Thanks friends, for the encouraging notes left. :)
So here I am once more, after one week of abscence (or probably more), because I have been at Pasir Ris doing camps as an outdoor instructor once more. Being sick on a Monday sucks, when I'm supposed to be doing camps right now...damn and this fever has to come upon me. Haven't been ill for a longgggg time (since beginning of last year?) and the feeling totally sucks now. Vomitting, dizzy spells, muscle pains and all...eeeew!
xp faster get well.
I'm already missing my fellow instructors. I realised these are the people I can spend my time with, just doing nonsense cheers, talking about life, being so enthusiastic about outdoor stuff, and having fun just running around! I mean, not many people are into outdoors, not many people are willing to do crazy stuff like plan a cycling trip from Singapore to Desaru (in M'sia). Or happily agree to go kayaking/blading/trekking/etc. Its really amazing how one is able to spend 3 nights in a chalet with strangers, and after 3 nights becoming close friends. Last year saw a batch of instructors come and go, this year is another new batch..with equally fantastic company. :)
June is here, with upcoming Sea Sports Camp, Sports Camp and pre-camps coming about..not to mention floorball trainings that will officially start in June in preparation for upcoming tournaments. Busy holidays its gonna be again. But hey, given a busy schedule with plenty to do, loads of fun, wonderful company, fabulous tan, less pigging out...I'm loving life.
If only every school day can be like the holidays too.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005So here I am once more, after one week of abscence (or probably more), because I have been at Pasir Ris doing camps as an outdoor instructor once more. Being sick on a Monday sucks, when I'm supposed to be doing camps right now...damn and this fever has to come upon me. Haven't been ill for a longgggg time (since beginning of last year?) and the feeling totally sucks now. Vomitting, dizzy spells, muscle pains and all...eeeew!
xp faster get well.
I'm already missing my fellow instructors. I realised these are the people I can spend my time with, just doing nonsense cheers, talking about life, being so enthusiastic about outdoor stuff, and having fun just running around! I mean, not many people are into outdoors, not many people are willing to do crazy stuff like plan a cycling trip from Singapore to Desaru (in M'sia). Or happily agree to go kayaking/blading/trekking/etc. Its really amazing how one is able to spend 3 nights in a chalet with strangers, and after 3 nights becoming close friends. Last year saw a batch of instructors come and go, this year is another new batch..with equally fantastic company. :)
June is here, with upcoming Sea Sports Camp, Sports Camp and pre-camps coming about..not to mention floorball trainings that will officially start in June in preparation for upcoming tournaments. Busy holidays its gonna be again. But hey, given a busy schedule with plenty to do, loads of fun, wonderful company, fabulous tan, less pigging out...I'm loving life.
If only every school day can be like the holidays too.
Dear readers,
The time has come again where Mr or Miss Anonymous who doesn't have any guts to identify himself/herself (goodness we do not even know the gender!) and decided to vent his/her frustration and spite on my tag-board. Please kindly be entertained by his/her comments as I believe they are truly funny. Meanwhile, please stay amused by our dear anonymous whom sadly, we'll never know his/her identity.
Thank you.
Yours,
Xiao Pei
Thank you dear friends, for telling me you're there for me always. :) I guess such people do not need to be entertained. After all, I do not strive to please the whole world.
If you know what techno is, and not just the pathetic few songs you associate with bengs and lians, you'll love Groove Coverage.
Somehow I have got this feeling Mr/Ms Anonymous is a 12 year old, judging from the immaturity of his/her language use. *grin* No prizes for guessing who.
Monday, May 16, 2005The time has come again where Mr or Miss Anonymous who doesn't have any guts to identify himself/herself (goodness we do not even know the gender!) and decided to vent his/her frustration and spite on my tag-board. Please kindly be entertained by his/her comments as I believe they are truly funny. Meanwhile, please stay amused by our dear anonymous whom sadly, we'll never know his/her identity.
Thank you.
Yours,
Xiao Pei
Thank you dear friends, for telling me you're there for me always. :) I guess such people do not need to be entertained. After all, I do not strive to please the whole world.
If you know what techno is, and not just the pathetic few songs you associate with bengs and lians, you'll love Groove Coverage.
Somehow I have got this feeling Mr/Ms Anonymous is a 12 year old, judging from the immaturity of his/her language use. *grin* No prizes for guessing who.
Fun for a week. Time to get a job on hand done.
Check out the lovely tag left by anonymous. Yes I'm fat! Even after all the kayaking, cycling, running, blading and cable-skiing I've been doing. *grin*
That comment left there was a startling thought though. It is pretty sad how some girls will diet their way, binge and then go puke..simply to achieve a rib-cage with skin draping over it. Is it very nice parading in a bikini with your rib-cage showing, your collarbone sticking out too much, your cheeks sunken hollow and your thighs the same size as your calves? Apparently the male population believes that is beauty.
Why do we females subject ourselves to self torture, merely to become objects of lust in male gazes (and their hidden desires)? Bless those who have the perfect body - toned and beautiful. Sad.
Funny how guys don't have to achieve washboard abs and perfect muscle definition to be praised by females. Funny how females are constantly trying to iron out their tummy (if they have one like mine. haha!) just to fit into nice clothes that I personally think are meant for dolls.
What if I happened to be one of those girls who care real badly about what people think about my fats? Will anonymous' comment have spurred me to diet excessively and run till my lungs collapse simply because my tummy happened to be really huge in that picture? What if I were one of those girls who will not eat anything the whole day in order to fit into size 8 clothings?
Then I wouldn't be living a life I love now. My passion is the outdoors, extreme sports provided my cash flow allows. It takes a certain endurance, a certain amount of strength, and physical fitness to pursue this passion. For one, I wouldn't be able to do such things if I eat pathetic amounts of food. So I suppose its a give and take thingy. Unless I happened to be blessed with superbly high metabolism rate, which I happened not to be (oh how unfair)..but ultimately, who bloody cares?
Countless people have said I've grown fatter, countless people have asked me to do something about my size. My answer to them? Ha-ha. Tell me how to slim down without losing a fraction of my current strength and endurance. Or sponsor me for Prettislim's slimming programme. Or Marie France Bodyline if those nimwits only heard of one such slimming centre.
Darren's got me hooked to Groove Coverage.
Genres on my playlist are currently R&B, trance, bit of Techno, Eurodance? *unsure*
Time to party. Time to let my hair down.
Getting blacker as the days go by.
Living life the way I want. Minus the work. :)
Friday, May 13, 2005Check out the lovely tag left by anonymous. Yes I'm fat! Even after all the kayaking, cycling, running, blading and cable-skiing I've been doing. *grin*
That comment left there was a startling thought though. It is pretty sad how some girls will diet their way, binge and then go puke..simply to achieve a rib-cage with skin draping over it. Is it very nice parading in a bikini with your rib-cage showing, your collarbone sticking out too much, your cheeks sunken hollow and your thighs the same size as your calves? Apparently the male population believes that is beauty.
Why do we females subject ourselves to self torture, merely to become objects of lust in male gazes (and their hidden desires)? Bless those who have the perfect body - toned and beautiful. Sad.
Funny how guys don't have to achieve washboard abs and perfect muscle definition to be praised by females. Funny how females are constantly trying to iron out their tummy (if they have one like mine. haha!) just to fit into nice clothes that I personally think are meant for dolls.
What if I happened to be one of those girls who care real badly about what people think about my fats? Will anonymous' comment have spurred me to diet excessively and run till my lungs collapse simply because my tummy happened to be really huge in that picture? What if I were one of those girls who will not eat anything the whole day in order to fit into size 8 clothings?
Then I wouldn't be living a life I love now. My passion is the outdoors, extreme sports provided my cash flow allows. It takes a certain endurance, a certain amount of strength, and physical fitness to pursue this passion. For one, I wouldn't be able to do such things if I eat pathetic amounts of food. So I suppose its a give and take thingy. Unless I happened to be blessed with superbly high metabolism rate, which I happened not to be (oh how unfair)..but ultimately, who bloody cares?
Countless people have said I've grown fatter, countless people have asked me to do something about my size. My answer to them? Ha-ha. Tell me how to slim down without losing a fraction of my current strength and endurance. Or sponsor me for Prettislim's slimming programme. Or Marie France Bodyline if those nimwits only heard of one such slimming centre.
Darren's got me hooked to Groove Coverage.
Genres on my playlist are currently R&B, trance, bit of Techno, Eurodance? *unsure*
Time to party. Time to let my hair down.
Getting blacker as the days go by.
Living life the way I want. Minus the work. :)
Here's what I have been up to for the past 2 days.
Wednesday - cable skiing at Batam. A pity I haven't got the pics from my friend's camera so you all will just have to make do with the nitty gritty pictures.
Followed by blading at ECP with Fahmy, Alecia and Paul today.
Its been a great week of holidays so far. Tomorrow and Saturday will be floorball!
Lovingggggggggggg it.
Monday, May 09, 2005Wednesday - cable skiing at Batam. A pity I haven't got the pics from my friend's camera so you all will just have to make do with the nitty gritty pictures.
Followed by blading at ECP with Fahmy, Alecia and Paul today.
Its been a great week of holidays so far. Tomorrow and Saturday will be floorball!
Lovingggggggggggg it.
Sunburnt shoulders, arms and legs. Muscles aches in my inner thighs, obliques, biceps and shoulder muscles. Abrasions on the sides of my feet thanks to sand caught between feet and sandals. Peeling nose and half a forehead. Tired eyes. Exhausted body. Laggy XP who hasn't been in touch with the world out there. All these from 3 days of Dunman High camp and 2 days of kayaking.
But hey, who's complaining here? I had a hell lot of fun man.
Got to know new instructors once more; its another crazy bunch to hang out with during the holidays. Had wonderful students during the camp, went through pathetic sleep hours, came back and went for a floorball AGM and taadaa. Team manager. *faints*
Kayaking course was so fun, rowing is like using every single muscle in your upper torso and abit of your hip muscles. Great workout, except that I forgot sunblock.
Watched Lord of the Dance! They were gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood. But not much of a storyline, I was just pretty impressed with their dancers and violinists. And lighting effects of course.
Finally, a day of proper sleep. I'm so gonna wake up at 2pm.
Monday, May 02, 2005But hey, who's complaining here? I had a hell lot of fun man.
Got to know new instructors once more; its another crazy bunch to hang out with during the holidays. Had wonderful students during the camp, went through pathetic sleep hours, came back and went for a floorball AGM and taadaa. Team manager. *faints*
Kayaking course was so fun, rowing is like using every single muscle in your upper torso and abit of your hip muscles. Great workout, except that I forgot sunblock.
Watched Lord of the Dance! They were gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood. But not much of a storyline, I was just pretty impressed with their dancers and violinists. And lighting effects of course.
Finally, a day of proper sleep. I'm so gonna wake up at 2pm.
Tu m'as promis et je t'ai cru
You promise me Just me and you
Tu m'as promis le soleil en hiver etun arc en ciel
You promised me the moon and the sun, the birds and the sky
Tu m'as promis le sable doré, j'ai recuune carte postale
You promised me a wonderful life they were under lights
Tu m'as promis le ciel et la terre et unevie d'amour
You promised me all diamonds and pearls that I never kept
Tu m'as promis ton coeur, ton sourire,mais j'ai eu des grimaces
You promised me where the roses are gold but soon you forgot
Tu m'as promis et je t'ai cru
You promise me Just me and you
Tu m'as promis le cheval ailé que j'aijamais eu
You promised me I could be your queen and you be my king
Tu m'as promis le fil d'Ariane, mais tul'as coupé
You promised me a white wedding dress, where is your ring
Tu m'as promis les notes de Mozart, pas desplats cassés
You promised me your time of caress, your kisses of life
Tu m'as promis d'etre ta reine, j'ai eu poursceptre un balai
So try to show it wasn't in vain, cause i'm wasting my time
Tu m'as promis et je t'ai cru
You promise me Just me and you
Tu es foutu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu ...
Je ne sais pas ce qui se passe Mais je sais pourquoi on m'appelle
I don't know what to do with my life
"mademoiselle pas de chance"
But i know my rule is no second chances
- Tu Es Fou Tu, Ingrid
The top song on my song list. Goodos to Sharon and Michael for recommending me this song.
Tomorrow - last paper. Yay? "Phew" is a more likely term to describe the feeling. After which I'll be back to Seal for Dunman High camp. Followed by Floorball AGM and MC meeting. Followed by kayaking course. After which I'll miraculously glide into Victoria Theatre for Lord of the Dance. Catch a breath for a while. Hopefully after which I'll be going to Batam to cable-ski once again, this time with a lovely bunch of girls.
I cannot wait. *smiles*
You promise me Just me and you
Tu m'as promis le soleil en hiver etun arc en ciel
You promised me the moon and the sun, the birds and the sky
Tu m'as promis le sable doré, j'ai recuune carte postale
You promised me a wonderful life they were under lights
Tu m'as promis le ciel et la terre et unevie d'amour
You promised me all diamonds and pearls that I never kept
Tu m'as promis ton coeur, ton sourire,mais j'ai eu des grimaces
You promised me where the roses are gold but soon you forgot
Tu m'as promis et je t'ai cru
You promise me Just me and you
Tu m'as promis le cheval ailé que j'aijamais eu
You promised me I could be your queen and you be my king
Tu m'as promis le fil d'Ariane, mais tul'as coupé
You promised me a white wedding dress, where is your ring
Tu m'as promis les notes de Mozart, pas desplats cassés
You promised me your time of caress, your kisses of life
Tu m'as promis d'etre ta reine, j'ai eu poursceptre un balai
So try to show it wasn't in vain, cause i'm wasting my time
Tu m'as promis et je t'ai cru
You promise me Just me and you
Tu es foutu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tu ...
Je ne sais pas ce qui se passe Mais je sais pourquoi on m'appelle
I don't know what to do with my life
"mademoiselle pas de chance"
But i know my rule is no second chances
- Tu Es Fou Tu, Ingrid
The top song on my song list. Goodos to Sharon and Michael for recommending me this song.
Tomorrow - last paper. Yay? "Phew" is a more likely term to describe the feeling. After which I'll be back to Seal for Dunman High camp. Followed by Floorball AGM and MC meeting. Followed by kayaking course. After which I'll miraculously glide into Victoria Theatre for Lord of the Dance. Catch a breath for a while. Hopefully after which I'll be going to Batam to cable-ski once again, this time with a lovely bunch of girls.
I cannot wait. *smiles*