Toenails (or Lack Thereof)

Sarah, please stop destroying your poor toenails.

In the morning, I joined the others for breakfast at Sunrise McD. I didn't know how to turn into the damn place so I ended up passing Sunrise tower and had to park at Gurney. Whoops. I brought a fruit salad for everyone to make their meal more balanced (=P) and I brought another huge tupperware for myself because I am a stingy bugger, and I need my second breakfast and all the calories I can get. (?)

Went for RPM today. Since it was Rafael's first class back after his 3 week honeymoon, my decision to go was Suicidal Attempt No. 1. If I am mad enough I will go for Suicidal Attempt No. 2 tomorrow at ten a.m. but I think I'd prefer a nice run. In fact I should actually go for both but Mum will kill me. "TOO MUCH EXERCISE BLABLABLABLABLABLABLABLABLABLABLA".. "TAKE YOUR CALTRATE BLABLABLABLABLA". Mmmm hmmm. Well I have been taking my Caltrate Mum even though you have to remind me every night.

A few days ago, my parents said "Sarah, please sit down and explain to us what is the difference between a blog, Facebook and Twitter." OMGWTFBBQ?!?!

MILEAGE MILEAGE MILEAGE. 12 + 8 + 21 + 7 + ....

Did I mention that I need to stop destroying my toenails?

S-Tag, Grabbed from E-Quine's Blog

S-tag.

1. What is your name:
Sarah

2. A four Letter Word:
Soul

3. A boy's Name:
Stephen

4. A girl's Name:
Samantha

5. An occupation:
Singer

6. A color:
Salmon pink

7. Something you wear:
Sneakers

8. A food:
Spinach

9. Something found in the bathroom:
Shit

10. A place:
Senegal

11. A reason for being late:
Sleeping

12. Something you shout:
Stupid!

13. A movie title:
Step Up

14. Something you drink:
Sugarless coffee

15. A musical group:
Sixpence None the Richer

16. An animal:
Snake

My Poor Lovely Man

Since I haven't blogged about him for quite a while, I will entertain and enlighten all of you, O Readers of my Blog.

Selection of quotes by Rafael Nadal:

After the Australian Open final -
"I just win for sure an important title for my career. But I no better five hours before than now, no? That's the true, no? When you win an important match, but you have to know before the match who you are and after the match you have to know who you are, too. You are the same, no?"

After the match against Andy Roddick
"If I'm not playing at my best level normally I didn't have a lot of loses in first, second round. Hopefully. You understand right now, no? But, yeah, that's what I did well all my career, no? That's a mentality thing: Being positive and accept if you are not playing your best, you have to fight.

BNP Paribas Open Indian Wells
After the final against Andy Murray
"You're asking every day to improve, and I would love to continuing to improve all my life. I'm trying to improve always. But, you know, improve, if you watch me yesterday, what I improve from yesterday to today, I didn't improve nothing. That's the true. Every day, asked the same question, and I answer the same question. Sure, I would love to continue improve the serve, the volley, the winner, play more inside the court and more aggressive. But that's a process. I think I improve it for the last few years, but I have to continuing improve."

After his loss to Juan-Martin Del Potro in Miami -
"I played really bad all the time. When I have it 3-love in the third, I played worse. It was amazing disaster."

After the semi final in Madrid against Novak Djokovic -
"If I don’t fight here (in Spain), when am I going to fight?"

BNP Paribas Open Indian Wells -
At the press conference after his quarterfinal win over Juan-Martin del Potro, Nadal showed up with two chocolate chip cookies and started to eat them. His reponse to the questions about this -
"My opinion, you can eat everything. Well, before the match maybe don't have five cookies or one steak, but my opinion, you can eat everything in the right time. If I eat right now, 20 cookies, maybe I gonna have indigestion tonight. If I eat two, three cookies, maybe it's OK. Maybe not for the stomach, no, but for the head it's better. In the end, the important thing is to be mentally okay."

And finally, from his press conference in Indian Wells after he and Marc Lopez won their first round doubles match.
Q. Roger Federer and Allegro took two games from the Bryans. Do you have a target higher than that?
RAFAEL NADAL: Win three.

(Taken from www.vamosbrigade.com)

I like Murphy

Friends come and go, but enemies accumulate.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

Got the full breakdown of all my IB marks..

.... HAHAHAHAHA

He Says

"Don't stop til' you get enough"

..that means I can never stop

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SARAHHHH CONTROL YOURSELF!

Saturday Morning Run

Just came back from interval runs with the WWWarriors. We did sprints of 800m and then had a recovery run of 330m. We did this 8 times. Very fun. Sam is scarily fast. He was supposed to take 4 minutes to run 800m, instead he did 3.10! Sweat. I just lumber on far behind. Haha!

Contemplating whether or not to go out for morning coffee because I need my quadraple shot Americano with less water (i.e. thick, viscous and extremely potent) or whether I should just make my own and leave for gym later.

I have almost finished Human Traces by Sebastian Faulks and it is an excellent, excellent book and I will, from now on, list it down as one of my favourites of all time. EVERYONE PLEASE GO READ IT. It will make you question the basic fundamentals of what it really means to be human; to have thoughts and emotions and to often act against our own understanding. This is basically what I plan to dedicate the rest of my life to studying.

Will be bringing my stuff to the lovely Jing Min's house later to sell at her Garage Sale although that will be after lunch so I don't know whether the crowd would have dwindled or not.

I need to bathe. Ciao.

Public Enemies

Went to watch it alone because I'm just that cool.

Quote:

Jing Min: I heard there's a lot of bullets flying

Me: Yeah basically the whole movie is just bullets flying until they finally hit their target when at the end he dies.

-.-

I am bored and everyone is sleeping

1. From now on, you can't tell lies.
No point lying

2. Are you ready?
This is a pointless rhetorical question since I'm going to continue with the survey anyway

3. Think back six months ago, were you single?
NO I was married to my Chemistry textbook

4. What do you carry with you at all times?
Extra baggage

5. When you say you don't care, do you mean it?
Yes

6. How are you feeling?
Annoyed

7. Is something wrong right now?
There is always something wrong

8. Are you mad at someone?
More than one

9. What's on your mind?
( )

10. Are you jealous of someone right now?
Do I really need to be jealous of anyone?

11. Do you have a piggy bank that's actually shaped like a pig?
I have a bank account

12. Do you want to start over with anyone?
Not really. I treat people how I think they should be treated.

13. Do you know if anyone likes you?
That's not a primary concern

14. Are you good at hiding your feelings?
Shouldn't you ask other people that

15. What are you supposed to be doing right now?
Nothing

16. True love or 1 billion bucks?
Both

17. Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?
I can't remember

18. Anything you would change about your life right now?
I want to be fitter and faster

19. You have to get a tattoo, where and what do you get?
Tattoos are pointless

20. Could you cry right now?
I only cry when it is necessary

21. Do you ever think about stuff and start crying?
(refer ques. 20)

22. How often do you hold back from saying what you are thinking?
I always say what I think

23. Are you okay with the life you live?
Ha. Ha.

24. Last person you told a secret to?
I only share secrets with myself

25. Do you like hugs?
Depends on my mood. They can piss me off.

26. Do you believe true love can conquer anything?
No

27. When was the last time you cried?
I can't remember

28. How much money did you spend today?
It's only 9.01 a.m. but if you ask me later in the day I will give you a ridiculous sum

29. What are you sitting on right now?
A chair?

30. Who's the last person you IM'd?
Film

31. What's something you really want right now, be honest.

Reassurance that I am not going to rot in hell for my sins :(

32. How do you feel about your hair right now?

It's damn cute

33. What did you do yesterday?

I hiked up Penang Hill, spent the afternoon in Gurney drinking coffee and reading Human Traces, and then went to the gym. (Other mundane stuff like eating, bathing, sleeping, etc)

34. Would you forgive a friend for telling your biggest secret?

No

35. Is there someone that makes you happy every time you speak with them?

Yes actually.. Always end up laughing if I have a conversation with Sarah B or Ibu

36. When's the last time you said you were fine and you really weren't?

I say that if I'm too lazy to explain why I'm not fine

37. Is someone on your mind right now?

I often think of myself, yes

38. Whose birthday is coming up?

Refer Facebook.

39. Were you happy when you woke up?

Not particularly.

40. What is one emotion you are feeling right now?

Annoyance

41. What's the last thing you ate?

4 weet bix, one yoghurt and three apples

42. Are you easy to get along with?

Depends on who you are.

43. Ever cheated on someone?

No

44. Who is the last person to send you a text?

Sara Loh

45. What are you currently listening to?

Lovefool by The Cardigans

Hotness Personified

Gotta love Kara Goucher :)

Pain is Necessary, Suffering is Optional

16 x small round

2 x big round

Around 15km, felt sharp twinge in sole of right foot but it was already 15km anyway so WTF just continue running. Came home, took off shoes. There was a bloody thumbtack embedded in the sole of my shoes and the tip had penetrated my skin. So I was running the last 5km with a bloody sharp metal thing in my foot. It's funny how the mind switches off when you're running. No wait it's not really funny. Bah you know what I mean. I had to extricate it carefully and then put Dettol.

Saw Kar Mun and she looked as pretty as ever (lovely hair!). She called out but I couldn't stop because once the legs are moving they can't stop till the mind says OK. (Sorry wei KM!) We should run together some time. When the haze isn't so bad.

Came back and had second breakfast, extremely large one, and now I shall continue reading The Clothes on Our Backs by Linda Grant, it is very nice and she is an excellent author. Makes you want to continue turning each page. I e-mailed IDP to say I wanted to turn down the interview with University of Western Australia next Tuesday but they called back immediately and said I should go. And since I'm lazy to think I decided to let my mother do the thinking so I called her mobile 4 times but she couldn't pick up because she was having a chat with the Governor. I AM MORE IMPORTANT! -.-

I love the fact that my mother is so simple and doesn't let anyone know she's been a Dato' for ages and refuses to answer when our maid calls her "Dato" but answers when she calls her "Doctor". She is also constantly bugging my dad to take off the Dato' sign from our car because she finds it absolutely unnecessary and self-indulgent. I would agree profusely. She is just so cute. If my mum is a Dato' does that make my dad a Datin? I also find it funny when she suddenly sings "WHO PAINTED THE MOON BLACK" in this really high voice while she is gardening and since all the walls of the houses in my neighbourhood are bloody hollow, the neighbours can probably hear her at full volume. She is also very amusing when she tells us all about the new plot for her detective story which she has been planning to write since she was young(er). It involves Penang Club, rich old Chinese ladies who love crime novels and thrillers, and of course she'll manage to slip in a nice old cosy English cottage with flowers somewhere because that is her ultimate dream home.

I accidentally cut off half of my fingernail when cutting my fruits so now I have a bloody finger as well as a bloody foot.

Bloody haze doesn't help either.

I am moving too fast now

as I have no conception of what it means

to go slow

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CONTROL IS NATURAL

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This piece is far from finished

One cannot mention the day without acknowledging the night. The existence of one compels the existence of the other; makes it necessary. They are two separate entities, each giving way and subseding to the other when the time is right. Despite the common lack of symmetry in their duration, day and night complement each other to form a complete whole. 24 hours. What is the significance of this number? Why?

The transitions from day to night and from night to day are the most terrifying and yet the most beautiful periods of common existence. Sunrise, and sunset: when the ambient light is dimmed, and everything turns shadowed with a hazy lack of clarity that is alarming. The outline of one's own hand blends into the surroundings, and they merge to form a single reality. It is during these times that emotions become most confused, that the borders between love and insanity become most blurred, that one begins to question the ultimate purpose of one's sorry existence. What is the significance of this life? Why?

The daily alternation of light and dark creates a repetitive rhythm that resembles an unbreakable exercise in circularity. One cannot stop time, nor the events that it sets in motion. If you lift your hand to halt the passage of circumstance, you will find an empty palm; a desolate fist.

Tuan Tuan's Shirt

says "I run like a girl.. Catch me if you can".

I like :)

Somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, a leaf is shaking. A small wind blows, and the leaf is shaking. Its quivering dance is reminiscent of a small child shivering: a naked child trying to shield itself from the blizzard of hail and cold rain. The world is a cruel place; and these are difficult times. Somewhere close, a soft breeze blows, and a leaf is shaking.

I am bent over and I stare at the murky reflection in the glassy surface that stares back at me. I am staring at me who is staring at me staring at me. It is a detached feeling and I do not understand it. My hair falls to cover my face. Beside me there is a willow tree, and it is weeping. Its branches droop and its cascading foliage is dripping tears. I close my eyes and they are dripping tears. I am weeping and I do not understand it.

I become the music; I become the silence. I am the darting silver fish in the river water; the buzzing fly that alights on a bloody carcass. I am the single dried blade of grass in the desert; the rock over which waters flow. I am the cuckoo in the bird’s nest; but also its broken shell. I am the tiny vine clinging to the overhanging cliff; I am the dirt that is kicked over it. I am the peacock whose brilliant feathers have been plucked out slowly one by one to the excruciating sound of bones and blood and sinew being crushed under the knuckles of Man. I am the sandstorm; but I am also the pathetic debris that it leaves in its wake. I am the antelope whose legs have been broken; the gazelle whose parched throat makes her die in hunger. I am the proud lion who stands and roars on the horizon only to be shot dead moments later. I am the butterfly; I am also the beast. I am the white tiger who must hide; the black panther who glides over the forest floor in the dead of the night. I am the forgotten pebble that lies buried beneath a mound of dead soil; I am the clot of congealed blood that becomes the cancer that is destroying my own brain. I am the quick tongue of the lizard that darts in and out of its mouth in the span of a millisecond; but also its heavy tail that thumps the ground to an unknown beat. I am the hiss of the wind blowing across the desolate sands of time; the terrible earthquake that reduces life to little more than rubble. I am the crack in the palm of earth; but I am also the gentle trickle of rain that heals it. I am alive, but I am dying.

The whole world is silent, and praying. Somewhere, a soft wind blows, and a leaf is shaking.

Stranger in Moscow

Go watch. Now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IqZvsUbQKxQ

A Moment Shared

I finally allow myself to listen to music now. It takes away the need for concentration; you just automatically lose yourself in the song.

This morning, as I reached the crest of the hill, I approached the back of a brown dog. It jumped; I started. But I couldn't stop the rhythm and so on I went, beat unbroken. To my consternation I heard a pattering of paws behind me. I cast an annoyed backwards glance. The dog was following me.

Then it leveled with me, and gave me a look. I returned a half-smile.

And so we ran together just like that. Side by side, with the wind in our hair, man and animal.

I Ran

20 small rounds of the Gardens this morning

Quote:

Darren I HAVE DAMN NICE FRIENDS says (12:55 PM):

WHOAH

I DO THAT IN LIKE... HALF A YEAR

Lol

Picnic was absolutely awesome. Must wait for the others to get pics. Tomorrow morning: Breakfast at my house.

Just read the Special Commemorative Edition of Time magazine for Michael Jackson and my hair stood on end for every page. Why?? Perhaps due to ability of photographers to take extremely good and moving pictures.

Yes.

I want a massage!

Morning Well Spent, Thank You :)

i.e. intellectual conversations (getting more and more rare these days) over coffee (or tea) was very enjoyable.

Note to self: Please remember to pay for your things before leaving.

In 2 hours, picnic will start :)

It Came Out of Nowhere!

sunshine

that blows so

gently through your

fingers; making

shadows on the

ground like those

childhood memories

we always want to

hold onto, but

always forget,

you know?

can anybody

find the ones i

lost while i was

running

far away from

you?

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Sara Loh,

I like ice cubes and fur :)

(My birthday is 30 August)

NOT POSSIBLE!

Dear Sweet Lord in Heaven

This is what is called a true work of art.

Oh Dear...

How is this humanly possible?

Some Old Stuff

the lovely flame that

breathes from my cupped

palm on your shoulder, that

bursts into an emblazoning

fire along the nape of your neck.

each smoldering of ash is a

gentle caress.

the blossoms of heat are

a pulsing beat, of life

that sprouts along the

length of my deadened hand;

giving it breath,

breathing blood into

the cold, blue fingers

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in this winter room

i think i finally understand

the language of loneliness

like being wrapped

in a strange mother's womb

born to an unknown land

estranged.

as i part the curtains

so moist from morning dew

heavy with yesterday's sorrows;

and pregnant with tomorrow's

i cry like a baby

(i am)

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with these fingers i

press you close to my

chest.

marry you

to my body.

we are moving to the song

but only i sing along.

and if this voice of mine

could become lost,

then it has.

(in you)

tiptoe on through.

i won't hear you

even if i listen

closely.

because my ears

are so blind

to your whispers.

will you ever understand

how deeply i have fallen?

no hand upon the ledge,

to pull me over.

only daggers aimed directly

at my vulnerable

heart,

(i bleed)

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the lines on your palm

are traces of the life

you'd led.

the life i wished i had

(but did not)

tell me,

how you dance through

the light

that filters through

motes of dust and alights,

so gently on you.

my precious butterfly.

your fingers so

soft like

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fluttering wings against

my cool skin.

may i dance

with your fading shadow?

me, living breathing flesh,

and you -

lifeless silhouette;

yet so warm to my heart.

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she is a painting;

an angel.

the nape of her neck billows

like the curve of a swan's wing

and yet you can still

see the shadows of despair

that whisper along the

tendrils of hair

looped around her throat;

a noose.

her mouth is

curled upwards into

soft gentle creases,

but her eyes are not smiling.

she is despairingly beautiful.

i know she is dying and yet

it seems like I am the one

suffocating; as we

stand there in my kitchen

looking at each other.

we are in the same universe

but

not in the same world.

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My Spine

is now officially osteoporotic.

Dangerous

Very, very dangerous.

Sleep

Is unnecessary

4.47 a.m.

Bloody rain

Time to Start

Soon, I will begin:

- Gray's Anatomy (Medical book, not the TV series)

- Mere Christianity (C. S. Lewis)

- Beyond Mere Christianity (Brandon Toropov)

- Saladin and the Fall of the Kingdom of Jerusalem

- The Sports and Physiology section in the Biology CD

- The Medicines and Drugs section in the Chemistry textbook

- Further progress on my scrapbook

- Meeting the publisher of my book "Metamorphosis"

The Day After

16km in the morning. I won't state the time because it's embarassing.

Went out for lunch with Aly, Sammie and Jiun Mei at Tao. I ordered 10 sets of sashimi and finished it all. So much for asceticism. We had a lot of fun. I laughed a lot, which is good. Kept sneaking in veggies from my tupperware under the watchful hawk-eye of the waitress who obviously disliked me because I asked for watermelon about 10 times. The buffet is really worth it though.

Adjourned to Gurney where I watched Ice Age 3 with Jiun Mei, Jolene and Byran (Bryan?). It was absolutely hilarious. Surprise surprise, bumped into Kylie and Xiao Tian (I RECOGNISED YOU WOMAN!), who told me that Su Yin and Jing Min were there. 5 minutes later I spotted Jasryn and Kai Sheng and screamed "I SEEEEE YOUUUUU" across a span of about 50 metres. Jasryn hurt her ankle running towards me. Sorry but I'm just so irresistible.

I also unnecessarily bought ANOTHER teddy bear (which seems to be a trend when I am sad and depressed and somewhat suicidal).

Meet Benjamin

This is really weird because I normally find teddy bears really soppy and I am not a sissy girl type. But.. Can't resist them when I'm sad. There is something about their faces and soft fur that appeals to my sorrow-ridden soul at the lowliest moments.

I really hope Peter doesn't get jealous.

By the way, I'd like to thank my parents here even though they don't know what a blog is. When I got home from lunch today, not having spoken to them the whole night and morning because of my bad mood (despite frantic knocks and shouts on my door, I think they thought I was killing myself or something) I found a life-size poster of Nadal hanging on my wall. They'd forced the guy working at Royal Sporting House to give it to them. They said "Hope it cheers you up." They told me that no matter what, I am and will always be the best to them.

Handwritten by Dad :P

Thanks, Mum and Dad. Sorry I always take you for granted and always am so rude.

Failure

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Punishment is absolutely necessary. Given the circumstances, reinforcement no longer suffices. There is nothing to celebrate. Anything less than perfect is a failure. Therefore I am a failure. 44 out of 45 is simply not good enough. I am deeply hurt. Doesn't matter how many people I beat. Doesn't matter what others got. It's all about me because I am a selfish, narcissistic bitch. This is worth nothing. Slightly off tangent and therefore it is worth nothing.

Punishment is required. Less allowances, more restrictions should do the trick. Life is governed by rules that must be followed. Now we must tighten the rules; bind the limbs and thoughts. This is anger. This is disappointment. And all this must be channelled into making myself even better than before. This is a hard life and harsh predilections but they are necessary. So is pain.

Punishment is the vital, fundamental base for all forms of learning. This is what I believe and so this is what I will practise. It was possible. It was probable. It was expected. It was not attained. Rigorous asceticism should subsequently follow. It is necessary. I know no other way.

Fear

Official IB results to be released in little over 5 hours. For the past few days I've been waking up repeatedly at 3 a.m. to pray. It's never really sunk in, the reality that today is the determining day, the day that everything I've done will finally pay off (or not). I hope for the former, I believe the latter will occur. I'm depressed even before clicking the button. I basically chased something so avidly that I forgot what I was chasing and now the ultimate moment has come. Because I define myself by numbers, by achievements - any little slip or flaw is equivalent to failure. 45. What does it really mean? 0.2% of all IB candidates get that. I need to be in that 0.2% (Preferably in the top 0.01%). See, that's asking too much (Is it?). No point getting awards if I can't get this. I need this (or do I want it?). Same difference anyway, most of the time (as mentioned to Niresh). Ultimately it doesn't really MATTER, everyone tells me, if I get a sufficient score to enter Uni and pursue a medical course. That's all that is required. Ladies and gentlemen, your words are falling upon deaf ears. It matters. It definitely matters. I set a target and that is what I must achieve, against all odds, even if I kill myself in the process (almost did). What occurs along the way is almost immaterial - I run and run and run (literally and figuratively) towards that elusive dream and everything else flies by past me in a blur and I get there and I don't really know what the hell I did or what happened throughout. What will hurt the most if the score is imperfect is the fact that it could be perfect. It definitely could be.

Will it honestly make a difference?

I need to pee.

Note: Bugged mum about it. Her exact words were "Strive for excellence and never perfection."

Obviously she doesn't understand! And she says I have too much quiet time and I need some noise in my life. I don't want noise! I want peace. And the origins of peace and contentment ultimately lie in perfection, because that is what satisfies me. Even though it may possibly never exist. Which is perhaps why I am never happy. I should go exercise now. 7km run not enough taking into account how much I ate today.

Today was Sunday

Did nothing in the morning

In the afternoon went to Wawasan Uni for the REVOLUTION thing

Which turned out to be extremely sad

Because we were like the only ones there

Food Art in the God damned Alfresco Seaside area which was not by the sea side

Pacific West makes sauces now

Cotton candy = gula kapas

Liani <3

Very, very hot

Sitting on the ground and pulling out grass

Having blades of grass thrown at me by non other than Ibu (slap)

Pandai pandai go at 2 p.m. because of me even though the thing started at 3 p.m. I am so smart.

Panas giler

FASTER START LA LEMA

Ok so Dasha started singing and it was very nice, she is absolutely awesome

We sat next to the tent which I swear was alive

And then we sat under it

And I saw dancing toes which were very amusing

And hairy legs which weren't

And I also saw a dance move that made me laugh

It was still very hot

And then we whined and whined

So we left

While the setia(s) waited for their Sifu

Screamed while crossing the road

and also while in the car

Went to Gurney Tower

Saw CAT WITH PRAWN IN MOUTH! CAT WITH PRAWN IN MOUTH!

Car went halfway up the curb

Ha. Ha.

Bought drinks from Starbucks

Ibu nak makan tapi nak jimat duit so tak jadi makan

Then decided to go sit at Coffee Bean with our Starbucks drinks because it was nearer the sea

But then no wind

Anticlimax betul

Ibu masih nak makan so pi beli some chicken curry puff thing which cost more than whatever she wanted to buy in Starbucks

And it seems like I have shown and told Ibu everything (more than once) e.g. repeated and asserted that MJ IS NOT A PAEDOPHILE, go watch him dance, go watch his interview with Martin Bashir, go watch the second interview done after that, shown her Starbucks containers and my new eyeshadow, etc.

Honey, I think we need some space and time apart.

:P

Damn funny lah

Overall, nice afternoon

Not the events, but the company :)

<3

(booby)

Saturday Night

Today I absolutely stuffed myself. I mean I always stuff myself but today more than usual. Yay let's all be happy balloons!

A recurring line in my head does not cease to go away: YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME?!? YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME?!?! in a particular voice. I wonder whose. This is then followed up by an extremely cute version of a squawking bird.

Today, I finished Tale of Two Cities and the only thing I liked was the first paragraph in the book (Sorry, Charles). I also bought another black sports jacket (Reebok) to add to my collection of two other black sports jackets and two non sporty one, five white jackets, one grey jacket, one purple jacket, one blue jacket, one denim jacket, one brown jacket, and two green jackets (I am not joking).

There are holes for your thumbs, I mean.. How genius is that? It's pure genius.

...... now how could you say no to something so beautiful?

I also had afternoon tea with my mother at Penang Club where the waiter pissed me off no end. He thought I was a child. I CAN POUR MY OWN DAMN TEA THANK YOU. Then we went to Giant and I bought fruits to last me until tomorrow because I eat a lot at night as they help me sleep (seven apples anyone? Big ones mind you). Then my mum and I went up to the bookstore which still gives us 10% discount because we've been buying books there for about 9 years, possibly longer. They should give us increases in discounts yearly! -.- (slap)

I also tore off the rest of my nails.

Ciao

Saturday Morning

8km

Now second breakfast and morning coffee as usual

Circuit at 11am

Don't know what to do for the rest of the day

Scrapbooking perhaps

Ciao

BURN BABY BURN (my tongue)

AT THIS PRECISE MOMENT I AM DRINKING ITALIAN ROAST COFFEE FOR A CHANGE

THIS IS A MAJOR STEP IN ADVANCEMENT AND PROGRESSIVE ADJUSTMENT.

I ENJOY TALKING IN CAPS LOCK BECAUSE IT'S LIKE SCREAMING

WHICH CAN BE FUN SOMETIMES

I AM ONLY SUPPOSED TO PUT ONE SCOOP OF COFFEE BEANS PER CUP

BUT I PUT FOUR

YAY

THE COFFEE WAS TOO HOT SO I BURNT MY TONGUE

SO NOW I CAN'T TASTE ANYTHING

SO THE ITALIAN ROAST COFFEE IS A BIT OF A WASTE

BUT I WILL HAVE SOME MORE TOMORROW.

PUBLIC APOLOGY ANNOUNCEMENT TO:

1. PRIYA FOR ME NOT COMING TODAY

2. JASRYN FOR ME NOT COMING ON MONDAY

SHOOT ME BABEHS

*BANG*

Cheers

Another one in the bag

Morning Run

Despite the red-rimmed eyes and puffy cheeks, managed to do 8 km in 35 minutes.

Alright I suppose.

And this is my 200th post.

I have nothing significant or substantial to say, except that Guess is having an additional 20% discount for Citibank card members. I found a bag that was already 50% off so I could actually get it for 70% off. So I called my mother to come all the way from work just to pay for the bag. And she came and was about to pay. And then suddenly they said they couldn't get the tag off. You know, the digital ones that need the special machine to detach so they don't set the alarm off. Apparently the bag was shipped from KL and they couldn't call the office on that day. I bet they were just lazy. But it was a very nice bag. Just my kind of size. Army green with lots of zips. From about RM400 to RM160. Now tell me that isn't a good buy.

Well Sarah B then went to Queensbay to look for it and buy her second pair of jeans for the day but they didn't have it.

So the Gurney outlet better call KL today and tell me ASAP.

It was a very nice bag, did I mention?

I am also eating my second breakfast of the day at this very instant.

Later, I will receive some prize at Presentation Day.

I want ( ).

Anger vs. Sorrow

My mother says anger is better than sadness.

Why, Mother?

Is anger not destructive?

Is creation not the ultimate goal of living, and does sadness not allow for the creation of some of the most beautiful and memorable works of art?

Anger causes one to break things, throw tantrums, scream, shout.

But sadness: Sadness spawns only magnificence, when one lies completely alone, crying one's eyes out, one loses oneself in a wallowing flood of tranquility, sorrow and self-pity. The heart droops; the eyes wilt. Is this not pure pulchritude?