tees galore

down with a bad, bad, sore throat.
but it's alot better now after half a day of rest. decided to take a break from training. so i can recover and be alright by wednesday.
trainings are killers nowadays. i'll emerge from the june hols either half-dead or disgustingly fit.
meanwhile, am resting at home yet again. there's no way i'm going to be in school for sunny side up, helping a bunch of kids "find a quote" or play "fish a fun fact fish" or a game of snakes and ladders. i think kids are annoying, noisy and they should all hurry grow up soon. save for the lao children.
oh, but i like looking at kids clothes.
am trying to get some revision done. studying analogue electronics for a whole day is an impossibility.
physics is relatively easy to pick up. but really, really boring.
ah!
i wanna go down town to pick up nice clothes and presents.
tmrw, tmrw.

speakerboxxx

howdy.
yesterday was an exhausting but rather productive day.
training in the morning and afternoon. i'm finally going to get a partner in k2. either sara/wanlin
and then we finished a sick, twisted land routine. which involved nine rounds running up and down the hill. and pushups and pullups in between. me and yash ended up walking half the run. the big, ol, shady tree being our mark for walking.
soyeah i was left completely exhausted from training. (and there's more to come in june)
and then i went shopping with the family.
bought a set of matching lingerie.
and at gramophone, we bought many cds!
i bought speakerboxx/thelovebelow by outkast at a sweet deal of 14dollars.
my sister bought the killers. and my mom, boneyM. some oldie group that sings quite spastic songs but nevertheless, cute.

right now. i'm thinking how i'm gonna balance training. studying. going out. in the holidays. and to not fall ill.
speaking of which, the holidays have barely started and i think i'm nursing a sore throat.
baa

if not for dad.

let me recap a somewhat amusing situation..
cept it wasnt that funny at that time.
so we were happily munching on canadian pizzas, potato wedges in a lazy friday afternoon. (school's out for the both of us at like, nine! haha)
and then tada! my dad took half day leave and comes home at like one.
much to my horror. (and an expletive is mouthed)
so immediately he dashes into my bedroom and i close it.
and the story to my dad was oh, a bunch of friends came over. want some pizza?
cept he didnt notice i wasnt very properly clad.
thank goodness it was my dad. and not my mom. who would have spotted everything in like, 5 seconds. and i would then be screwed. i would then, forget bout going out for the next ten years.
once my dad went down for his shower, he leaves. quickly.
and thereby ruining my otherwise quite perfect day.
thanks to my dad.
but nvm. hopefully this doesnt happen again.

rugby finals yesterday was rather sad. 23-0. but
oh, but check out the circumstances under which we left the weights room.
hushed whispers and all that. boggling words. exasperation. indignance.

ah. back is aching. and i'll be under, what, intensive training (all the more with a j1 at the back) in the next month.
i think my back will break. and i will die.

on to happier things.
the gss is coming up! but i doubt i'll ever have the time to shop properly.
tragic.
and with a cheque of 73 from laos. hey, it's time to buy something good for myself.
i want alot of things! i want, i want, i want.

feel good inc

school is one huge waste of time.
but nevermind about that. school is like, washing your undies. you hate doing it, but you have to do it.
alright that was quite a weird analogy.
so anyway. i spent half the day in the cooped in the library reading can u keep a secret by sophie kinsella
did i mention i read all her other books? haha.
and after school i lounged around j8. got a nice black racerback from him and a haagen daz ice cream for myself.
tiramisu. flavour of the month.
i think i shouldnt have too much money in my wallet. i just end up spending on snacks from stall1 or very nice icecream from haagen daz. it's an absolute waste of money.
gp common test tmrw.
i marvel at those who can really write well.how the hell am i supposed to write a four-page essay on whether it's more important to feel or reason??
and i got my sats score!
2120 out of 2400. not brilliant. especially if u take a look at my grammar scores. I did exceedingly well for math and vocab/critical reading. full marks for math and 710 for the latter. meaning, i would have gotten a 1510 under the old format! brilliant huh.
that is until they introduce the grammar section. u do the math.
oh, but my essay's not too bad. 10/12!
hopefully my sat essay skills will come into handy tomorrow.

a woman's place

Welcome to the age of uninnocence. The glittering lights of Manhattan that served as backdrops for Edith Wharton's bodice-heaving trysts are still glowing-but the stage is empty. No one has breakfast at Tiffany's, and no one has affairs to remember-instead, we have breakfast at seven AM and affairs we try to forget as quickly as possible. How did we get into this mess?

today was alright.
my back is acting up again. not very good. am slightly worried bout this. who knows, doctors and mummy unite might just pull me out of nationals.
but it'll interesting to see who rows the 4th k2 boat if my back forces me out.
anyway. let's not think bout that for now.
plans of study was dropped, in favour of visiting a sick loved one.
wore my birkies out. the white is still gleaming. and the shoe, ever so comfy.
running monday's timetable tmrw.
oh, how unfair.

yay!
internet has been upgraded and i'm very happy.
now my blogger tools all work.
haha now i can have colours. like purple yellow pink blue
and i can upload pictures with ease.
but alas, other stuff still annoy me.
like my mom.
handphone, internet, tv, magazines. she picks on banal issues like that.
holy shit, i hope she allows me out tomorrow. need to look for presents for many people.

tired.
coach has been going alittle off tandem nowadays.
with painful intervals after a mighty tough water training.
especially when it's with a j1.
but i always like team dinners after that.

faith evans is good stuff.

ah!
no msn!
because my internet is unbelievably backdated. so it doesnt support the new msn.
and i cant use the old version.
nice, nice buffet at sizzler today, courtesy of youjia.
who won 1500usd in arizona.
and it was jiaying's birthday celebration.
the book they made was especially sweet.
and i, sadly, will never get something like that from my boyfriend. haha.
oh well, i'll survive.
and after that, i still wanted to eat cinammon ice cream.
gluttonous glenda and yonghui ate. but financial circumstances confined me to mere licks of their lovely ice creams.
bought a pretty card from prints. shops are happily pasting sale stickers. very good.
window shopped around.
i want the stripey adidas top from adidas orginals.
oh and cute canada, italy tanks and the stripey ones from fox.
desperate housewives tank from dorothy perkins.
ah looking at pretty things makes me happy.
and i dropped by at ralph lauren.
thinking of buying him a really nice ralphlauren polo tee.
we'll see. stupid ruffian doesnt appreciate fine clothes. haha.
alright.
am sleepy.
tata.

i try

I may appear to be free
But I'm just a prisoner of your love
And I may seem all right and smile when you leave
But my smiles are just a front
Just a front, hey
I play it off, but I'm dreaming of you
I'll keep my cool, but I'm fiendin'

ache

back is aching.
so are the arms.
and so is the poor little heart.

the love trainer

from now,i shall put tuesdays as recovery days.
i shall come home early.
eat nice food.
then go sleep.
i like tuesdays.
meanwhile, there's a teenyweeny possibility that i might be not have to row a j1.
and mummy agreed to pay 50bucks of my birkenstocks.
although i thought she would contribute more.
so for now, i'm quite a happy camper.
and i'm reading the love trainer by julia llewellyn.
contrary to popular belif, i do read.
i do read proper books.
although this one's is a thrashy novel.
hey, but thrashy novels are so feel good.
hmm.. so far the scoop is.
women shouldnt be too available.
shouldnt be always waiting for a text/call.
shouldnt always listen to loveydovey stuff, after all, action speaks far louder than words.
and other stuff.
quite an interesting read.
and yeah, sometimes i'm a little bit like rebecca in the book.
a little, fortunately.

river below

suddenly i'm scared,
i'm scared i wont make it to team.
i'm scared if i do, my last race will be that in a heat.
not even a semi, or a glorifying final.

wonder if i could take u home?

just back from a splendid buffet at suntec.
quite reasonably priced.
so now i'm feeling fat, but oh very happy indeed.
dance afternoon was alright.
not spectacular or anything,
thought last year's was better.
but anyway. it was still not a bad performance.
esp by carol and syn yi.

am pathetically broke.
i think i shld eat less, and save more.
my appetite is too hearty for my tiny pockets.

yeah, yeah

caught cricket finals today.
quite interesting.
i learned some stuff. like overs and wickets. pretty much how the game goes
but cricket too long for my liking.
very different from canoeing.
where your entire 2 years of training pretty much amounts to only 2 plus minutes. or at most, 5.
so anyway. they got gold.
sports season is on going now.
soon everybody will retire in a month's time.
except canoeing, track and a couple of others.
which reminds me,
my future is uncertain.
please tell me my craft soon.
and my strokes. please hurry up be good.

no training tmrw.
am beginning to dread water sessions with the imminent stress.
so for tomorrow, i'll be relieved of that.
i'll go watch dance afternoon.
then i'll go eat dinner with my family.
and then come monday, i'll be back at trng. feeling a little more than stressed.
rahh.

oh, i wanna do sub-12 for 2.4k!
10.05 for 2k.
gotta really sprint my last round.

stuck in a life i couldnt wish away

not in good shape, i say.
right eye is inflammed.
over tired eyes, they say.
god knows why.
i try to sleep as much as possible.
must be the crying. 3 years of contact lenses, i never had such a problem.
well, until this year that is.
so i'm off contact lenses for a while. save for training.

came home early today.
i guess i kinda forgot the feeling of reaching home at 2.
eating instant noodles and of course, ben&jerry's.
then napping for an hour or so.
but it's quite nice.somewhat rejuvenating.
was watching mtv.
and i'm kinda disgusted by those hiphop/ra/r&b videos.
oh dont get me wrong, i'm quite a fan of this genre.
but their videos. are just so lacking in originality.
like signs by snoopdogg and jt.
them singing. and hordes of semi-naked women gyrating to their music.
yeah,i suppose it's cool if hot women dig your music.
but surely, there are other ways of doing that.
they are like, sexifying women into merely objects.
and sometimes, the content of their songs is just thrash.
like candy shop.
oh but i love their music.
just not their senseless lyrics and stupid videos featuring women pawing all over them.

anyway.
back to myself.
not feelign too good.
puffy eyes. and dark eyeshadows. somebody please buy me a good eye cream.
and i'm feeling extremely ugly.
and it's class photo-taking tmrw.
urgh.
broken conversations irritate me to no end!
bahh.
i say, 2005 is an inauspicious year.

If you feel me, sing it with me, come on, help me out!

sats was not too good.
vocab was surprisingly okay.
but the grammar was like !!
i have bad grammar.
nevermind nevermind. but i can probably thrash those americans at math anyway.
oh, took it at the american school
american teens wear only one brand-a&f.
and they do not use mechanical pencils.
yes they use those old china-made pencils. and they have a sharperner in each class.
how very backward.
and i felt a little odd in a whole classroom of angmohs.

anyway. trng was stupid.
i should have just gone without trng.
u see, j1s are either unstable/strengthless/both.
so being awfully late, i rowed with those that had less exposure with the boats.
and even a simple 8k was exhausting.
especially when ur useful partner is both unstable and painfully weak.
meanwhile, my canoeing career seems bleak and unfufilling.
it's not like how it was.
maybe it's the j1s i dont know,.
it's not fun to row with them.
and i just discovered how sweet i am to them. glenda and jt are ruthless in their shouts and rants at their respective j1 partners.
the next time, i wont be nice.
mr koh is so damn annoying.
urgh.
perhaps another reason why canoeing seems bleaker nowadays.
i feel pukish seeing a face like that.
please go get plastic surgery.

fuck.

go away

ah!
damn! can somebody inject some form of strength in useless j1s.
am especially affected.
because i'm rowing with them.
not fun.
ended up screaming at the girl behind.
but really, it's quite a chore powering the whole boat.
am exhausted.
after rowin 10k with a complete deadweight.
not fun
arms aching. back aching.
and mosquitoes bit my boobs and armpit.
how they got there.
i have no idea.

break my heart sloww

civics is a chore.
argh.
particularly when there's absolutely no one else from your class in the same module.
even our good ol' ken jom wasnt there.

ah.
are fake smiles,superflous conversations, contrived laughter better than outright bitchiness?
i dont know.
for now i'll go with the fake smiles. i'm pretty adept at that.

meanwhile, am somewhat peeved by today's events.
the whole whacking thing.
and then the oh-i'm-sorry-i-have-remedial-therefore-i-cant-go-out issue.
trivial banalities.
but plans disrupted.
and disappointment.
the most dreaded of emotions, i believe.
not lashful anger. nor sadness.
but rather, disappointment.
awful i tell you.
perhaps one of the reasons why i dont put in my all in most of the things i do
is the fear of disappointment.
it's a bad attitude yes.
but this fear overrides everything else.

owell. am off.
intensive training tmrw.
not nice.

74th

celebrated my granddaddy's 74th birthday.
nothing great. as usual at his favourite hawker centre.
i love hawker food.
it's cheap and good.
but the service sucks.
like we waited 2349575hours for the food.
and tomorrow's a good ol' public holiday.
plus my sister bought many books from the book fair.
got the king of torts hardcover for only 8 bucks.
so i'm a happy camper right now.
although the magaret atwood one was sold out.
and i had an interesting conversation with dad today.
so he was a crosser!
which completely amazes me. he wasnt that great on the inter-school level but still.
and we all discovered that my whole family took only geography as our humance in upper sec.
and my dad started reciting a macbeth quote that he had obviously memorized way way back in lower sec.
thats like 5982934years ago!
haha. so i concluded my whole family's more mathematically inclined. we're so not the shakespearean quoting folks.
i dont think i even got the spelling right.
and lets see, my dad took physics chem and math for Alev.
and he got a b,c and d.
which he says is better than my current grades.
which is true. but i'm pretty sure i'll do better than that for my As.
if not i'll be condemned to a life like that of a roadsweeper. like how all mamas tell us.