hot babe got me a pair of patrick slippers.

i love it.
i love the sight of my skinny ugly big feet inside the pink, scary, oversized, cute, fuzzy, crazy slippers. hell, i love patrick with his incompatible too-deep-to-be-real voice, his big, innocent looking eyes, his insanely delirious smile,his green and purple[?] boxers, silly disposition and clueless look...


i hate the first few weeks of school, because i dont feel like doing anything else but running away. call me an escapist, but well... bollocks, i really dont know. it's like, 20 minutes before kendo i ll be bumming around in my room, folding my gi and hakama, trying to find excuses not to go. oh, the weather is too hot. ah, there are too many people to squeeze with on a2, its hard to get off; the training is so xiong, i havent trained for so long i'd feel like dropping out cause of my lousy stamina, the jigeiko is too intimidating, especially if i meet up with xx senior, blah blah.
but of course, i always muster up enough courage, suck in the butterflies in my stomach and go for practice.

which,
after putting on my tare and do,

i never regret.


i guess kendo people are all slightly or at least acutely sadistic in some way or another, since it's an offensive sport and the senseis keep stressing that theres no point in defensive moves... i love the shoik feeling of being in the midst of the practice; my irratic breathing; the feeling of lethargy lying beneath your muscles; focusing your energy and concentration to go in for the ippon...

anyway thats kind of out of point.



i cant wait for today to end la,
so quick,

TUESDAY PLEASE END!
*crosses fingers*

i cant wait for tomorrow, so i can lunch with wife, then go out with wei and miao. zzzz.
i hate classes, and lack the motivation to study!

THERE, i said it.
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of feelings....

somehow this haircut has left me feeling like an asexual being.
which might not be a bad thing, but well.

i dont know, really. especially everytime i see my reflection on the laptop monitor screen, i just feel funny. as in weird-funny, not haha-funny. then i look up and see pictures of myself, long fringe covering my forehead, strands brushing against my neck, and i feel kind of nostalgic.
my mother says i look just like a small boy now.
i think its because my features arent particularly feminine.

i've always secretly wanted to be androgynous, but now, after i've become, instead of feeling sexy [if it should make me!] i'm feeling asexual! i feel like a monk sometimes la, dey. *slaps forehead* its almost as if i should start going vegetarian, and chant sutras to gain enlightenment or something ! crazy... maybe im just plain weird....



urgh i cant wait to turn 20!

okay i'm rambling already.

nevermind.