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The pain settled in this morning after yesterday's intense and lengthy battle in the enclosed 10m x 6m court, where i whacked the tiny ball with the force equivlant to a small missle. Today, DOMS has found its way into my muscles, happily munching away on my myofibrils. It seems as if i am carrying a tonne of lead on my limbs and enormous amount of effort is necessary to generate a small movement. I feel like an eighty-year-old lady.
I walked as quickly as possible to the station platform. I looked over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of head lights from my train. Trains move quickly; i need to move faster, i thought. I begun to lift my heavy legs, but the shooting pain in my gluts restrained my movement; it was physically impossible. A gush of wind flew past me. I slowed to a halt, closed my eyes, and let out a big sigh. I'm late for work. Again. |
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| wet-fish market |
The Wet-Fish Market Singapore can feel like London or New York, only hot and
clean. Visit the wet-fish market during the day to see what lurks beneath the
sanitised walkways and airconditioning. There are vegetables you may never have
seen before, pieces of animal you wouldn't want to eat, and in the deepest
corners shelled creatures waiting to have their shells ripped off while they are
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| posted by sciurine @ 8:36 PM |
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| Thursday |
| longevity |
I have been laughing and giggling so much lately. It's actually quite scary. A couple of days ago, I was standing at a bus stop and heard a middle-aged women's phone go off with the "Merry Christmas" ringtone - finally, someone in this world is more lost and dazed than myself! I was standing there all by myself giggling away under my breath. Strangers around me must've thought i was a weirdo. But as i've been told today, who cares! I can't agree more with this statement. Last night i watched a bit of American Dad and the randomness got me started again...
I figure it's quite easy to get me into a good mood, but it's just as easy getting me out of it. Would you call this moody? Please don't be honest.
I just read this chinese proverb:
A smile will gain you ten more years of life. If you count how many times i've smiled today, i think i can surely get pass the 100 mark with ease. Another thing i realised about myself is that i lose apetite when i'm upset but gain it when i'm happy. So, i have been eating a lot. For lunch today, i managed to finish 2 platefuls of pasta, 3 servings of garlic bread, and scoffed down 2 large-sized meat lovers pizzas. I wonder what was going through my little mind when i decided to step up to the pizza-scoffing contest. I felt so bloated after it, but so satisfied. Back to the proverb: if i smile when i'm happy; and a smile gains me ten more years of life; but i eat heaps when i'm happy; then i become obese; lifespan is cut short because of obesity; then wouldn't that just bring me back to the beginning and prove that proverb wrong?? I wish there's a button that just turns my brain off... |
| posted by sciurine @ 6:52 PM |
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| Monday |
| Bandwagon |
| I pity those who have not yet found themselves on the bandwagon yet. I can't believe i'm actually heading out to fed square on this dark, cold, winter's night. I hope it's worth it. |
| posted by sciurine @ 7:50 PM |
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I cleaned for 4 hours straight today. I repeat, 4 HOURS. No wonder why i've got grandma wrinkles on my hand.
Please don't get the impression that i'm a clean freak. I tend to like cleaniness, but certainly not to the extent that i'll ever spend 4 hours cleaning - unless i was back at maccas, where i had to. Today, no-one forced me. I walked out into my backyard after my run just to find clothes still on the line from two days ago, my dog burrowing her way into two gigantic holes, and the floors all covered in dirt. Now, being a girl, how can i possibly step back into the house and pretend i saw nothing.
Before i go any further, i must make the point that the house is not always a mess. Mum's been away for two weeks enjoying the sunshine in Vietnam, and left me with three males to look after the house. Hate to generalise, but boys just can't clean.
So, my journey begins...
- Took all the clothes off the line and folded them neatly and packed them away.
- Hand -washed all my handwashable clothes and hung them out.
- Put on some music.
- Gave my dog a good long bath, used sunsilk shampoo and conditioner on her.
- Whacked my thigh against a metal door.
- Scrubbed the floors outside.
- Dropped a container of fish food on my foot.
- Had a Krispy Kreme donut.
- Scrubbed harder.
- A briuse showed up on my foot.
- Cleaned the kitchen area.
- Vaccumed and spray-n-wiped the car - found 6 dollars worth in coins whilst i was at it :)
- Learnt never to put cold frozen hands in hot water ever again-it burns!
- Had another Krispy Kreme donut.
So tired right now, but so satisfied. It takes a lot to get me started, but once i'm started, you can't stop me. I'm referring to cleaning here - think no further. Whilst i was busying myself with pine-o-clean and a cloth, david was engrosed in his warcraft adventure. |
| posted by sciurine @ 6:41 PM |
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| Sunday |
| addiction |
| I promise this is going to be my last post for tonight. I think my plan to rid my addiction to my phone isn't working. Now i am addicted to both blogging and my phone. I wonder if quitters ever find themselves get addicted to both nicotine and nicorette at the same time..hmm.. |
| posted by sciurine @ 8:59 PM |
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| arrghh..Guy and Sarah off "It takes two" have ruined that beautiful song written by Neil Diamond, "I'm a believer." Never watching that awful show again! |
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| I have just witnessed, on television, two biggest nightmares a girl can ever endure. First, is to wear a bra-less V-necked dress that doesn't quite cover the the important parts. By that, i mean the areolar tissue bit. Second, is to be doing a catwalk on a stage in a public shopping mall, have your skirt catch on to your stiletto and ripped off you, revealing your bum cheeks and G-string to the audience. That is exactly what happened to Jennifer Hawkins. Now, i guess if have legs and bum like hers, there's really everything to show and nothing to complain about! But i'd really prefer not to be in either of those situations. |
| posted by sciurine @ 7:47 PM |
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| Saturday |
| Himalayan rabbits |
| I learnt a really interesting fact from my brother today, about himalayan rabbits. These rabbits generally small in stature, appear white with red eyes, with a long, pointy head and erect ears. What makes these rabbits interesting is their tendency to mutate from generation to generation. Apparently, if you shave off a patch of fur off the mother rabbit before she gives birth, then that shaven area will appear black in the preceding generations. How awesome who that be! Imagine making little dalmation rabbits with black and white spots! It can be quite cruel to the mother rabbit, but as long as the babies look cute..right? |
| posted by sciurine @ 9:48 PM |
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I cannot believe paula. This is absolutely ridiculous! Arrgghh..i'm so angry. I've known this girl for 8 years now, and i knew that she's always a late one, but certainly not someone who would bail on a friend. In fact, everyone at school knew that. At Valedictory Night back in year 12, she won the late person award and was presented with a certificate and an alarm clock by the Principal. Okay, that's beside the point.
The reason i'm angry is that she was begging me over the phone last night to come for her house warming party. I really didn't want to go simply because i know her crowd of friends aren't my type. They are all asians who club, smoke and drink all the time. I hate to generalise, but it's the truth. So, i told her that last night and offered to catch up some other time for lunch. But she hit me with the fact that she showed up to my birthday party not knowing anyone, and asked me why i couldn't do that same for her. I have to admit, that was a beautiful strategy used purely to make me feel bad, and it worked. I said yes - (i seem to fall into these traps too often). She offered to come pick me up at 6:30pm.
So i came home from playing tennis with a friend early to get ready. I straightened my hair, got dressed and made myself look presentable and was ready by 6:15pm. Time ticked by as i kept myself occupied by watching Nancy Drew.
7:30 passed. At this moment, i gave her the benefit of the doubt, and questioned whether she said she'll be around at 6:30pm or 7:30pm. So i waited, rather patiently.
8pm. Still nothing. So i messaged her. She calls me back, and with no remorse or apology, she says that the party's going well, and quote "Oh, i broke up with my boyfriend, so i couldn't come pick you up. We'll catch up next week yeah?" I sat in my room, feeling sorry and angry at her at the same time. She had no intention of calling to let me know that she won't be able to pick me up. Simply left me sitting in my room like a silly little girl waiting for something that was never going to come. At this moment, my personality came out and i said "yeah, ok, we'll talk next week." I should've cracked it. But it's just not in my personality to cause conflict; unless it is absolutely necessary. Sometimes i wish i could just develop more of a temper; maybe that's something i'll work on these holidays...
Anyhow, the anger inside me is slowly drifting away...all that's in my mind now, is the daunting task of removing all the stupid liquid eyeliner and mascara off my face. Arrgghh.. |
| posted by sciurine @ 8:10 PM |
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| I'm supposed to be going to this house warming party thing tonight, and my friend, paula said she'll pick me up at 6:30pm. It's now 7:30pm. No call, no show. I can't say i'm always on time to things but 1hr late i think is pushing it. I'm in quite a bad mood at the moment. |
| posted by sciurine @ 7:29 PM |
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| Friday |
| sleep |
I'm surprised i'm still awake after only getting 5 hours worth of sleep. I'm one of those who never seems to get enough sleep no matter what. Give me a pillow and shove me into a comfortable corner, and i will drift off. Last year's exam period, we had 3 exams in a row, and after the third one, i got home and jumped into bed at 6pm and woke up the next morning at 10am. Now, that's 16hours worth of quality sleep. Sometimes i think that i have this bizzarre potential to hibernate.
For those who know me, i am the heaviest, deepest sleeper you could possibly imagine. To give you some idea, i have slept through 6 loud consecutive alarms that's placed right next to my bed, and a false fire alarm that's 2m outside my bedroom door. Sometimes i wonder how i do it, but i guess it's not something to complain about. or is it?
Please don't get the impression that i'm a snorer. Coz i'm not, well, at least i think i'm not. Whilst on the topic of snoring, i cannot help but make a mention to my beloved dad and younger brother, david. I remember one hot night last summer, i was tossing and turning in my bed struggling to get to sleep, as you do. Then out of nowhere, two loud thunder-like noises comes roaring down the hallway, one coming from the right, and the other from the left. They were snoring so out of time that as one of them snorts in, the other breathes out, so there was no period of silence for hours and hours. I eventually managed to doze off by crawling into my doona and covering my head with pillows. Mind you, this was a hot night.
Okay, i have nothing against snorers, except when they keep you awake counting sheeps all night. I say this coz my boyfriend's also a snorer. A light snorer, thankfully. It's amazing how the sound of snoring can keep you awake, but never actually wake you up when you're already asleep. I think i've once told him to let me get to sleep before letting himself doze off. Yeah, okay is quite nasty, but i must say, the past few time i've slept beside him, he's been very pleasant. |
| posted by sciurine @ 7:40 PM |
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| "yes time" |
I think Optus "yes time" has changed my life. Since changing my mobile phone plan to one where i can talk between 8pm-12am every night free of charge, the amount of radiation i've been exposed to has probably quadrupled. I have become a talkative, yappy person, who can probably maintain a conversation for hours on end.
I figure there is no better way of breaking off this addiction of mine than to develop another addiction. Blogging. There's so much that goes on in my silly little mind, and hopefully this is a way of unleashing all my thoughts and feelings. To my special someone. |
| posted by sciurine @ 6:11 PM |
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