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i never ever knew that i could actually hurt so much i feel like puking for the nxt half hour after that.

i never knew that i would ever experience so much pain my heart almost stopped. seriously.

i never knew that pain could be so unbearable, but i cant scream, cos its totally unmanly to do so.

and i never knew clipping a damn manakin would pop my wrist bone out of the socket.

i juz hope tomorrow's X-RAY doesnt tell me i got a broken bone or something.

and i think i am gonna miss NUS invitational, cos of my stupid hand.

FUCK.

(and dun go on bout my hand saying i got it from PCC or i should chop it off. i have had enough of such shid already.)

grey's

I SO LOVE GREY'S.

and if you still dun understand the reason why i love grey's, or if u r still in active denial that grey's is a series worthy of your time, take at least some time to check out the link below.

its super awesome dat grey's have such a wonderful team of writers working on the script.

simply awesome.

http://www.greyswriters.com/

thanks JY for the link. =)

maybe

i might be missing u.

i think.

stop appearing in my dreams. its freaky.

we eat harder then we train

There is nothing much to blog about my life lately, when its just simply sleeping and watching downloaded stuff and roaming around at home, and doing nothing, and watching my wrist just get worse and worse, even when i already stopped aggravating it. argh.

Went Tung Lok Seafood at East Coast Park today for lunch buffet with the team. and seriously, we ate like we haven had a good proper meal for the last 2 months. The damn table was sooo flooded with food, its appalling. at least to me. and i can no longer eat like the past.

Food Food Glorious Food. and its only only the first round out of subsequent many...

the man who can just eat and eat and eat. and not grow fat at all. Disgusting.

The plate dat ended the whole event. 30 egg tarts.

Half the team ( i think its half, maybe lesser ) that was present today. the people that makes trainings so much more bearable and enjoyable. and gives me the true motivation to train hard, for something.

and yes i am the one taking the fotos.

seriously

8 lanes underwater.

izzt so hard to follow just 1 lane?

the blue line's sooo damn thick and obvious, and YOU ALL can juz keep zig zagging from lane 2 - 4, and back. so bloody inconsiderate.

Libra

Every adolescent Libran's fantasy is to find the Prince or Princess of their dreams. As their lives unfold, the experiences, false starts, dramas, broken hearts and disillusionment they encounter seeking this personal Holy Grail, often shapes their futures in the most extra-ordinary manner. Love and love-lost makes a big difference to the Libran although their often happy-go-lucky appearance against all kinds of odds may not reveal this as fact.

Librans can switch off from the world around then and during these periods much more occurs on the deep innermost levels of the Libran's psyche, than their closest companions imagine. Many Librans after establishing a lifestyle that somehow falls short of their childhood dreams, manage to conjure up a most independent life and keep up an image of being dedicated to a "close relationship". They can escape into obscure role playing - and often this makes them extremely successful business people. When it comes to romance and love, Librans can be difficult to fathom yet in business many Librans discover they can not only be creative, but it provides an opportunity to express the more diverse sides to their personalities. Their charm can win jobs and provides powerful friends. But in both work and play, looking for peace and harmony, Librans often say "yes" when they should be saying "no".

It is a sad fact about many a Libran's personal or business lives to say - many would have faired far better had they remained alone! But for those Librans who do find their secret dream and meet up with their Prince or Princess, that's another story! You'll find them living in some exotic, distant beautiful place, probably running the local bar or restaurant, designing the beach or ski gear, looking wonderful, sipping cocktails and finding life to be the total paradise they knew it could be. What Librans always have to remember when looking to fulfil their dreams is they should never undermine their own integrity and hold out until their dreams do come true - not simply take whatever is offered.

after 2 weeks...

finally i think my room looks a lil decent now. though its only quite half packed. heh. but i quite find it rather comfy, after adding a huge corkboard (which is actually quite lousy, but it costs 16 bucks. so i aint gonna complain too much) and rearranging some stuff here and there.













my corkboard still looks rather empty, so i plastered my training regimes onto it big big to take up some space. shall find something nice to attach onto it tomorrow.

still gotta DIY a small rack for my extension cord on my table, and find something to decorate the wall on the side of my bed.

oh and i think my night light is shoooooooooooooo nice! hahaa! i insist on slping with the light on, even though my mum thinks its an absolute waste of money to be doing so.

ok, more fotos once i do up my room more. hehe.

happy night!

F.O.O.S

i juz did 2km on my treadmill. oh and i almost died.

shid. and treadmills are supposed to be easier to run than on normal roads.

seriously, i am so gonna fail my coming IPPT. which is like, 3 weeks aways. exactly 3 weeks away.

SHID.

i am gonna run twice a day. morning and night.

F.O.O.S. FREAKING OUT OF SHAPE.

fug.

mystery wrist

how did i even injure my right wrist in the first place? i cant think of anything i did to injure it, or even put it to any remote form of harm. its so irritating.

its been steadily getting worse over the last 3 days. now i cant rotate it sideways, or pull my thumb, without feeling as though the whole wrist is being ripped right off my arm.

i cant gym. i cant do statics. i am growing fat.

fuck.

EMO?

Totally.

control.

i am losing my temper so much more often now.

ok so i got an entire mouth full of ulcers. but dat is so totally not a good reason for me to flare up like anything.

control. i need control.

else i will end up like the 2 old ones in e family. no, i am not gonna end up like them.

control.

its been a long tiring week

plenty happened since the last entry. and here's a summary for my own keepsake..

26th - 27th April:
Moved back home from hall. Took me 2 trips in the morning. picked up my expensive chiller and my spoilt nephew along e way back. packed my room for the nxt 2 days, trashed at least 3 trashbags full of stuff from my room.
Took care of my nephew and missed my Jazz-By-The-Beach chillout session with my teammates cos i cant leave my nephew with my dad, cos he was too cranky and might take it out on my nephew.

28th April:
Went to swim, doodled all day doing nothing. got a new pair of shoes. went to the library to borrow books to read. Doesnt sound much, but really, it pretty much shagged me out.

29th April:
The most disastrous job interview with a company's CEO. totally unforgiving. it's been bugging me ever since. how i managed to fuck it up so bad. how i managed to be so crappy. so lousy. intimidated. and its digging a piece of me outta it the last 2 days. will talk bout it in detail the nxt entry.

30th April:
Back to hall to return my keys. dropped by NIE gym in the morning. I am so gonna miss that place. Waited an hour for Clemence to play MJ. and dat retarded CHT won so much money, i think he should be shot. Came back home, supposedly for dinner, to have my mum finish up my dinner, leaving me with nothing, and typing this entry now.

oh seriously, life aint dat bad. really. i mean, its juz a wednesday night. its a PH tomorrow. I am like at home, doing nothing, being hungry. being cranky.

it aint so bad. cup's half full!

BAH.