IT WORKED!
close your eyes.
but don't stop taking breaths.
you'll get your answer.
and your mind becomes much clearer.
:D


haven't talked to kaung in AGESSSS.
and i had a lot of fun chatting with him through sms the other day.
apart from the confession that he grew just sliiiightly chubbier,
he was really the same ol' happy go lucky, cheerful and always smiling kaung.
haha - and talking to him brings back memories; of all sorts.
come to think of it..
he was really a great friend (though i know i often got irritated, angry, and upset)
yeah- and thanks to the Olympics Women Table Tennis (Team) Finals, I owe him a treat.
a rather huge one.

today was DIFFERENT.
zhuang ying had a pretty bad stomach ache to start off with.
and i had fainting spells on the way to meeting her.
so it was rather sad;
she had to rush to school to use the toilet.
while i was lying unconscious on the platform of dhoby ghaut mrt station.
ROAR.
speaking of which, I WAS SERIOUSLY UPSET ABOUT THE INCIDENT.
...
it was like any other mrt ride to outram station from hougang.
and as usual, the seats were all taken.
So i was reading mypaper, and started to stare at the picture of Lee Jiawei on the front cover. I still remember the heading was "Good as Gold"
[I also vividly remember discriminating Jade. S, on her not - that - captivating reports on Today in Beijing. She may be beautiful, but not as charming and breathtaking as Cheryl Fox or Suzanne Ho (or was it Koh? lol) of CNA.]
then i started to feel all faint and weak, and i could hear my breath and heartbeat throbbing in my ears.
so i was looking desperately at the person sitting directly in front of me,
and all she did was give me that "don't-pretend-you're-sick-cause-i'm-never-going-give-up-my-seat" look. and she decided to take out her Today paper to browse.
So my nect desperate measure was to sms zhuang ying, though i have no idea how that would help.
and honestly, the next thing i knew it, i woke in the midst of 2 uncles and one pretty lady. (she smelled really pretty too.)
the uncles were busy dialing numbers off my speed dial list and my call registers.
then they even attempted to dial 995.
YEAH. RIGHT. if every human who experiences fainting spells calls for an ambulance,
then i guess the hotline would be ringing non stop.
[oh! did i mention? they were curious why they couldn't find a Dad or Mom or Bro or Sis in my contact list. And the answer was pretty simple - to guard against people like them. Imagine if I were to lose my phone, and someone picked it up and rang my mum up to ask for a friggin' ransom. WTH? no way. ringing my mum up to give her a false alarm that her daughter was immobile on an mrt station would also be sufficient enough to warrant me a death sentence.but of course, i still have their numbers in my contact list.]
i got up on my feet, grabbed my mobile and shooed them into the train by thanking them profusely.
it took a while to compose myself and board the next train.
and even on the next mrt, it still felt terrible since my vision was really unclear.
but SERIOUSLY.
i can't help but condemn that human who didn't care about me even when i was close to collapsing in front of her.
oh wells. thank goodness there is still the existence of helpful uncles and pretty office ladies.
:D
but business management was still alright i guess. YOOHOO!
and now i'm in a self declared holiday mood.

The Olympic Games in Beijing this year has been phenomenal,
with MAGNIFICENT athletes like Michael Phelps.
WOW. yeah. i'm just going to exalt him like how the whole of USA and the world already has done for making himself a WORLD RECORD, apart from all the WORLD RECORDS he has set and broken.
BUT - I REALLY LOVE SEEING HIM SWIM THE BUTTERFLY STROKE.
even Kitajima of Japan or Tancock of Great Britain isn't as captivating when they swim. [maybe it's because he's much taller, so he occupies more of the screen and captures more attention. HAHA!]
8 GOLD OLYMPIC MEDALS. ROAR.
way to go. way. to go.
(:
apart from the phelps craze.
I've been extremely obsessed with this gymnast from China called YiLin.
She's really CUTEEEEEEEE and extremely flexible.
light as a feather, her twists, pikes and landings are firm yet graceful.
too bad Liukin has more experience.
BUT ALL I KNOW IS YILIN STILL ROCKS.
gooooooooooo~
[i'm friggin' disappointed when vic said the telecast of yilin wasn't on tonight. but he still gets to watch his yuanyuan because he recorded the live telecast!!!! T.T ROAR. -yuanyuan is YuYuan, another gymnast from China.]
oh wells.
I SHALL WATCH YILIN ON YOUTUBE. (:
and YEAH! THE FASTEST GUY ON EARTH FROM JAMAICA HAS A PAIR OF HOT TRACK SHOES.
WOOHOO- they GLEAM. because it's GOLD.
hohoho.
if only he threw that to the audience to keep as souvenir. [then i think i would have substantial evidence to believe that he was in an incorrect state of mind.]
hmmmm.
ahh.
that's about all.

that nerve wrecking moment. teehee.

Sylvia. Syl. And someone you'll never expect me to be.