hello! so i've moved alr :) i think my old neighbours were just getting used to me walking ard in my room quite scandalously dressed(or undressed)...then i m out. guess my new neighbours have to learn how to adapt...sigh poor things. then again THEY DONT HAVE TO WAKE UP SO EARLY.
raina's my prefect mentee! yay.
amanda and i are seemingly the only ones who have yet to scout for a founders day dress. (.:. we plan to go together. hahaa! we even have trouble choosing ice cream) everybody will have to thank me when they all see amanda entering shangri la(it's that hotel right? 80bucks sobs) in a dress. (shern's prob going with her friends...right?)
apparently, melissa lee jing ting(correct me if her name's wrong. but i dont care anw) inquired abt my track heats cos she wants to WATCH ME. that's right! not him, not that guy...but ME. hahahhahaha =D i'm so touched!
i'm listening to the radio now, i've not bathed, i'm talking to rachel and seb, i've lit to do...AND THERES TRG TMR. must sleep early.
(anyway, can there be a 'before its too late' phrase when bathing is concerned?... stupid rachel :P)
grah :( everybody's giving me the 'look' now. i'm only studying at raffles for two yrs!! ac is still in my blood man! no worries. :)
Isn't it strange how everyone wants front-row-ticketsto concerts orgames, but they do whatever is possible to sit at the last row in Church?
trg tmr at mrr WITH MGS! boy oh boy am i excited. and scared.
3k heats in 9 days~
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
It's a Dream until you begin. Then it's a Goal.
i'm getting rather disturbed by his emails. he has been reminding me to be focused which i am so not complying to. and i think hes getting annoyed at me. i think he's getting fed up with me :( i dont like that feeling. of people getting disappointed with me.
oh and know what i abhor more? my mind now when i run. dear me. whenever i'm running now, my mind conforms to the negative pains of it. i don't think of the ending anymore; i don't think how i'd feel after the run as my stride length small-ens and legs pump more slowly.(was it even 'moving' in the first place?) i don't think about the consequences of my actions at that point of time. and that sucks..like a black hole in the universe. because when i finally come to my senses, stop circling my thoughts ard emptiness (a.k.a. stoning) and come back to earth, i'm thinking what the hell? what on earth am i doing?
i'm not focused anymore.
and after the run, i've no reason to be upset. i've no reason to be disappointed with myself. of them all, i've no excuse to him about my run. i'm emotionless after running! i can't cry over my crap trg(i've to watch my words). who'd lament over something he nvr did, something he nvr worked for? (yeah in the dual way) i can't rejoice over the crap training either. then again, do i consider that a training?
i hate thinking over my run. when i do, i'm reminded of the time(s) when i slowed down so as to be at ease (cross country is a freaking endurance trg man). i'm reminded of the times i took the 'easy way out'. i am reminded of the time when i gave up. i'm a weakling. i'm a chicken. i'm a whateverweakthingsthereareintheworld. and i'm as healthy as can be. am i still running for Christ?
ok i think i'm fine after all the rambling. (i'm getting very nervous abt tmr's trg. abt facing the same feelings all over again.) --> it's not that i don't put in effort; i do! but not all my effort(in trg). and i dont know why. and it's such a baseless excuse. i'm portraying myself as a defeat. blah.
on to some humour(hahahaa):
Strive to be at the top because the bottom is already crowded.
Keith Davis
i'm getting rather disturbed by his emails. he has been reminding me to be focused which i am so not complying to. and i think hes getting annoyed at me. i think he's getting fed up with me :( i dont like that feeling. of people getting disappointed with me.
oh and know what i abhor more? my mind now when i run. dear me. whenever i'm running now, my mind conforms to the negative pains of it. i don't think of the ending anymore; i don't think how i'd feel after the run as my stride length small-ens and legs pump more slowly.(was it even 'moving' in the first place?) i don't think about the consequences of my actions at that point of time. and that sucks..like a black hole in the universe. because when i finally come to my senses, stop circling my thoughts ard emptiness (a.k.a. stoning) and come back to earth, i'm thinking what the hell? what on earth am i doing?
i'm not focused anymore.
and after the run, i've no reason to be upset. i've no reason to be disappointed with myself. of them all, i've no excuse to him about my run. i'm emotionless after running! i can't cry over my crap trg(i've to watch my words). who'd lament over something he nvr did, something he nvr worked for? (yeah in the dual way) i can't rejoice over the crap training either. then again, do i consider that a training?
i hate thinking over my run. when i do, i'm reminded of the time(s) when i slowed down so as to be at ease (cross country is a freaking endurance trg man). i'm reminded of the times i took the 'easy way out'. i am reminded of the time when i gave up. i'm a weakling. i'm a chicken. i'm a whateverweakthingsthereareintheworld. and i'm as healthy as can be. am i still running for Christ?
ok i think i'm fine after all the rambling. (i'm getting very nervous abt tmr's trg. abt facing the same feelings all over again.) --> it's not that i don't put in effort; i do! but not all my effort(in trg). and i dont know why. and it's such a baseless excuse. i'm portraying myself as a defeat. blah.
on to some humour(hahahaa):
Strive to be at the top because the bottom is already crowded.
Keith Davis
Friday, June 16, 2006

church camp was great. it was a great time for fellowshipping with our fellow bros&siss in christ. shan't bother to recount the whole camp cos it was really eventful. okay maybe i'll just quote joshua(hahahaha)
"...from boys to men; now back to boys again."
(then we played di-di-di fingergame hahaha)
i like this story:
There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak...
"I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright. I stopped the lad and asked, "What you got there, son?" "Just some old birds," came the reply.
"What are you gonna do with them?" I asked.
"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time"
"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do?"
"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."
The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?"
"Why, you don't want them birds, mister. They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"
"How much?" the pastor asked again.
The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"
The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone.
The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free.
Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story.
One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"
"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.
Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"
"And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked. "Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.
"How much do you want for them?" Jesus
asked
"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you.
You don't want those people!!"
"How much?" He asked again.
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."
Jesus said, "DONE!"
Then He paid the price.
The pastor picked up the cage he opened the door and he walked from the pulpit.
Friday, June 09, 2006
hey guys, i won't be around from 10-13thjune cos of my church camp at malaysia. anything impt pls do not hesitate to sms me. my phone will still be with me. see you guys till then
(gosh i sound like some big shot ay. hahaha i just have this hunch that smth impt is gonna crop up lah)
anyway i think i'm falling sick, or maybe i alr have fallen. pls pray for me! thanks :)
shit man. i cant believe i'm crying.reason being:my maid is leaving. gosh i'm not even that close to her what s wrong with me
(gosh i sound like some big shot ay. hahaha i just have this hunch that smth impt is gonna crop up lah)
anyway i think i'm falling sick, or maybe i alr have fallen. pls pray for me! thanks :)
shit man. i cant believe i'm crying.reason being:my maid is leaving. gosh i'm not even that close to her what s wrong with me
Monday, June 05, 2006
What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be there?
What would you do if for every moment you were truly happy there would be 10 moments of sadness?
What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt?
I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you again in my life, you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life. I look up to you, respect you, and truly cherish you.
ok pestered(=P) to update but nth much going on in my life so there. though it's a chain mail, that's how i feel towards all my friends :)everybodys character is shaped by God and i cant hate anyone cos of that. but...i'm human; with love comes hatred. if your personality is not my type, you wldnt be here. so yes.
(this is seriuosly not getting anywhere) OH YES. trg today was good good good! :) i didnt do an exceptionally well trg but after 5 trgs, i've finally properly completed a trg and hit all the timings! except one cos of wrong pacing. yeahhhh!!! i'm so happy :) so happy that i'm conversing with an acquaintance from...you'll nvr guess. chinese high. hahaha. ok i dont hate him it's just the sch. i've confirmed my doubts; they do lead a sad life. he finds that my punny jokes are 'one level higher' than he has heard.
here's one(it's actually a crossie one):
what did the sea say to the shore?
nth it just waved!
What would you do if for every moment you were truly happy there would be 10 moments of sadness?
What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell them how you felt?
I just wanted to say, even if I never talk to you again in my life, you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life. I look up to you, respect you, and truly cherish you.
ok pestered(=P) to update but nth much going on in my life so there. though it's a chain mail, that's how i feel towards all my friends :)everybodys character is shaped by God and i cant hate anyone cos of that. but...i'm human; with love comes hatred. if your personality is not my type, you wldnt be here. so yes.
(this is seriuosly not getting anywhere) OH YES. trg today was good good good! :) i didnt do an exceptionally well trg but after 5 trgs, i've finally properly completed a trg and hit all the timings! except one cos of wrong pacing. yeahhhh!!! i'm so happy :) so happy that i'm conversing with an acquaintance from...you'll nvr guess. chinese high. hahaha. ok i dont hate him it's just the sch. i've confirmed my doubts; they do lead a sad life. he finds that my punny jokes are 'one level higher' than he has heard.
here's one(it's actually a crossie one):
what did the sea say to the shore?
nth it just waved!
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