Class 2A Lesson 1

Went for my first lesson for Class 2A this morning.
Lucky me it's only a 250cc bike I can handle.

But the main stand is my bane. I'm too light to use my weight to get it up.
Had to use a little arm jerk strength.

After more than a year of riding auto, I screwed up my clutch changing ... initially.

Did slope, plank and salom cones. All ok.

But with the amount of mistakes I made (leg kept going down, engine died, clutch change wrong), I was REALLY SURPRISED when the instructor said that I passed lesson 1.

Lesson 2 coming up this Friday.
- Figure 8
- Crank course
- Emergency Brake
- Bumpy course

*excited*

I fully intend to complete my 2A lessons in time for the 2nd August test date.

Day 2 after teeth op

Been feeling more hyper than usual.

Could it be there is caffeine content in one of the meds??? Can't be.
I asked the doc earlier and she said the med will help me sleep.

MY ASS!!!

Ever since I got home at 3pm yesterday, I've been wide awake before I managed to play games on my iPhone and fell asleep at almost midnight. WTF!!!

I have the insane feeling to clean up my room too ... but not today. Maybe tomorrow.

I've been up since 830am ... and now raring to go to Mic's house for a good round of Mahjong. Too bad I cannot join them for the buffet ... but at least I'll get to see little Lulu (Mini-Yan).

Already sketched up some designs to paint around my bed, shelf and even my light switch. Might do it tonight even.

Program override

Forgot to shutdown my emotions.

But I can't seem to override my program wanting to care for him.

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I still want to be with him.

Teeth (not typo) removal is no joke

Tomorrow morning at 930am will be the start of my ordeal.

Friends who know about my operation tomorrow doesn't really know how many teeth I'm really removing.

Yes the 4 Wisdom Teeth is not that embarrassing ... people do it all the time.

It's the other 6 teeth that is embarrassing.

After tomorrow I'll have no wisdom nor molar teeth.

This is all because I want to get rid of my bad breath.

All the same, he won't kiss me cause of my bad breath.
But I guess he still won't kiss me due to a million other reasons.

Emotional shutdown begins tonight.

Loss of hair ... lots of it.

Decided to chop off my long hair that I've had for like ... years.
(It nearly reached my waist once)

Weather is really getting to me. Hot cold hot cold ... at this rate I'll get thinner just from the "natural sauna".

Went into the salon with the thought to just cut til it's just touching my shoulders.

*snip snip snip*

Still too long. Bob cut suggested ... okay.

*snip snip snip* with a little buzz from an electric razor.

A little thinning and baby oil to smooth out the tips.

Short hair!

The neck is cooler, the head is lighter ... love it but I still miss my long hair.

Feel less feminine now but at least consalation prize ... cooler.

Battle of Me

It's a bitter inner battle.

Logic tells me :
I deserve to be loved.
Can't I find better?
I should care about myself.

But my heart says this :
I love the idiot.
Isn't he the best to me?
I care for him more.

My logic loses most of the time.

Delayed

Today at lunch I ordered ipoh hor fun. She told me to wait a while and went to pour out two bowls of hot clear soup.

She spilled some ....

... on my right foot.

Worse is that I took a while to like :

"Wait my right foot feels weird. Did she spill soup on my foot?"

"... ow ... ow ... OW ..."

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I think losing of "feel" is part of turning 30.