my year of being sixteen has been nothing less than fantastic.
i've been really busy over the past couple of weeks.
celebrated
yanjun's and
vanessa's birthday during the first week of
november, followed by
TP RAWKS which was awesome fun, all the secondary school kiddies were damn
enthu.
we were in charge of captain's ball and i took the slacker's job, being a time keeper.
it was all fun and i made new friends(:
met up with
winston a couple of times and we chit chatted over dinner, thank you friend!
went for training last
saturday and
sunday and boy, my stamina has dropped.
i feel so tired after paddling a few rounds.
this
saturday is the RP invitational
canoeing race at lower
seletar.
sam and
chrystal will be racing using k1,
jm and wen
hao on k1, not sure which guy is using t1,
yoyo and i will be racing on t1.
500m is damn long.
i know
i'll come in last or one of the last few.
ohammgee, such a loser.
nevermind, like coach said, we're just here for the experience, after all we've only had a couple of months of training unlike the others who had trained over a year or two.
coach said that WE ARE STILL
NOOBS, so it's alright to lose.
had
ccn day last
friday, went walking around with a basket trying to sell cakes and stuff with
sarah.
the class made quite a bit.
ash,
rathi,
siew tin,
sarah and i ended up gorging on food.
i remember eating nachos, chocolate pudding, root beer float, cupcakes,
otahs and some french pastry thingy.

did henna on my left shoulder but its fading away.oh well.i can't get a tattoo, so i'll just have to settle for henna.
oh and i finally got the boyfriend shirt (:
so happy.
so far, today's the only day that i took a cab to school because i was to lazy to walk to block 23.
damn far and damn lazy, so i took a cab from home and it wasn't because i was late.
just reached home not too long ago.
i tripped on my way home and now have a huge and ugly cut on my right leg.
the pain of it when bathing is worse than anything.
pffffft.i look like a self mutiliator now.so emo, wow.
math test tomorrow and biochem test the day after.MYOHMY.OHMMGEE.
going through half of my reading and realizing that i have no complete idea what the hell the damn writer’s talking about.
ohsofantastic.
SHIT.
translation, transcription, DNA replication, enzyme inhibition yada yada yada.
ughhhhhh.
sometimes i think certain words eat into me. take a life on its own and kills my brain-cells. emo is bad sarah.my imaginery reflection is telling me - you cannot blame yourself for your feelings. or your feelings that have gone out to play.
i've just read a book titled Love, like rain.
im typing excerpts so i can save them, but here's some - for the lost and loved souls.
people say they "find" love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock.but love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman.what people find then is a certain love.and eddie found a certain love with marguerite, a grateful love, a deep but quiet love, one that he knew, above all else, was irreplaceable.once she'd gone, he'd let the days go stale.he put his heart to sleep."eddie." she almost giggled. "have you forgotten so fast how I used to look?"eddie swallowed. "i never forgot that."she touched his face lightly and the warmth spread through his body. she motioned to the village and the dancing guests. "all weddings," she said, happily. "that was my choice. a world of weddings, behind every door. oh, Eddie, it never changes, when the groom lifts the veil, when the bride accepts the ring, the possibilities you see in their eyes, it's the same around the world. they truly believe their love and their marriage is going to break all the records."she smiled. "do you think we had that?"eddie didn't know how to answer."we had an accordian player," he said.why was he talking about this? what was he doing? was he really with her? like a hidden grieving that rises to grab the heart, his soul was ambushed with old emotions, and his lips began to tremble and he was swept into the current of all that he had lost. he was looking at his wife, his dead wife, his young wife, his missing wife, his only wife, and he didn't really want to look anymore."oh god, marguerite," he whispered. "i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry. i can't say. i can't say. i can't say."he dropped his head into his hands and he said it anyhow, he said what everyone says."i missed you so much."(crap, i cried here)Love, like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. but sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.he spoke of the Blue Man and his story, why some die when others live, and he spoke about the captain and his tale of sacrifice. when he spoke about his father, marguerite recalled the many nights he had spent enraged at the man, confounded by his silence. eddie told her he had made things square, and her eyebrows lifted and her lips spread and eddie felt an old, warm feeling he had missed for years, the simple act of making his wife happy."you had to live without love for many years, didn't you?"eddie said nothing."you felt that it was snatched away, that i left you too soon."he lowered himself slowly. her lavender dress was spread before him."you did leave too soon," he said."you were angry with me.""no."Her eyes flashed."OK. Yes.""there was a reason to it all," she said."what reason?" he said. "how could there be a reason? you died. you were forty-seven. you were the best person any of us knew, and you died and you lost everything. and i lost everything. i lost the only woman i ever loved." she took his hands. "no, you didn't. i was right here. and you loved me anyway."lost love is still love, eddie. it takes a different form, that's all. you can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. but when those senses weaken, another heightens. memory. memory becomes your partner. you nurture it. you hold it. you dance with it. "life has to end," she said. "love doesn't."
the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.
enough said, i'm diving straight into my books now.I LOVE STUDYING (: