Random mumblings:
I'm so anal, its beginning to bother me.
Patches is one hell of an aggressive kitten.
I'm determined to continue running to lose more weight and gain speed & agility.
One book says, according to my blood type (A+), the best diet plan for me to achieve my optimal weight and live a healthy life will be a vegetarian diet. Crap. No way I will stick to this although the ration of my meat and vege intake is like, 1:5
Good enough.
For the thousandth time, I'm going to complain: I hate my schedule for this semester. I hate the fact that my 5 assignments are due in 2-3 weeks time. I finished...one so far.
Pinkies this Sat. Must win them must win them must win them. I want to play at ITE College East.
Saturday, March 25, 2006I'm so anal, its beginning to bother me.
Patches is one hell of an aggressive kitten.
I'm determined to continue running to lose more weight and gain speed & agility.
One book says, according to my blood type (A+), the best diet plan for me to achieve my optimal weight and live a healthy life will be a vegetarian diet. Crap. No way I will stick to this although the ration of my meat and vege intake is like, 1:5
Good enough.
For the thousandth time, I'm going to complain: I hate my schedule for this semester. I hate the fact that my 5 assignments are due in 2-3 weeks time. I finished...one so far.
Pinkies this Sat. Must win them must win them must win them. I want to play at ITE College East.
Put your head on my shoulder - Michael Buble
Put your head on my shoulder
Hold me in your arms, baby
Squeeze me oh so tight
Show me that you love me too
Hold me in your arms, baby
Squeeze me oh so tight
Show me that you love me too
Put your lips next to mine, dear
Won't you kiss me once, baby
Just a kiss goodnight, maybe
You and I will fall in love
Won't you kiss me once, baby
Just a kiss goodnight, maybe
You and I will fall in love
Some people say that love's a game
A game you just can't win
If there's a way
I'll find it someday
And then this fool will rush in
A game you just can't win
If there's a way
I'll find it someday
And then this fool will rush in
Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear
Tell me, tell me that you love me too
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear
Tell me, tell me that you love me too
Some people say that love's a game
A game you just can't win
If there's a way
I'll find it someday
And then this fool will rush in
A game you just can't win
If there's a way
I'll find it someday
And then this fool will rush in
Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear, tell me
Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear, baby
Words I want to hear, tell me
Put your head on my shoulder
Nice song. :)
I bought an Exel Core 3.0 floorball stick - its so freakin' white...the grip's white, the shaft's white (with streaks of orange) and the blade is pearl-white. *shudders* Seem to have a little harder shot with the new stick...but I guess I shouldn't expect much also, because each time I get better at something, I discover something else that I need to work on.
Also, acting on another impulsive decision, I bought a pair of Nike trackpants. And I am eyeing a skirt from Guess. *sigh* Shopping theraphy felt good, for a little while. But its back to reality again.
Everything I like to do seems to last only for a little while these days. Sleep comes as though someone just knocked me out cold - I fall asleep in 3 seconds, I wake up without any memories of what happened throughout the night.
Crazy.
I lay down upon my bed alone this Wednesday evening. 5 hours worth of idling, yet I do not feel relaxed, nor do I feel any better than the past few weeks. 3 hours napping, 1.5 hours reading. I picked up a novel, Anne Rice's "Blood and Gold". With much reluctance, I close the book, and decide to start on the pile of schoolwork which has not decreased since halfway through the semester.
Its been a while since I last idled the afternoon away. Sleeping has become more of a need rather than luxury for me, for I do not feel rested despite sprawling half conscious on my bed. The past week of running, pushing myself hard - left me with a constant ache, exhausted muscles, and a flatter stomach. But to push myself this hard every week - is it possible?
Thursday, March 16, 2006Its been a while since I last idled the afternoon away. Sleeping has become more of a need rather than luxury for me, for I do not feel rested despite sprawling half conscious on my bed. The past week of running, pushing myself hard - left me with a constant ache, exhausted muscles, and a flatter stomach. But to push myself this hard every week - is it possible?
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Memories from back then crept up upon me. Lunch I was obligated to buy back every day, your appetite was large. Your appetite for food and sleep were overwhelming. Where did I stand? Life was all about food and sleep. We lived different timings - when I wake, you sleep. When I sleep, you wake.
I finally lost the weight I put on when life was all about food and sleep. Along with that weight loss, I gained a new happiness - someone whose company I delighted in, someone my equal, someone whom I share a very comfortable (and somewhat compatible) lifestyle with.
You spoke to me as though I lived my life sleeping around. What incredible tales you imagine in your head, what an opinion you have had of me.
Its alright. I'm happy with him, while you continue your search.
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Please pardon the nonsensical post. In reality I'm tired of school, I'm tired of the work that keeps increasing but I could never decrease it no matter how steadily I work at it. I'm tired of projects, I'm tired of trying my best knowing others do not.
Most of all, I'm tired of burning out so quickly for my sport.
But I guess, this is the best time to push myself, because of the long break (due to exams) that will approach once the season ends.
I have nothing to lose, do I?
And I can't wait for this week to be over. For obvious reasons, you ought to know.
The weary mind, and the aching body.
One minute and fifteen seconds.
Your stamina (ie. lack of it) is killing your game.
Nice try.
Had a few good ideas out there, but only for a while.
Is there anybdoy who can teach me how to lose weight fast? Its no longer for the sake of looking good in clothes anymore..its because I want to improve...
There are so many things, so many problems to work on, so many burdens to carry.
5 assignments due in 3-4 weeks time. All at the same time.
Shots. Running shots. Stamina. Speed. Reaction. Game awareness. Passes. Holding the ball. Controlling the ball. So many things to work on. I'll eliminate them one, by one.
Paragraphs of utterings I do not understand. They speak English to me, and hint to me the inner cries of the weary mind and burdened soul, but I do not understand those murmurs. Will all these end after next week?
You're tired, so am I. But of different things. Silent support is all I can offer, to do away with the incessant whinings.
I want to shop. :(
Saturday, March 11, 2006One minute and fifteen seconds.
Your stamina (ie. lack of it) is killing your game.
Nice try.
Had a few good ideas out there, but only for a while.
Is there anybdoy who can teach me how to lose weight fast? Its no longer for the sake of looking good in clothes anymore..its because I want to improve...
There are so many things, so many problems to work on, so many burdens to carry.
5 assignments due in 3-4 weeks time. All at the same time.
Shots. Running shots. Stamina. Speed. Reaction. Game awareness. Passes. Holding the ball. Controlling the ball. So many things to work on. I'll eliminate them one, by one.
Paragraphs of utterings I do not understand. They speak English to me, and hint to me the inner cries of the weary mind and burdened soul, but I do not understand those murmurs. Will all these end after next week?
You're tired, so am I. But of different things. Silent support is all I can offer, to do away with the incessant whinings.
I want to shop. :(
I can't be Aunt Agony to you all forever. I'm tired, and I'm really tired of sitting there listening and watching you all fall into depression, argue about something trivial, and the same damn thing happens again, and again no matter what I say.
I have my own problems too. This sem ain't a good one for projects.
I'm tired of trying to pull up my own grades and having to bring you along as much as I would love to drop you away.
I'm tired of doing your share of work.
I want to scream at you, but my character doesn't allow me to.
Had a lousy game today. Hmm. I swear my eyes were playing tricks on me, or I was totally totally off focus today. Been trying to reflect on where I went wrong..it resulted only in a blurry haze with lots of painful feelings and confusion. Lots of "why...?" and "i shouldn't have..." as well as "what if...?".
"Don't take it too hard." Because I prided myself in being able to play consistently. Now I'm annoyed at the lack of consistency, simply because of my mental frame. Frankly speaking, I've never ran into so many walls in my music/sporting career...I've never wanted so badly to improve so that I could keep playing. Because now, it has become a matter of who plays better.
Open House today. Plain boring affair.
Comments? Seems like the idea of "pretty" to the 87' girls are all of Von Dutch, teeny-bopper make-up, wind-tossed skirt (the type you wear for clubbing), spaghetti straps and rebonded long hair. For crying out loud, I do hope for the sake of the 85' and above guys, you all change your fashion sense.
Then again, seems like plenty of guys like 'em like that too. Skinny, pale-skinned, over made-up and with that CFM look. Pardon the language.
Saturday, March 04, 2006I have my own problems too. This sem ain't a good one for projects.
I'm tired of trying to pull up my own grades and having to bring you along as much as I would love to drop you away.
I'm tired of doing your share of work.
I want to scream at you, but my character doesn't allow me to.
Had a lousy game today. Hmm. I swear my eyes were playing tricks on me, or I was totally totally off focus today. Been trying to reflect on where I went wrong..it resulted only in a blurry haze with lots of painful feelings and confusion. Lots of "why...?" and "i shouldn't have..." as well as "what if...?".
"Don't take it too hard." Because I prided myself in being able to play consistently. Now I'm annoyed at the lack of consistency, simply because of my mental frame. Frankly speaking, I've never ran into so many walls in my music/sporting career...I've never wanted so badly to improve so that I could keep playing. Because now, it has become a matter of who plays better.
Open House today. Plain boring affair.
Comments? Seems like the idea of "pretty" to the 87' girls are all of Von Dutch, teeny-bopper make-up, wind-tossed skirt (the type you wear for clubbing), spaghetti straps and rebonded long hair. For crying out loud, I do hope for the sake of the 85' and above guys, you all change your fashion sense.
Then again, seems like plenty of guys like 'em like that too. Skinny, pale-skinned, over made-up and with that CFM look. Pardon the language.
I've just returned from the land of bak-chor mee (Blk 85, Bedok) and I'm feeling full/satisfied/near-bloating.
Its a night of good food from the East, great company (though I had to wait like, quite long.) and...*burps* sweetest home. Actually, I will rather much be in hall because I could catch up on conversations with JK or play silly computer games with him...or disturb Scruffy or "kidnap" Patches. But I guess, the bed at home is always sweet because I get the comfort of an air-con and a nice woolen blanket.
Oh. Did I mention Patches? He's the new kitten from A3 (My blk, level 3) in Eusoff. He's probably about all of 3 weeks to a month old and he's the cutest tumble-tot I've ever set my eyes upon :) His life is pretty simple:
Eat (drink from a milk bottle)
Play (includes wrestling with our fingers and chomping down HARD on them)
Sleep (snuggling up to your neck)
Pictures? Here you go.
Thursday, March 02, 2006Its a night of good food from the East, great company (though I had to wait like, quite long.) and...*burps* sweetest home. Actually, I will rather much be in hall because I could catch up on conversations with JK or play silly computer games with him...or disturb Scruffy or "kidnap" Patches. But I guess, the bed at home is always sweet because I get the comfort of an air-con and a nice woolen blanket.
Oh. Did I mention Patches? He's the new kitten from A3 (My blk, level 3) in Eusoff. He's probably about all of 3 weeks to a month old and he's the cutest tumble-tot I've ever set my eyes upon :) His life is pretty simple:
Eat (drink from a milk bottle)
Play (includes wrestling with our fingers and chomping down HARD on them)
Sleep (snuggling up to your neck)
Pictures? Here you go.
| You Are Sunshine |
 Soothing and calm You are often held up by others as the ideal But too much of you, and they'll get burned You are best known for: your warmth Your dominant state: connecting |
Nice to know that I'm all warmth and joy to everybody. Haha!
JK's hair looks just like Popeye the gerbil now, and I'm ash`ed all over again, just like last year's bizzare metallic ash blonde highlights. Just that this time around, its more greenish ash than last year's golden tinge.
But at least its a little shorter so that my ponytail no longer slaps me in the face nor does it cling stubbornly to my neck like a leech when I play floorball. What a relief.
Armed with shopping vouchers from my birthday, I marched into Topshop -- only to find that I don't really like the season's fashion. Bah!
Work beckons again, and I'm sick and tired of it already.
And I'm trying my best not to be a whiny brat when you get too busy.