Cross Country meets Drama

It's the 23rd of March. 

Merentas Desa, cross country. A 4km run for the girls.

Considered a short path but painful.

Since I hardly ever work out. I'm super darn lazy. I can just sit in one corner and rot. I'm not joking.

This is my final year running a cross country race. 

It was.. funny. A strange experience. 

Well, it started off well. 

I was okay at 7:30 in the morning. Really fine. Not nervous. Happy. 

Then came 8:00a.m.. I started getting nervous. I started drinking more water, no idea why I did that but I did. It was a bad decision I came to find out later. 

8:30a.m. arrived and I wonder when they were starting. Beads of sweat trailed the sides of my sun-blocked face. ( I was told later I look like a ghost. The sunscreen lotion was too white. )

8:45a.m. They made us do warm ups. 

9:00a.m. The race began.

So as I was saying.. I drank lots of water. So.. After you drink too much water what's the next thing you wanna do? Pee, obviously. And that's why I regretted it. I wanted to pee the whole time I was running, and walking. Ha ha. Funny right? 

The worse part was that I got myself a blister behind my heel. Some luck. Was forced to walk/limp/jog through the next 2.5km left. 

The skin behind my heel was peeling when I reached the end but I'm grateful. Got myself 21st place. Not bad for an amateur.Was aiming for top 20 but missed by one spot. Oh wells.. 

Oh yea, and Red House came in last again this year. Blue house took the title. 

Take 1 

Take 2 

Take 3 & a half.

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I joined this drama competition.

Our class did. It wasn't my idea. 

 

I'm playing lead. Or half lead.

And we're almost screwed up.

Competition is in 3days time -in Taman Sea- and we still haven't got our lines right. Especially since I'm the one talking the most.

Yasmin and Wei Ni wrote the script.

Somehow I became the tomboy who always scolds people and bashes people up because they're mean to me.

Other people aren't turning up for practices and it pisses everyone(those who come) off. 

I'm tired. 

Need to rest.

#StressingAboutTomorrow

xoxo

Growing Up

I stumbled upon a memory. A memory of me as a kid. 

I was as innocent as the breeze. As carefree as a bird. As lively as.. 

You get the point. 

Ahh.. That was me, a while back. 

I remembered I used to say: "I don't give a damn about what other people think. I'm just gonna grow up with my own speed. I don't care about how immature I am as long as I feel good about myself." 

Well, that's not true. 

You can't do that. 

Not in this world.

If you think you can, you're just lying to yourself. 

At 17, you're forced to think about your future. Your career. Your life ahead of you. Where to further your studies, how? What course? Which college & after that what uni? 

You start thinking about all the possibilities. 

You think of death. (Not always, but once in awhile. Say you haven't and I'll call you a liar.) 

You can't simply just go around all childish-ly and expect the world to treat you kind. Life ain't no cheerful rainbow. 

The fact is, you need to grow up. 

It's the cycle of life. 

You can't keep hiding or shunning away from it like a coward. You'll eventually have to face it one day or another. 

Honestly, there are times when I feel that my friends have it too easy. 

What being childish. Hell, they don't even care. They giggle like kids, smile like kids, even the topics discussed are mostly childish. 

I dare not tell them in fear that they might call me "high & mighty" and say stuff like "oh she thinks she's so mature now eh.." 

I prefer less problems than more. 

My grandfather's accident was a wake up call. 

Will be visiting him this Saturday. Might miss church again. 

#NeedToGrowUpSoon

xoxo

The Sunny Breeze

This constant urge for me to post something, to write something. Unbearable. 

So here I am again, blogging. 

This week of holidays have been okay. So far. Half of my week has been spent reading a book. I'm not complaining. It is a good book. "Game of Thrones" by George R.R.Martin. Other than that, I haven't been doing anything of used. No beneficial activities, no camping (not that I like camping), no outings. Nothing. Nada. I must admit it's better that way, more rest, after that horrible exam. I went a whole week with not more than 4 hours of sleep per day. Crazy. Thank God it's over. As I was saying, that horrible exam got me into a horrible flu which led to a horrible cough. Till now I'm still coughing, a whole week already. *sighs* 

Holidays. 

I'm stuck on what to write for an essay competition.

"10 things I will do for Malaysia if I become a celebrity".

Awful topic really. 

I have hardly a clue on what to write. That's a joke. What I meant was, I have no positive things to write about & the title hardly appeals to me. At all..

However, my dad stumbled on this other writing competition which had a rather more interesting topic.

"Be careful what you wish for"

400-1000 words.

Dateline's in April. Not sure if I can make it. 

I don't even have a plot yet. Help? 

I can't start.

Darn lazy now.

Am in full blown pig motion now. Can't seem to want to do anything more than eat, sleep and read.

And school's starting soon. 

In 3 days. 

xoxo 

I Am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live with shadows tost.


Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest--that I loved the best--
Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.


I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil'd or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below--above the vaulted sky. 


                                                   - John Clare

So glad this' over.

First term, done. 

xoxo