GOOD MORNING...(yawn)

hehe...later goin tampines for a badminton session with Kumar(best fren) and his fren Jonathan. i heard that there will be plenty of PROs there. oh well...have to keep in mind that i will jus there to play play only. oh if anyone is wondering why the extent to go over to tampines, although i live in Jurong East? its kinda of like a pact that we made. Jon is a East-side fren while kumar and i are the west-side people. so its like we take turns to visit each other's homeground. its only fair, cos dun think it will be good to always demand Jon to come over to play with us.

yesterday had a cycling session in the afternoon with a few frens. there were peiling, weichien, joyce, leslie and serene. actually, it was a very last-min event for me and weichien. all of a sudden, serene messaged me if i wanted to join them for cycling. then i thot of calling weichien, to build bond and cohension. afterall, we are goin to be a team for the next school year, for project LiNG.

the journey begun at Jurong East around 1500++. actually it could have been earlier. i had mistaken that most of them were already in Jurong East. so i met up with them around 1400++. weichien came around 1500++, jus nice. weichien actually had archery lessons earlier that morning, and it ended quite early. got home changed and had a super quick lunch, reached JE at a record 1500++. we set off ...yea!!!

jus that morning, when i was on my father's bike, coming back from a Johor breakfast, i suddenly missed those bicycle riding days. i remember i used to ride from home to and fro my camp, which was somewhere in Tuas, specifically Pasir Laba. those were the days...ah. i used to reach earlier, took a bath and hung loose till the whole crowd came. cycling past 'angry' vehicles everyday on the road and always trying to out-accelerate the cars a traffic lights. haha...happy happy happy. always had a very carefree feeling whenever i am on bicycle. i think it might be tied to the reason that cycling might be the closest thing to flying.

i had always wanted to be a pilot since young. the flying dream, the carefree-ness, the wind gushing in your face and the unrestricted-ness. the extent of my ideals were scary, i actually had wanted to be a pilot so much that i carved it on a wooden telephone table back at my old address. memories...ahh. since i got my first pair of specs at around primary 4, my flying dream ended. cos back then, i heard from my parents that those who became pilots, dun wear specs. hehe...but now no worries. since i am in mechatronics now, i can help others become pilots and i have my new dream now, LiNG and Gundam.

there were plenty of hiccups while on the journey. we had actually stopped at lavendar MRT station to change to bus service number 196. despite attempts and directing by another fren weiyi, the bus jus seemed so mysterious and elusive. then it seems that 196 had a change of route because of the Nicoll highway still under construction. when at first we couldnt locate the bus service number 196, i tried to run around to search for it. apparently, it was my bloody mistake. when in fact, we could have taken 197 and change to some other bus. so thus, it seems that i tried to get the whole group walking towards the nearest 196 was a Definitive Mistake and Idoitic Gesture, which only decreased the time we could have spent cycling.

then the rest of that day, i had seemed to spend it annoying everyone. till a point, where i suddenly jus give up. no point talking anymore since every word i say simply annoys. furthermore, i am super sensitive to rage and fustration, so might as well not attract them at all. i guess the day ended in a bad note. hmmph.