this morning.......... DAMN RETARDED.
okay, you see, i wanted to pick up abigail from the airport. As her flight from Frankfurt would arrive at 6.35, i decided that i would wake up at 5 o'clock and by the time i prepared and took the bus or mrt down to Changi, i would be on time.
Because i knew i always had trouble waking up, i decided to sleep early, at 9.
good idea? it is!
however, i had trouble waking up at the correct time!!!!
i woke up at, 11pm, at 2am, at 3am, at 4am, and at 6!
i totally missed the 5am mark! how?
well my deduction is that, as i stared at the clock each time i woke up, i must have pressed the bell, causing it to not ring at its designated time, which was 5am.
and in the end, i woke up at 6, at that time, although i was shocked, i wasnt as jumpy as i thought i would be, because given normal circumstances, i would be panicking to be so late!
however, i managed to reach Changi on time, at 6.35am.
miracle? not quite.
just ask the efficiency of the Singapore transport system. HEH!
anyways, i reached terminal 3 on time, and trust me, terminal 3 is beautiful, though its architectural design goes no where as grand as terminal 2. terminal 2's arched roof design lets it use less pillars, meaning more room space not only for commuters, but also for shops and admin stations.
BACK TO TERMINAL 3
so i waited outside the gate where Abby would arrive.
As a bunch of green tee-ed PL choir girls squirmed through the gate and flooded the lobby, i just couldnt recognise any one of them.
so i waited like a BA-GOON, standing there, with a little flower in hand.
late on, their president, called for all of them to assemble together and take a picture.
however they did not, and guess what i heard.
"where's abigail??"
HAHAH!!!!!!
BLUR SOTONG!!! and i thought i missed her, turns out she was still at the belt!
so, she finally arrived and i talked to her la, then i headed to school, late.
ahh.. fast forward to tonight!
on a short note, i scored 8 goals in soccer today!
i started on my essay, and ended giving it up, i just cannot seem to right, cos everything that i think of kinda reminds me of what had happened these two months.
so i gave up, and i talked to God about these things, and he took all my troubles away, and gave a an answer, of course not everyone will get to know what went on between me and God, but alot of things were answered.
Religion plays a big part of my life because i am very dependent on stuff.
independency for me, comes at a time where it really calls for it, like when i lead groups. of course, not all of these groups turn out right, or work out right. but i am glad to have been able to use my god-given leadership capabilities.
thinking about my women's rights it again is like, ripping open a healing wound, where i realised that the wound never really healed, but it was just masked over, as in the stuff that caused the pain is still there, but my wound just healed, with the stuff that caused the pain still inside, cos i never really got it all out. i never really proved my true abilities, i just did what was convinent for me, including leave the group. that is not leader-like.
and i really want to explain to the person my rationale, but hopefully, the person wouldnt be angry anymore,
i just someday i can the the person how i really feel. and the person name doesnt start with Q or C.
how i really feel, as in, my side, my thinking and my viewpoint of the situation.
but of course, it will be difficult, and i still pray that one day i can do so.
please dont judge me based on what happened, because it is just a small part of me.
character is sometimes defined as the actions you pick up.
and of course, my actions are retarded, but i wouldnt say all are retarded, cos i believe that i dont screw everything up. i only screw SOME things up.
there are times where i can say i am proud of what i did, one especially, being able to talk things out and calm down a GANGSTER! it proves that words are actually more efficient than fists!
lets hope i dont lose what's left.
ah. enough of this
lets hope i can get NO.10!
