and this is probably one of the better fan fictions i have ever read.

and sometimes i wonder why i continue on with track, putting in those sort of numbers (5 to 9, three times a week, 56 times a year) at the expense of my schoolwork; and yet it is so totally in line with everything i do, to pour in so much time and effort in things that i know i would not do well in just simply because i like them, like writing, like basketball, like every other single thing i do.

sometimes, i think i follow my heart too much.

and this is not the fucking point. 2 years in track and i;m still stagnanting at my sec 3 timing; if possible, i’m even fuckign deproving. sometimes i fucking wonder what i am doing with my fucking life.

fuck.

whee.

your fuck.

What swear word are you?
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HAHAHHAHAHAHA

Pool wins 6 – 0!

when was the last time you;ve seen such a score!

this is quite funny!

and this singular incident will bury itself into the recesses of my mind for time regardless, of running in the rain barefooted and closing my eyes and turning my head upwards towards the sky as water droplets cascade around me; of pushing the hurdles-trolley and running and dumping hurdles onto it before dashing for the next 30 metre mark; of squealing and screaming for no apparent reason when thunder flashes and of ducking down and away from the hurdles together with the rest of my trackmates before standing up and laughing madly again.

we seek solace in madness and turmoil.

and i don’t like things that make me cry but every now and then i will think 10 years back ago when we were still a small happy family that would go out ever so often in apparent bliss and joy and the pain of losing something which you held so dear to you simply tears you apart.

i say apparent because in retrospect i do not think there was any love between you two, nor him for me; i say this now because you learn that money does not equate love and because materialism cannot buy something that is intangible and surreal and pretty and ethereal. and i think ignorance and youth are bliss because you can turn a blind eye to many things and ignore them because you do not have the responsibility to shoulder them.

i think you are much worse off than me, because you are facing this now. take care girl.

sometimes, loving someone whom you don’t know is just so much more pleasant, sweeter than what it would have otherwise been.

food! what i cannot do without them!!

: )

(and i love baked rice and lovely sweet floats at nydc.)

and every now and then, i will invariably think of what mr burge said on that fateful friday, of people falling in love with the idea of love rather than loving someone itself. and now, nearly a year later, i think that is what i will do, because i simply will not relinquish the idea ofm falling in love with someone where silence is the best form of communication because the two of us will understand each other so well that there simply isnt the use of words and that life will centre around us and us alone

(but of course this will not happen. humans are talkative creatures living in a pragmatic world.)