Wednesday, May 31, 2006
What doesn't kill you , makes you stronger
I am officially chao-ta. The weather was INSANELY HOT! and joy oh joy , the hurdles were lined up facing the sun. Now my face's red/brown/black? what not. My back is not helping me either. Fortunately, the silly pain above my ankle has taken its leave.
After today's training, I can officially cross 6 hurdles. It's not your best
I sincerely hope Mr Funky will be fine. Really really hope
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It is evident you don't like something about me. I don't seem to be part of your animated conversations ( not like i want to ) I never seem to say something that is of your interest. Tell me, need I morph myself into a cheerful and bubbly being like you in order to maintain some sort of communication. I will not for its my hard of hearing which disses you off sometimes. Perhaps your words arent for me to hear.
I am unsightly. Unlike you. I hardly improve , unlike you. Good for you that you are always under scrutiny and attended to at the slightest evidence of discomfort. Good for you that you receive such prompt and enthusiastic comments while I shamelessly approach for just a little just a little advice.
Tell me, why is everything so different now?
I really miss SN track. I miss all the skills trainings where the trackers would hang out with the swimmers in the gym and have so much fun talking about the one who teached us maths .
I miss so much the intense and crazy trainings that would not allow us to slacken even for a second. I miss so much the tight scrutiny that we had to shoulder and perform under much pressure. I miss pissing off Ms Chan and Ms Lim during the times I had not done my best. I miss so much that they cheer me on after that , understanding that I had tried my best after that. I thank SN track very much for that 2 short but wonderful years. I want it so badly so badly.
Tell me, it really does make a difference. A very significant difference. Give me the warmth and love that I had. The cheering on that I long to hear. The times which I fear that I had too much to do in too little time. The fear which I constantly carried ... that I would let them down.
Now that I am here clad in all red. I somehow do not feel the fire and passion I ought to have. I have been stuck down here for too long. It sucks having to fall all the way down and get all injured but not die.
Sad I may say, but what does not kill you makes you stronger. I have more power in my strides. Thank you Mr Yeo , is that all ? ¶ 8:00 AM
I am officially chao-ta. The weather was INSANELY HOT! and joy oh joy , the hurdles were lined up facing the sun. Now my face's red/brown/black? what not. My back is not helping me either. Fortunately, the silly pain above my ankle has taken its leave.
After today's training, I can officially cross 6 hurdles. It's not your best
I sincerely hope Mr Funky will be fine. Really really hope
-
It is evident you don't like something about me. I don't seem to be part of your animated conversations ( not like i want to ) I never seem to say something that is of your interest. Tell me, need I morph myself into a cheerful and bubbly being like you in order to maintain some sort of communication. I will not for its my hard of hearing which disses you off sometimes. Perhaps your words arent for me to hear.
I am unsightly. Unlike you. I hardly improve , unlike you. Good for you that you are always under scrutiny and attended to at the slightest evidence of discomfort. Good for you that you receive such prompt and enthusiastic comments while I shamelessly approach for just a little just a little advice.
Tell me, why is everything so different now?
I really miss SN track. I miss all the skills trainings where the trackers would hang out with the swimmers in the gym and have so much fun talking about the one who teached us maths .
I miss so much the intense and crazy trainings that would not allow us to slacken even for a second. I miss so much the tight scrutiny that we had to shoulder and perform under much pressure. I miss pissing off Ms Chan and Ms Lim during the times I had not done my best. I miss so much that they cheer me on after that , understanding that I had tried my best after that. I thank SN track very much for that 2 short but wonderful years. I want it so badly so badly.
Tell me, it really does make a difference. A very significant difference. Give me the warmth and love that I had. The cheering on that I long to hear. The times which I fear that I had too much to do in too little time. The fear which I constantly carried ... that I would let them down.
Now that I am here clad in all red. I somehow do not feel the fire and passion I ought to have. I have been stuck down here for too long. It sucks having to fall all the way down and get all injured but not die.
Sad I may say, but what does not kill you makes you stronger. I have more power in my strides. Thank you Mr Yeo , is that all ? ¶ 8:00 AM
