You are the reason that I still believe

Everything hurts. My arms feel like they're perpetually lifting heavy objects. My abdomen feels like my brother made it his favourite couch. All thanks to cable-skiing yesterday. Which was completely and utterly fantastic! Ping said it would hurt like shit today. It did.

I couldn't get the hang of it. Especially the wave-boarding. But knee-boarding was so much easier. And well, although I flew into the water a few times, i still made it to the furthest part of the lagoon in the end. Which is not really cool because then you have to walk back. But it's okay lah.

I'm just glad I wore my contacts.

Anyway, I really don't wanna go to school today. I planned to, later on, because I have a lot of stuff I need to do in school. But I don't feel like moving...

Talking to Ping was really cool yesterday. I think the way she squealed when we talked was so cute. Haha! I really didn't expect her to have so much juicy stuff to say. So adorable. :))

We talked for one hour plus near the drink stall. I didn't bring a towel after cable-skiing, being the smart girl I was. So I was wet, with my shirt sticking uncomfortably to my skin. And my hair was crazy dry and matted. But it smelt like sea water which was refreshing! (Not 'smelly', as Ping described it.)

I ate horribly unhealthy orh-luak for dinner. And Ping ate char kuay teow. I told her I didn't really like it cuz' it was too oily for me. Which is weird cuz' what I was eating was so much more oilier than her food. But I'm weird, so yeah.

Had the most tense-est liturgy meeting of my life yesterday. It was completely fine and stuff, you know? Ladies night (and one guy) and all that.. But then it turned into the topic of reshuffling the groups. (My group was not affected of course, cuz' you had to be 17- 20-ish to join. And no one really meets that criteria anymore.) And me and belle was just laying in the corner, looking back and forth as the chilled ladies night almost turned into a total cat fight complete with cake and icing. But it was cool in the end. I think. It ended rather amicably.. sort of. With ladies, it's always hard to tell. You could tell that the animosity was still a little present, even as they ended the night. But it gave way to a spiritual ending, cuz' you know, everything needs to start and end with God.

You know how to look for that silver-lining? Draw it yourself.

Probably a short term thing...

HAHA! That's right... I'm finally bored enough. That MEANS it probably won't last long... like maybe... till next year... HEH.

I wanted to try one of those blogs with poetic posts... but honestly.. i couldn't care less...

What has taken place since January 2007?
Basically..
- I came out of OBS unscathed and wanting more..
- My birthday passed without much injury
- My midyears stunk shit.
- Had another pool party.
- Finals recently ended.
- Having another pool party
- On the verge of planning my sweet 16th.

OKAY, and a thousand and one more things... but why focus on the history of the past rather than the dreams of the future? That's a quote from a guy whose name slipped my mind.

My other favourite quote is by Eleanor Roosevelt.. it's the one on the skin. The picture btw, is of Tokyo Disneyland's Cinderella Castle. It looks AMAZING at night, unfortunately, my not-very-good camera did not do the picture any justice. Oh well, I still think it looks fantastic.

Any friends reading this blog, please make sure your link is up to date... apparently, the lack of visiting blogs means i have no idea whose blog is where. Also, I'm feeling too lazy to go check with people... maybe some other time.

And again, I emphasis that this blog will not last... I can't continuously keep to-date my blog, like Elaina, or Ruby... it takes too much time and effort that I would rather spent doing absolutely nothing or actually studying... which I recently found quite pleasant during my 2-week hiatus off the computer because dear-ol'-mummy thought my term 3 results were horrendous. Which I am not disagreeing with... but the lack of internet has messed with my brain. I had to turn to Dai Di for destressing... which is NOT the best thing to do when you have all that pent up frustration in you and all you wanted to do was to play abit of online games. It could turn to real gambling. Really, it could.

Already, I was toying with the idea of learning to use money for the time-passing amusement. My reaction to that thought? TV. And lots of it. So my mind doesn't wonder like that again.
Anyway, I think it's a phase... it'll pass. Which brings me to ask myself why I am so scared to get addicted to Anime. (Which i force myself to hate because the addiction is fatal.) And then old memories of Habbo Hotel, Audition, and Hana Kimi, among other things came sliding into my mind... That's why I don't want to start reading anime. At least with the above stated, I can a) play it until mother is forced to lock the computer, or b) wait till it ends. I can't just PUT down a book. I have NEVER put down books unless forced to or it turns out to be less interesting than i thought.

Today I spent at Elaina's... I came early and played cards with her while listening to her complain about the people not going. And then they came. Together. Surprising her. I kind of felt quite stupid. Like.. 'Wtf am i doing here? Shouldn't I be over there? Or not...' 'Great that she was happy... hopefully I wouldn't feel so stupid after that.'
Well, things were not really that fun. I don't know if it's me or them. It sometimes feels like I don't belong. I guess in the way, I am a hypocrite. Because my character changes to fit the people around me. Insecurity? I don't want to go there. Not now anyway.
That's just the thing with me. I don't like to express my thoughts online. Not anymore.. it's like I'll probably get those cold stares... and something is BOUND to offend someone, somewhere. Stupid isn't it? I hate blogs. I especially hate my own. Because I think just commenting on the day's events is crazy. Like, 'who cares what happened?' I honestly think blogs should be for expressing opinions... whether heart-felt or casual. Which, i repeat, which cause an uproar with the class the next day.."OMG! do YOU know what she wrote in her blog? She said she thought I was dull! DULL! Screw her!' And then, not a day later, you get the toys that come with the happy meal... people ignoring you... blogging about what you said (in subtle, not-so-subtle words, nonetheless)... and treating you like the 60% off dye-tied shirt hanging on the discount rack. The whole package. Bloody A, isn't it?

It's like that vicous cycle coming to bite you in the ass. There is no more 'freedom of speech' one longs for. That's rubbish. Shit they say to make one feel uncontrolled. Like anyone really is... 'Freedom of speech' is the most over-abused, bullshit, untrue sentence that has ever made it to political vocabulary.

Oh, in case you think I'm getting emo here... i'm not.. it's quite hard to try and say politically-correct things while half-asleep at the moment (it's almost 1 in the morning.) and feeling particularly snappish because the time-of-the-month just knocked.

Any more things to add? Trust me, plenty. But I will not hesitate to slump my head onto my keyboard at any moment. Anything I do which puts my precious laptop in jeopardy, only makes me want to hit people more. And more.