justrun-.

The blog's been rather screwy lately, can't seem to post new posts. So i'm not sure if this will even come out. But anyways, since Mela (hi pam i have given you a new name) is complaining that she hasn't seen any updates, I shall oblige.

Right now, my stomach feels so bloated that it's practically pressing against my lungs and i'm having some difficulty breathing. This is what happens when people like myself stuff myself with too much F**D (that bad bad bad four letter f word, no not that vulgar one, the one with 2 "o"s in it). YES. I HAVE TROUBLEZ. COZ I HAVEZ BEENZ EATING TOO MUCHZ. Am very very (x 1 million) stressed. OH GAWDF ASLJDASLJASLKDJAS. Ah whatever.

Subic was a blast. Like really A BLAST. I had the priviledge and honour to go with great company. Best combi of people i've ever gone racing with. THAD JINA AND JIAOLIAN FTW. Hah. But seriously, I have never felt so happy in my entire life (I am not exaggerating) before. The environment there is so much more condusive for EVERYTHING. Super cool. And of course the people make it so much more fun. Laughing at everything under the sun and just basically being able to be HAPPY AND CAREFREE without those god forbidden chains pulling me down. (i.e. school . hah) AHHH. Mela I promise to send you the pics when I get them.. the place is so so so so beautiful. The lifestyle the people there have just opens one's eyes up to the WORLDDDD. SINGAPORE IS HORRIBLEEEE.

Race wasn't too good. Had some problems. HAAAAAA. Let's just say that medics like me, and I like medics. I also like sirens, white-washed hospitals and oxygen tanks. Riiighhtt. Damnit. Nonetheless it was a beautiful experience and I really did enjoy it. I am starting to think that staining my running shoes with blood from my blisters seems to be rather enjoyable for me during the run. hahaah.

The depressing reality I had to face when I returned home was so depressing that it made me so depressed (makes sense aye?) :(((((( Yes I know I can't neglect certain very impt aspects of my life. Yes I know that I am a fat blob with no future and that if i don't start mugging my head off I will be sent to jail. I won't get to pass go or collect $200.

ACKS okay i'm super giddy now and i think it's cos all the blood's rushing to my stomach to aid digestion. I can't think straight and I feel drunk.

You know, I never fully realised how much I love this sport. Not until this week. Not until I started thinking about the possibility of not being able to do this anymore. It never struck me how much this sport has grown onto me. Suddenly, every minute I spend trying to whack those miles seems so precious. As I ran down the main road yesterday, with the sun biting into my skin and the wind in my face, I felt so free, so grateful, for all the chances i've been given to do this wonderful sport. I won't give in, I'll fight hard to keep it alive. Even if it means having to SHIT MUG. AGH I HATE SCHOOL. hur.

Angst. Ohkay ME ISH TIRED MELA I HOPE THIS IS ENOUGH WILL SEND PICS SOON. I SEND YOU HEARTS.

[pat]* decided to runaway-.

put on her shoes at [22:02]

and took [20070511] strides

it's the passion that drives you