wrong, irrelevant or insignificant. because the world is just about 'me'.

must i always give in? or can i finally be the one who's being disliked? it is said that being liked is so much easier than being hated, because if you are hated, at least you stood up for something in life. i don't know about that.

but i know that sometimes, somehow, probably i should just introduce myself as "Hi, my name is Mr. NOT-SO-NICE GUY. Scram."

your love is a song

it's been some time since i've been able to find a song worthy to be on repeat mode.

it isn't new, but a new discovery.

teo heng was fun as usual, followed by a stuffing xlb buffet at holland v which i downed 30 small dragon buns. far cry from my record but due to some attempts at stomach reduction, it is forgivable. had a couple of cage sessions, which was coincidentally followed by ANOTHER xlb buffet which i had probably 20 more. cage has been pretty good, i feel like i'm probably 75% of my peak fitness now. although it is impossible to hit 100% unless i go through another ns, i would be happy to remain at this level or even increase it to 80%.

sherlock holmes was great. missed the beginning though. stardust was even better. hahah for probably the 11th time.

classes had just begun, started quite well. managed to stay on pace most of the time. and had a pretty shocking moment upon chancing an old friend.

i feel tired. to be always trying to live up to expectations.

can't i just be like everyone else? am i too old for my age or are they too immature for theirs?