hello people does anyone miss me or even detect my (usual) absence from this place of memories?
sighs, im always creating this lame opening blog statement asking if i am missed.
when i god damn am. LOL hehehehehe.
guess i am someone who needs to be feel loved.

anyways.i came up with this thing called PON-O-METER to gauge my willingness to trudge out of bed every morning. on a scale of one to ten, if it reaches 12/10 , ill pon.
today it was a seven. when caal came, it reached a fairly staggering nine.
because it pains to see 67 and not board it.

am supposed to be doing my GP VA now. apparently i set a target that i would complete it tonight (whoa ho) because i have training tomorrow.
but thanks thanks, so far im only done with one summary out of the three, not forgetting the twenty question quiz.

anyway my motivation to blog all of a sudden came from this friend, who was insignificant to me in pimary school, but made a difference during secondary school. in actual fact erning hasnt really done anything besides flash me cheeky smiles which i would gladly return with my own dose of raised eyebrows pervert-style.and of course, played soccer with me every morning in sec four!
was on the overhead bridge when i noticed this familiar figure with my favourite charsiew bao hairstyle. and omfg its erning, omg, wow, i ran to her and wtf she even had trouble recognising me, (am i that forgettable) and i repeatedly told her that i missed her and ten seconds later i couldnt control the tears from my heart, like a burst open floodgate i hugged her and told her i miss her! and walao erning told me not to cry, our conversation was very brief but in that simplicity lies my love for this friendship. asked where she was heading to and received the expected reply of "to kick ball" in chinese. told her i was in soccer too and that i cant wait to kick with her and also kick her. HAHA. no i didnt mention the kick her part. when we parted after a few minutes, i still felt the knot in my heart. pains me to miss a friend that much. we are not close. but still, emotions run deep.

i wonder what tomorrow will bring, maybe one day i should count the stares i receive for being the one with loads of bleached hair. guess i am very much numb to such comments and stares because i believe it doesnt really make a difference. oh well, what crap. it lowers my self-esteem. but then again, i dont give a damn. okay i do give a damn.

cant wait to learn more from my football mentor.
sincerity moves the heart.
miamia said that last year and i will always remember it, just like moo said
beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

i think im going nuts because i keep thinking of wearing the jersey and playing during nationals.lets just hope i get into the team.anyway, gonna see my juniors tomorrow. come what may, ill still love yall. just be happy wherever you are.