I'm going to take a shower because a shower is halfway between the world and the bed, maybe paint my nails and maybe let the sadness flood every pore of my body. If not for the fact I left my shuffle at home, maybe I'll run through the night. I'm not exactly sure: its not like there was any thing to be lost, but it feels like even the world I made up inside my head is crumbling; if you get what I mean. Maybe I'll just listen to my favourite song throughout the night and pray for Sylvia's full recovery.
I guess its me and my milk tea this Saturday night with readings and laundry on the mustdolist. Certain points of random frustrations throughout the day but it was good overall and I'm actually feeling slightly sad because season is ending and no this post is too boring to continue so I shall conclude by saying the time has come for me to stop being harsh (I prefer to term it brutally honest but then again its really my pov and could simply be ignorance) and start teaching the world to sing in perfect harmony with apple trees and bumble bees and snow white turtle doves.
I just want to set a goal for myself on this perfect night which is to keep pumping my legs during tackles tomorrow. Oh and its about time to put the letsloosesomeweight plan into action.
Mamihlapinatapei : 2/26/2011 01:41:00 AM |
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Friday, February 25
Perfect weather to bundle up in bed with a favourite soft toy or two listening to the good old songs of yesteryears and if it's not too greedy, a cup of warm peppermint chocolate.
I guess I'm not too far off, squashed in a bus somewhat lost, with a damn smelly guy, nursing a cramp but entertaining thoughts of a satisfying dinner with no odor that challenges all the tolerance within me.
Don't know if its the PMS or the prospect of soon to be in my tummy awesome crab and ha jiong kai, but I'm SUPER HAPPY NOW. So happy such that I went to wriggle and swim on my neighbours bed. Might be the sound of the rain too haha. Ah well, I'm not complaining ((:
My PMS warning system is getting more accurate and acute - my eyes are still stinging even after my anti-wrinkle and renewal mask. So I guess readings are quite out of the picture for the next 3 hours and I will have to content with watching 下一站, 幸福 / trying to fall asleep for awhile.
Okay this is kind of an unintentionally very eventful night. So I was feeling crappy and might have burst at the seams in my room so I decided to get out and run to the SRC to wait for Kaihui after her training so that she can watch me cry. As I was kind of late I sprinted there but there was no one at the handball courts, so of course I burst out crying much to the horror of the RH tennis player who was stopped from approaching me by my very evil (and streaming) eye. I went to the track and sat there wallowing in tears and absolutely nothing. Then I took the long walk back only to meet Xiaoxuan as she was leaving Eusoff. But because my eyesight was so bad I thought she was Kaihui so I said "hello what are you doing here" (on hindsight exactly how lame is that) and redissolved into tears (only then did I realize she was in fact Xiaoxuan). Then I had to assure her I was okay (which was not technically a lie since its part PMS I assume) and retreated to my room silently before Minli caught me in my sorry state. And finally Kaihui is coming over from behind, but after all the excitement, I guess I'm okay and a complete crybaby.
And I guess no one can ever really know what are the things that are better left unsaid.
Love is putting a blister plaster on some one's toe right after she removes it from her smelly damp sock; love is helping someone tie her hair (even when you don't know how) when her hand is full of handball glue; love is putting your friend together when you need to be put to bed; love is not all about the perfunctory, the superficial or the fanfare.
I am still amazed that Sylvia can remember the exact name of a photo album I posted about 1 year ago.
I must also say how awestruck I am with my neighbour's performance. Like I didn't even know what hit me. Under normal circumstances, I usually think people give star players (of team games) too much credit, but for Minli I must say that till now I can see her stepstepdribbledribble magic. I'm just damn proud of her lah like when we tossed her in the air, the moment was infinite. hahaha (:
Mamihlapinatapei : 2/22/2011 02:43:00 AM |
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We come from a great, great hall
We come from Eusoff.
I don't like the colour yellow and I don't like the name Eusoff and I don't like some idiosyncrasies here and there. But I do love the red brick walls, I do love the hall, I do love the spirit and I do love the fighters cheer.
In such good spirits today I even wanted to take a picture with this incredibly (one and only) nice Eusoffworks guy whose name I need to find out. (:
Now that Jiakia is hugging our trophies (to which I must say my performance today did nothing to secure their return/arrival), hopefully this means the end of sun baked days and more sleep.
Mamihlapinatapei : 2/22/2011 02:12:00 AM |
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Monday, February 21
How how how did it become 2.17am? And although I'm at the height of my tiredness after having what was hopefully the worst day of the month yesterday, I still have to come here to say that I love being Minli's neighbour. Because its so nice to whine a little bit to such a cheerful face and comforting voice every time I come back to my haven on D3. Also that I love my pet bulll otherwise I'm sure she'll come charging (:
Mamihlapinatapei : 2/21/2011 12:59:00 AM |
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Sunday, February 20
Some of the most wonderful people are the ones who don’t fit into boxes
- Tori Amos
Floorball is the only sport that I can actually watch until I want to (and have actually) burst into tears. Maybe its the heightened emotions in a very confined area or the intensity or the physicality or the acoustics of the falling and banging and slashing, I don't know whats in it that makes it a sport that I'm so much better of watching than playing.
The recent bout of gastric pains hasnt stopped my desire for some (slightly more fried than the normal sort of) guo tie right here right now.
But 3 hours of sleep before an action packed today makes me grumpy just thinking about it.
Mamihlapinatapei : 2/16/2011 03:33:00 AM |
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Tuesday, February 15
I want to crawl into a bed beside french windows with the natural temperature below 22 degrees and the warm embracing sun rays (not the burning terror sort we have here). Then, maybe, everything will really be alright.
Today is the second time I cried over sports, the first being my yr 2 ihg soccer because my favourite team lost quite sadly and also because, well, mostly because, everyone was crying and it was quite heartbreaking since they were all my favourite girls. And today, because I don't have enough words of my own, "…I felt dreadfully inadequate. The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply had not thought about it." (The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath).
Well, its definitely not "dreadfully" and its definitely nothing insurmountable, and its definitely more mental than anything else. So maybe I will forget about my moment of weakness in about 3 years.
And the word of the month is by far, pain. I don't remember the bruises of last season to be 一摸就很痛 kindda pain.
Mamihlapinatapei : 2/13/2011 07:04:00 AM |
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Saturday, February 12
I know I have 1 exbestfriend because when I thought that distance was temporary, and somehow we still had that magical connection despite all our difference, I read her blog and realized that she had a new bestfriend whom she refered to in that exact term. That was when I realized that grand plans made at 12 to be together forever were meant to be left at 12.
It sounds so trivial put into words, but I would consider the first bestfriend breakup to be one of my life's milestones. I mean people who change partners like underwears are allowed to mope and sob over every single one of them and I cannot just talk about this one very important person who spent 5 of my formative years with me and changed me for the better?
Mamihlapinatapei : 2/12/2011 01:13:00 AM |
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Friday, February 11
I'M TOO TIRED TO EXIST. And I still have some crappy video to plough through tomorrow morning. I NEED GRACIE NOW. ):
Mamihlapinatapei : 2/11/2011 04:20:00 AM |
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I'm extremely annoyed that a whole load of chilli sauce (the fresh cut chilli with jiang you kind) spilt on my small little wallet that I'm extremely fond of and it now stinks to the highest heavens. I am going to wash it with some body shop soap in hopes that it will smell like a grapefruit and after than I am going to lie in bed and lament about how I have not been getting adequate rest which is really all fault of mine.
Mamihlapinatapei : 2/11/2011 03:54:00 AM |
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Thursday, February 10
Everything has the potential to be so pretty. Its a shame how we hardly acknowledge it. Not a shame to the things themselves, but a waste of things we could come to appreciate and the wonder it would bring us.
My nightmare was so real and so scary and just so heartbreaking I woke up shivering even though all my windows were closed thanks to the Tuedays morning horrible fogging.
Mamihlapinatapei : 2/07/2011 01:56:00 AM |
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Saturday, February 5
Sometimes I think of the things I've bought and thought of and done and I think "WTF was I thinking really". Some things are just so unforgivable- like my third pair of pink shorts. I mean why didn't I learn my lesson from the first?
A nice long juicy bitchy (just for my bitchy friends) post coming right up Hahah. Nah just kidding, enough of bitchiness, I'm now vanangelnessa. Yah right- everyone has bitch thoughts (some more than others) it's just a matter of who shares what with who.
Of the very many songs I enjoyed singing (with or without a voice) randomly during my Hongkong trip, I thought this was the most memorable and I will learn the lyrics and how to play it on a guitar someday.
Mamihlapinatapei : 2/05/2011 12:57:00 AM |
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Friday, February 4
Happy Lunar New Year Loves. -inserts the awkward pause that occurs after you wish someone a Happy whatever-occasion and then realizing you don't know what else to say-. May the rabbit year be full of bounty and growth and may we wise up hopefully more than just a little bit.
I want to crawl into a bed beside french windows with the natural temperature below 22 degrees and the warm embracing sun rays (not the burning terror sort we have here). Then, maybe, everything will really be alright.
Happy Lunar New Year Loves. -inserts the awkward pause that occurs after you wish someone a Happy whatever-occasion and then realizing you don't know what else to say-. May the rabbit year be full of bounty and growth and may we wise up hopefully more than just a little bit.