here is nav, in a freezer of a classroom. least i have my nike StormFly jacket on to keep me cool not cold, and warm. i'm one warm cup of hot chocolate away from sinking deeper into my plastic chair and relaxing the 3-hour lesson away. report writing skills. you know, you have to admit, it really is beneficial. whatever you thought was in a report, was actually wrong. it's gonna help us, i know that. but why does it have to be so damn boring. looking around, it seems to me that i'm sitting in the grim reaper's waiting room.
started off the day quite badly i guessed. woke up and got ready. but while i was doing my hair, it was quite hard trying to get the simplest of styles done. what was wrong. now i'm not saying i'm like kurt hummel, who spends half his day perfecting his fringe just before stepping out of his home, still knowing that the slushies will destroy his efforts. but i do like to tidy myself a bit here and there. which is the reason why i keep my hair short. less time to spend on it. and i can do my hair in almost any way, just like your mother. but that's another story.
so anyway, after my whole hair fiasco, i had to spend 10 minutes running up and down my house trying to get ready my running attire. towel was upstairs. running shorts was downstairs. i didn't know where in the hell my socks were.
after that, i had a MLIA moment. my mom started to lecture me on how i make myself late. then while i was on the way to the bus-stop through the drizzle, i had a FML moment. walking along saw this lady. was just staring straight through her. all of a sudden, this rain droplet fell onto my right eyelashes and that cause me to wink my eye. that made the lady to look at me funny and if i'm not mistaken, she kinda cursed under her breath. but seriously folks, FML and MLIA is over-rated.
once school ended, made my way down to Temasek poly for a little hamster training. just before hitting the track, a fight broke out on the field. didn't know why. i just happened to see the two guys going towards each other. of course i didn't see any punches. cause their friends were holding them back. i wanted to go down there and start telling them "hey, people came here to see a fight. give them what they came for." oh did i mention that the guys were soccer players. well, soccer is a gentlemen's sport played by hooligans.
and while i was running, saw the national team there. first thought it was a couple of posers with the 'Singapore' running singlets, until saw the coach and poh seng song as well. then i was like, "okay, what are they doing in TP?"
okay. that was yesterday actually. i kinda forgot to post this entry. so i thought i'll just add on something.
hm, today in lecture, mr krishna gave, again, his legendary speeches of righteousness. normally i would find myself scoffing at his words, partly cause of his accent, partly cause of the words which seem so flowery (not in that gay way) at times, and partly cause of just how he says it. but today, he said something which really hit home. he mentioned about stuff, saying how the parents would never know what the kids are doing in school. and the thing is, most of the times, the parents WOULD never know what is going on. "i have seen parents cry." i have seen them too mr krishna. many. and probably the reason why i told myself that i should just grow up and think about my parents.
My Parents
for those who don't know, i'll just talk about my parents. my mom sacrificed everything for me. she did. i'll act now like my parents were the only one who did it. she sacrificed a lot. the only reason why she cries over not having a job, i feel sometimes that i am the cause of it. then my dad, he toils day and night, stressing over how to have a better roof over our heads. my dad, in india where he works, sits in front of the tv everyday after work on his own chair while sipping away from a glass of scotch. i know it doesn't do much for you, but it does for me. it does a lot. i have to work hard. i seriously have to. get out from the hellhole i am in now.
Other Stuff
i know i don't say i choose not to let it affect me. well, it has to affect me first for me to then choose whether i want to think about it. but it's true. i'm not letting it affect me. i feel perfectly alright. but i mean at the back of my mind, whoa, what the hell? anyway, all is well. all is well. i'm doing fine. damn, that means, i'm on the right track that means.
talking about other stuff. my arm is kinda being a nuisance right now. argh, i think i have to get it checked out? or maybe another week of muscle rub? i have a feeling it's the ligament. or something at the joint there. the cartilage? argh, i dunno. track training starts next monday. dunno whether i'm ready. partly cause i feel kinda weak. and partly cause i'm gonna sense it's going to be awkward. and i brought this up unto myself. oh lawd, help me i say. help me.
people can't really tell my tone. they're gonna mess up the last paragraph. i won't even bother to tell you guys the tone. long entry. feels like it can be longer.
