Kor's back from his Europe trip with da-sao, haha. :D

He just called and said he got back at 7 this morning. I finally got caller ID on my phone, and when I saw his name pop up on the screen when he called, I thought I was seeing things coz I knew he was away for a month, and so, me being stupid little me, hit the wrong button and rejected the call. -_-

So I called back and yeah, it turns out he's back. Haha. :P

See ya around, kor. Still wanna go to Ikea with me and buy furniture for my hall room? :D

You make running away easy. :)

What is it about the things that we seldom say...? What is it about them which makes them difficult to stop once we've started saying them?

80 kph with the wind on your face is a good feeling. If I let my imagination run away with me, it's almost like the rest of the world can't catch up and we're really escaping. Random thoughts escape my subconscious mind and wander about my head; would tears fly away on the wind and dissipate into nothing in seconds? I'm still alone in my head with the running commentary, but for now, it helps to look over your shoulder and watch the speedometer climb.

West Coast Park in the wee hours of the morning is therapeutic. In between daybreak and night-time, six-plus feet off the ground and nowhere near enough to reach the sky and watching greyed-red rope segment the purple-pink cloudy sky is enough to make everything be quiet for a while. This organised tangle of child's-play string cradles us together in its highest point, in between the sky and the sand, between morning and night; in-between, in-between, always in-between.

That you're here listening makes all the difference. Physical contact is a warm, solid reassurance-- "I'm still here" without the words-- and for someone who used to be afraid of touches, I miss holding and being held.

Thank you.

Can't hardly wait till the semester starts; it's good to have found someone like you. Maybe when August rolls around, we'll find more reasons to run away and suspend ourselves in the middle of the middle of nowhere, hanging our spirits out to air.

Yay. Germany won third place. :) That's still something to be happy about.

So, this calls for a picspam. XD

I take no credit for the lovely photos, and I make absolutely no apologies for the overkill of Miroslav Klose pictures. XD


From the Strenesse photo shoot:




I know, I don't usually like Ballack, but this shot of his face in profile is nice. I have no idea why I didn't save the picture of Podolski, but oh well. I can't be bothered to go look for the site with all the pictures now. :P


From the opening game:


Lahmi is just such a happy boy in this shot, it's adorable. XD


Klose after his second goal; I loved that goal. :D


Frings and the 25 yard line!! Woot!! :D

Against Poland:


Neuville and Klose. Ballack's just along for the ride. Quite literally. XD


Against Ecuador; my favourite match of the whole tournament, since my new fave striker duo were all over the place:



Can't you just feel the love? Klose and Poldi make a lovely picture.


Threesome! XD



This shot is funny. It looks like Schneider's getting all possessive with Klose or something. Lol.


Against Sweden; once again, Miro-Lukas galore:




Those two together are dangerous. :D


Argentina. Thank dear Mirek for scoring the equaliser.





Italy. Was so upset when they lost.


It was heartbreaking seeing all those pictures of Klose and Micha and everyone else crying.


Portugal. Hurrah for Schweini! :D






Now for miscellaneous shots:







Group hug!! :D


Aww. He looks so adorable. XD


Poor Lahmi with his dislocated elbow. Lucky thing for him you don't really need elbows in football.


Prinz Poldi and his Best Young Player award. He's always all smiles; gotta love that about him.


Poldi's personalised Adidas TunIt boot, with the words of Germany's national anthem on the inside. Nice.


Ich liebe Deutschland. :)

So I suppose that's the end of it.

Two different kinds of ends in as many days.

Today, I'm finally just an archer. Today I'll let go.

Thank you Henry for making the decision to take up this post. :)

Thank you to our juniors and everyone else who made our term memorable and good; I hope we'll all do the same for the 06/07 Exco. :)

Good luck, all of you; the stage (or is it the range? :D) is yours now.

Arts Camp is over.

Maybe now I'll finally get some sleep. Although I still have to wake up early for archery elections tomorrow, along with Lixiang and Weiquan. I have a feeling the three of us are gonna look equally stoned. :P


Most people have two sides to them. It leaves you wondering which side it is you're seeing, or perhaps, on the off-chance, you're looking at one of the few who don't have sides-- the ones who're the same everywhere and with everyone.


Five days and four nights.

Day one- slightly stressed.
Day two- getting the hang of it, but depressed.
Day three- pissed off.
Day four- lost myself somewhere in between, but came back a lot happier. Alcohol (half-jug vodka lime, half jug Scotch coke-- Weiquan is *mad*-- and two Heinekens) can do a lot of things.
Day five- given the chance, would you want to live this strange agony-satisfaction-frustration-triumph mix all over again?

GERMANY BEAT SWEDEN!!!!!

2-nil!!

YAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Both goals to Podolski; am rather sad that Klose didn't score one (then we'd get to see his lovely flip :D), but well, I love both of 'em now. XD

Was chatting with Khim Nyang over MSN and he's in Munich, and he was saying how Munich was completely mad, and the whole city was cheering. He even connected the mic and let me hear it! Haha... XD

Klose and Podolski make Gerri a very happy girl indeed. XD

I found something that makes me feel slightly happier. :)


Made by: lostdisaster

Because I like my boys characters pretty, angsty and slightly chipped and cracked around the edges. :P