met eleanor after church. needa pass her back sth plus hang out a little.

went to starbucks for early teabreak straight after our lunch..

Me: "I want to donate blood."
Eleanor: "Why?"
Me: "I have too much of it."
Eleanor: "You're anemic. You don't have enough."
HAHAHA.

oh yeah,

We actually had something before deciding on Starbucks, but my caffeine-addict of a fren needed her daily fix. Otherwise she wouldn't be able to function normally. Substance dependency. Weak. Walking into Starbucks, she pointed to this one lady and said "Hey look, taking a nap after coffee." I found that funny. Started laughing. How ironic right? I mean you'd expect Starbucks to be full of caffeine-high-insomatic people, but nnno. You walk in and see someone sleeping next to an empty mug of coffee. Maybe she just went through a major Sugarcrash, I think. Because you know how caffeine raises your insulin/sugar levels real high real quick but then without sign crashes down hard. Way hard. "Maybe she got decaff-ed"- Maybe. I had hot chocolate. With little tiny baby marshmellows toppings. And chocolate drizzles and a dash of cocoa powder and everythinggg.

Then went on to talk about all the times, in the past, when there was once I got terribly drunk. Terribly meaning passed outside bathroom floor and waking up with amnesia of activities of night before. but miraculously,my dad did not reprimand me.but instead, shove me a cup of hot tea..going all,"Son,this is part and parcel of life.just let this be the first and the last time u drink like this. ok?" haha.i was like wow,was expecting a hell lot of reprimanding from him! well, maybe caz of the "How to understand your teenager" book he has been reading. hhe then asked me to come up with reasons as to "Why I should never touch anything I cannot be in control of". Thinking hard.. I could easily come up with a list, but it all sums down to one reason really. I am Tré Compulsive. Well not so much now-a-days. But previously.. All the cookies or hell baby!





chill outt

zzz

Oh dear, good morning. I am back to my previous life. Back to staying up all night, sleeping through the morning and then having breakfast at 2pm in the afternoon.
haha. Well it's only been a couple of nights

And I thought that is the whole aftermath of the "suffering" i went through in brunei .

Anyway anyway anyway, I had tennis session yesterday with Nicolas. I played the same forehand stroke like 15 times and got it wrong all 15 times. nono. maybe 13 times..I hit the ball to the net like 10 times, and i send the other 3 balls flying to Mars..
So much for a good "first impression". I could almost sense the frustration. I still want to play tennis with him. I would/I could work on the "second impression" but then the "third impression" would also be the "last impression" so there isn't really a point. But I could, just for Impression's sake.

What makes a good impression anyway? I honestly don't know. That is why I carry a stick of Hi-Chew around with me and offer them to people I meet for the first time so at least they remember me for something.haha. Hellllllll I'd rather make a moderately-bad impression than no impression at all.

You know how sometimes you see someone from church who you only talked to about 0nce (and it was only because you had to borrow paper and a pen), and so you see that same person in town and part of you says "Heyyyy I know her, maybe I should say Hi". But the other part of you says "Hi? What for? You only talked once. And it was desperate talk." Then before your mind could work quick enough your hand decides it wants to be all social and starts waving to that girl you borrowed stationary from.

After the wave and the whole "spur of the moment" is up, you realise you don't even know her name. And it's not like you forgot. You just never bothered to ask. To think you spent 2 whole years in the same youth service with her. You will now forever never know her name. Until you accidentaly find her on friendster, of course. Afterall thats what it was created for, no? Connecting people? Oh and to all you losers who are on the whole "ZhenYue & ********" are dating thing, no. Friends don't date friends. Period. Unless Jessica Alba is my friend. Then I would de-friend her in order to be a potential Love interest..;)

Ok have to go.








peacee outtt