Lunatiquely,
Lemon
I am a contradiction, a living breathing oxymoron.
I am a perfectionist who is too lazy to pursue perfection.
I am a narcisst with an inferior complex.
I am not crazy, not insane just slightly unstable mentally with highly volatile emotions.
I am a fundamentally selfish person.
I am Lemon.
Lunatiquely Lemon.
Or in simpler terms,
The epic phail attempts at philosophical musing by a yellow, sour citrus fruit that claims to be sweet ^^
Lunatiquely yours,
Words cannot begin to describe the crushed, desperate feeling when I found out that my stupid timetable clashes with Aikido.
Never have I hated anything like I hate my timetable.
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About my dad and his outbursts, I shall not further elaborate. Thanks to VC darling for letting me know that I'm not alone.
I am so proud of myself for not posting angry posts.
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Have I ever mentioned how much I love TPAikido?
Because I really really do.
All the wonderful people I've met (AIKI 五朵花 FTW!!!!)like seniors and batch mates, and reunion with FM after 10 years.
I feel blessed. (No, I will not let insignificant scraps of sluttiness affect my view of TPAikido)
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Went for Sunday training after sooooo long of not going because he spent the night at JB.
I have no idea how I am going to get through subsequent Sundays of knowing what I am missing.
The current member at the top of my darlings' hit list is really SUCH AN ANNOYING BITCH.
Bitch suits him even though that is insulting the word Bitch because he is so baselessly arrogant (Man, watching giant do nikkyo with him was satisfying), self important and SOO UKE (the yaoi meaning)
Seriously. He fits the category of 'slutty uke that everyone hates'. (Sounds like someonesomething. No wonder they're friends)
Why I say he is super uke is because of the way he seems to like sticking out his ass.
During obstacle roll, being uke for techniques etc.
Being the pure and innocent person that I am, mental images starting popping up like bunnies on Easter day.
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Talk about mental self torture -shudders-
Although there was one scene with the classic 'thousand years of pain' that made me wanna roflmao
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This holiday has been one of epic proportions of exhaustion.
I am so damn sick of Sentosa.
How will I ever survive the next semester???
I shall just hope and pray that things will be better.
Or at least pray that I can psycho myself into being happy. (And I shall ignore the fact that I will crash sooner or later.)
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I don't know why but I don't seem to be looking forward to my 18th.
Even though its a huge thing that only happens once in your life.
Maybe it is because nothing really ever goes well on my birthdays.
Like how I get extra clumsy and spill drinks on myself like on four birthdays and how I left the tickets to the Singapore Flyer last year or the year before that.
This year, almost EVERYTHING is against me even before the day itself.
My timetable, work, myself.
Oh brilliant. I can't wait to see what happens on the day itself.
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"... I got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around. My faith in you was fading, when I met you on the outskirts of town and I said. Romeo, save me. I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you but you never come...."
(Haha we spammed this song at the karaoke in Beijing.)
P.S. I think I'm down with a cold. I don't feel very well. Tired and sniffly and sneezy.
Lemon
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