Met Vinod at Bishan today for a few hours. Went to eat Delifrance (okay, officially bankrupt) and I so totally couldn't finish the Potato Gartin. Yikes. He was practically trying to force me to finish my food. Lol. Too bad lah. Sharon knows that my stomach size is that of a Tsukune MOS Burger. *rolls eyes*

So, yep, didn't want to walk around so we decided to find a place to sit. After walking one big round at the interchange, we found some slabs to sit down on, and then started talking.

I guess our relationship is based on rather open communication. Just 3 months together, and we've already gotten into a few obstacles that had threatened to make us break off. Neither of us decided to, because we talked things out. Sure, he may not like what I plan to do and vice-versa, but I guess we're learning how to compromise and stuff.

Even now, this r/s is really touch-and-go because of certain factors that are truly beyond both our control. Another obstacle...another thing to work together to overcome, though this one may take years, and definitely won't be easy. Only question we have to ask ourselves is: is it worth it to remain together? If yes, then we'll fight it together, I guess.

Went totally bonkers after finishing up BMR last night. He called me at around 11pm, I think, and I couldn't believe I was laughing all the way. *rolls eyes* I was REALLY hyped up and couldn't think straight. Even today, I was talking rubbish all the way. All the thoughts that came into my brain were not logical ones that made even nonsensical sense. So...O_o

Told Dad I wanted to go for skydiving next year. He totally refused to let me. Was talking about the dangers and such--pressure being very high, and my body may not be used to it and I may die even before I reach the ground.

Guess what? I don't really care. Sooner or later, we'll all be dead. And if we truly wanted to do anything with our lives, we should, if it doesn't directly affect anyone negatively. One absolutely cannot live life in regrets, or at least I can't--it'd just make me a living-dead, literally. I will sign up for the skydiving, after I consult a doctor. After all, if I have a high risk of dying, I want to get my things together and done first--no loose strings, yeah?