im blogging now, with a temperature of 38.3. not bad, never blogged with such high temperature b4. typing this post seems like doing my philo essay, best

today is a bad day, very bad actually. with the only redeeming factor was that i watched the remaining part of jay chou's secret during chinese. the rest was just, bullcrap.

training sucked to the core. 10 laps of fartlek, died after 6, so unlike me. didnt even have the strength/motivation to fight for the last set. worst still, old injuries acting up now as i am typing. my knee hurts *ouch*

Secret was one nice show. Im so going to get the DVD now. what can i say, though its kinda far-fetched for such a love story to exists, their love story is one of envious, pity, sorrow and joy.

sms vs show
the feelings just different
& i wonder if u had realised
i still wish you were there

its rare it happens,
i seem to be wrong when it does
wish it could common yet gd


I'm not sad, merely numbly reporting the incredible amount of unwanted events popping up here and there.

seeing how i fail to put my feelings into words, its just a bunch of gibberish to many

and seeing that i've just taken panadols, i'll probably head to bed soon b4 i knock out in front of my computer.

Brian Mcknight - back at one " 'cause you know you got the keys to my heart"
just realised

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m.c.h.i.a.| 8:08 PM |