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I am so tired right now. Thank goodness I can sleep in tomorrow morning for once. But the looming workload is so daunting that I’m afraid a restless night isn’t so far away.

Was at Marina Sqaure for my last class outing and chanced upon a Puma shop. Adora likened me to a child as I stood outside, wide-eyed telling her in a hushed tone that the LIFT Racers were in there. I didn’t know if I should even set foot in that shop. Didn’t take much persuasion for me to make a beeline towards the shoes. They weigh almost nothing. Even lighter than my slippers. Probably about the weight of the rather cheap Mphosis slippers. That is really light. The price was disappointing though. But then again, they are rather new on the market so I should wait for the prices to cool. I can’t remember ever wanting a material object so badly. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Girls my age are spending their money on pretty/elegant clothes, wallets, flashy bags etc. And the guys are spending money on games, gadgets etc. And I? Well, call me childish, but I want those running shoes. Real bad. Just thinking about them causes a great flutter of butterflies in my stomach. I don’t believe in ‘love at first sight’ but those shoes…….oh boy.


Out of the silver heat mirage he ran.  The sky burned, and under him the paving was a black mirror reflecting sun-fire.  Sweat sprayed his skin with each foot strike so that he ran in a hot mist of his own creation.  With each slap on the softened asphalt, his soles absorbed heat that rose through his arches and ankles and the stems of his shins.  It was a carnival of pain, but he loved each stride because running distilled him to his essence and the heat hastened this distillation.


sb10062050f-001I’ve realised what my best friend is. Not who but what (besides Jesus). It is running. Or maybe I shouldn’t be so specific and should just say exercising. It does a lot of the things I need a friend to do for me. To be available when I need it, push me beyond my limits, make me feel great, not make me fat, reliable, silent in distress and trustworthy. That’s what running is to me. (((: It’s more of what I need than what I want.

Maybe you think me dumb to call running my best friend. But truth being told, you can’t find all those traits in one human being. hurhur.




I’ve skipped WPD lecture. And have felt guilty all the way home. I can’t skip another lesson. It just won’t do. We’ve been told in Colossians that “…whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.” Now, skipping a lesson, no matter how “less useful” it may seem just doesn’t cut it. How can I say that skipping lessons is in the name of the Lord Jesus?! Not that God is going to punish me severely for this but the guilt and mistake will just backfire. That’s punishment enough.

Sometimes I appear so hypocritical it really frustrates me. In one post I talk about serving God with all I have and just this morning I prayed that God would use me. And the one time when he could have used me, I just ran away. No, no, this won’t work. If he’s put me in school and given me the privilege to study then I should give it my all.

Now, it’s done so I shall use this precious time wisely and get my DDD done instead.

I can trick my teachers and every human being around me, but God and my conscience? No way around those two!


Been looking at running shoes.

Puma L.I.F.T Racer Wn was the pair that caught my eye. Will have to wait for my current shoes to wear out first.















ps. I wanna do the topmaskhead !!!

74410803I wish I could take up boxing or something. I feel I need it. At least now anyway.

No work today again. I give up. Let’s throw the trowel in! What are you going to say about that now huh? You’re not here anyway. It’s me against the world with God. Yea, so you all say you’re behind me. But that’s behind, not beside. Ain’t counting that.

Argh. Don’t come asking.

 Slow down
You crazy child
You’re so ambitious for a juvenile
But then if you’re so smart, then tell me why are you still so afraid
Where’s the fire? What’s the hurry about?
You better cool it off, before you burn it out
You got so much to do, but only so many hours in a day
But you know that when the truth is told,
That you can get what you want or you can just get old
Your gonna kick off before you even get half way through
Slow down
You’re doing fine
You can’t be everything you wanna be before your time
Although it’s so romantic on the borderline tonight, tonight
To bad that is the life you lead
You’re so ahead of your self that you forgot what you need
Though you can see when you’re wrong, you can’t always see when your right
You got your passion, you got your pride
But don’t you know that only fools are satisfied
Dream on! But don’t imagine they’ll all come true


6495-000010I’m sort of caught up in a few things. Trying to get DDD done and it’s not going very well. As if I’m in arid land and my thoughts just won’t form nicely.  Frrrrrrustrating.

Going to train for NAPFA tomorrow and Sunday. No, it’s not about the medal, the cert or anything like that. It’s just that I feel like I’ve got to do well for this, not for the school, not for SGH but just for me. Not going to tell you guys my goal so please don’t ask. You’ll just cast me aside as insane.

Saw the new NDP video with Uncle Dave in it. It’s nicer than the past few years and is so Electrico. Unfortunately they still haven’t learned how to make it intergenerational. Please explain how 7-year-old kids are supposed to sing What Do You See?! Don’t get me wrong, the song is fantastic and so pleasant to the ears but how are we supposed to get people singing along? Uncle Jonathan did a slightly better job when he sang Count on Me Singapore, There was a Time etc. Those songs were so catchy and easy to sing along with. Ho-hum. I’m off to bed.

Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I’m jaded
I hate it
Searching all my days just to find you
I’m not sure who I’m looking for
I’ll know it
When I see you
Until then, I’ll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one
I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?
Oh no way
I’m tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Get here