Please don't let this kill my love for the sport.
I can't believe I thought of giving up.
Bring me back to those days.
I just can't get it, I just can't.
And I know that if I don't get it soon, I will close this chapter.
Saturday, February 17, 2007I can't believe I thought of giving up.
Bring me back to those days.
I just can't get it, I just can't.
And I know that if I don't get it soon, I will close this chapter.
It is indeed funny how writing so much for work simply puts off blogging. At least, for me, it does. 4 articles down in 4 days, and this week's reviews were all cancelled due to CNY preparations and such. Weird, indeed.
NUS decides to shortchange us on our mid-term break, happily combining both the wonderful 3 days of CNY public hols with our mid-term break, leaving us with only 3 extra days of no-lessons. Wonderful. It doesn't make a difference anyway, considering the amount of assignments and tests snowballing in immediately after mid-term break. Lovely, how lovely.
And I'm up in the dead of the night at a weird 4am typing away at this pretty-jaded blog of mine. Started since God-knows-when (18?), its four years worth of writing history in there, baby. And how my style has changed. I was just reading some of my past entries and I realise I sounded pretty much like an air-head. University life has turned me into a nocturnal creature, and save for my Punggol-induced tan, I probably behave very much like a vampire already. Lessons starting after 10am means that I can sleep pretty much after 4am. It annoys me at times to witness my own schedule, but ah, lack of discipline. I can't help it.
Speaking of CNY, 2007 is here with a renewed vengeance. The fact that I cut down to almost a negligible amount of CNY goodies last year meant I haven't got to taste such goodness for two years (and more, probably). Cravings come fast and strong - pineapple tarts, love-letters (damn it, I used to avoid love-letters), bak kwa, heh bee hiam, kueh lapis, peanut cakes...I can go on, really. Damn me and my stomach-who-loves-food-too-much.
Still, nothing stops me from grabbing my bak kwa sandwich for breakfast tomorrow. Oh, for the love of CNY, let's just screw the "I can't eat, I'm on a diet!" and all.
Friday, February 09, 2007NUS decides to shortchange us on our mid-term break, happily combining both the wonderful 3 days of CNY public hols with our mid-term break, leaving us with only 3 extra days of no-lessons. Wonderful. It doesn't make a difference anyway, considering the amount of assignments and tests snowballing in immediately after mid-term break. Lovely, how lovely.
And I'm up in the dead of the night at a weird 4am typing away at this pretty-jaded blog of mine. Started since God-knows-when (18?), its four years worth of writing history in there, baby. And how my style has changed. I was just reading some of my past entries and I realise I sounded pretty much like an air-head. University life has turned me into a nocturnal creature, and save for my Punggol-induced tan, I probably behave very much like a vampire already. Lessons starting after 10am means that I can sleep pretty much after 4am. It annoys me at times to witness my own schedule, but ah, lack of discipline. I can't help it.
Speaking of CNY, 2007 is here with a renewed vengeance. The fact that I cut down to almost a negligible amount of CNY goodies last year meant I haven't got to taste such goodness for two years (and more, probably). Cravings come fast and strong - pineapple tarts, love-letters (damn it, I used to avoid love-letters), bak kwa, heh bee hiam, kueh lapis, peanut cakes...I can go on, really. Damn me and my stomach-who-loves-food-too-much.
Still, nothing stops me from grabbing my bak kwa sandwich for breakfast tomorrow. Oh, for the love of CNY, let's just screw the "I can't eat, I'm on a diet!" and all.
Thank you for the birthday wishes.
Hello, 22.
I haven't been updating much lately, being so busy with food reviews and all. I get on an average of 3 reviews weekly (but this week is crazy with 4) so I probably spend my time writing food rather than writing feelings, emotions and life.
Funny how the day seems short and the nights so long. I get up in time for lessons and run till the sun sets. The night consists of writing, school work, reading, supper and finally, Prison Break. Yes, that bloody drama serial is so addictive that I'm turning nocturnal thanks to Michael Scofield. (and the storyline, of course)
Chinese New Year shopping is quick and hassle free this year. Topshop, Dorothy Perkins, Mango and Forever 21. Nothing appeals except for one deep red dress which I happened to chance upon, try it in the dressing room and purchase it on the spot. $48 only. How cheap can a dress get?
Of course, the shopping list consists of more essential stuff like a brand new bikini (everybody is sick and tired of the brown Roxy bikini I wear out to wakeboard every single time), new speakers (I destroyed my $35 cheapo ones at the rate I'm blastin' house and trance music) and a new phone. (The Pink Razr's dying.) I don't know whether I ought to laugh, or cry when I notice my wish-list/shopping list going through a significant reduction in the amount of items I wish to get, but each item with at least a 3-figure price-tag to it. Talk about expensive tastes. Die lah.
Punggol beckons. I can't wait.
Hello, 22.
I haven't been updating much lately, being so busy with food reviews and all. I get on an average of 3 reviews weekly (but this week is crazy with 4) so I probably spend my time writing food rather than writing feelings, emotions and life.
Funny how the day seems short and the nights so long. I get up in time for lessons and run till the sun sets. The night consists of writing, school work, reading, supper and finally, Prison Break. Yes, that bloody drama serial is so addictive that I'm turning nocturnal thanks to Michael Scofield. (and the storyline, of course)
Chinese New Year shopping is quick and hassle free this year. Topshop, Dorothy Perkins, Mango and Forever 21. Nothing appeals except for one deep red dress which I happened to chance upon, try it in the dressing room and purchase it on the spot. $48 only. How cheap can a dress get?
Of course, the shopping list consists of more essential stuff like a brand new bikini (everybody is sick and tired of the brown Roxy bikini I wear out to wakeboard every single time), new speakers (I destroyed my $35 cheapo ones at the rate I'm blastin' house and trance music) and a new phone. (The Pink Razr's dying.) I don't know whether I ought to laugh, or cry when I notice my wish-list/shopping list going through a significant reduction in the amount of items I wish to get, but each item with at least a 3-figure price-tag to it. Talk about expensive tastes. Die lah.
Punggol beckons. I can't wait.