it starts from my toes

spent my day with kenny, clara and terence, studying.
well, stoning for kenny and i.
the day seemed pretty short.

anyways, gym tmr morning then training.
i miss being fit (you're probably wondering when, but in primary sch my cca was track).
we used to train so often, i remember being a stick. literally, i was horrible skinny.
i remember we use to hope it'd rain (we had a song for it. we were in primary school for goodness sake.) so we didnt have to run.
our warm up? rounds and rounds around the track.
after warm up, normal training was torture.
oh i miss those torture days.(in a way i never want to go through that again)

so now i'm happier,heavier, and alot more unfit.
those days are over.
let's see, darn the knee, darn the back, and the darn stamina.
but i hope it gets better, the back esp.


pardon my english, it's my off day


a source of information for some.
and if it does get outta hand, i'd consider blocking this blog.
freedom, that's what i need, what i prefer.
control's terribly suffocating.
i dont understand some stuff,
and i dont think i ever will.


alright i'm off, to friends.
goodnight. (:




do the extra, now.