Tabloid Tackiness
Note that i normally (as opposed to abnormally?) tend to exaggerate matters in the name of tabloid tackiness. A good thing though, besides the shameless self-glorification, is that tabloids are the new in-thing now as quoted by Today (coincidentally a tabloid) leh! For me though, everything is true, its just that magnitudes have been changed to protect my life (or lack thereof's) non-privacy.
Vball training today was wearying. It typically starts off with me arriving a self-proclaimed 'glamourously late', but then realising that there is virtually NO ONE else present. This leaves just me with one or two others to go and erect the phallic poles. This is no mean feat, it involves much grunting and groaning when trying to stuff the extremely taut poles into that fantastically small and tight hole...
Right after the net is agonisingly set up, the others start trickling in sluggishly (as if the connotations of 'trickling' didn't represent slow already...). This is YOU, Chongyi. Stupid slacker, always making a grand entrance that fails to entrance.
Anyway, our coach Marvin (tall, lanky, froggish, DAMN cheena) was initially training us on spiking techniques and practice when the heavens started releasing their pent-up frustrations on the rest of us, giving us our OWN pent-up frustrations. The advent of this stormy weather resulted in the day's programme being forcefully shifted in the direction of, you guessed it, PT!
3x20 of sit-ups (front, sides), back-ups (?), inclined push-ups and whatever other ups you can think of (nothing sick again lah, although there WAS some man-on-man action here, literally). Then there was the 500 skipping skips, the jump-to-a-height-of-a-small-neanderthal 80 times, etc etc. Essentially another POWER-LEG©.
Finally, several circumstances involving a random coin game led to us wasting about 1 hour and Marvin treating us to bubble tea.
Speaking of Marvin, i just saw H2G2! Woot its mass ass lame lorz! Marvin (the paranoid android, not the reproach coach) ROCKS. My elderer sis had gotten sneak tickets for me and my other sis to watch since we were all obsessing over the book recently. We then went down to Cafe Cartel @ PS for dinner to which i discovered a new sauce combo thanks to pure serendipity. Its powdered CHEESE + CHILLI SAUCE + a bit of OLIVE OIL to blend. The result is a gorgeous dip that coupled with the soft bread there gives a spicy pizza-esque delight. *swoons*
Zen song count: 1374. Wowwee! Wowwee also at the fact that i use the exceedingly childish term of "wowwee' to describe my overwhelming emotions of awe and amazement.
Right now, i'm just sitting in front of the comp, enjoying the dinner i had an hour ago, if you know what i mean. Deep in the recesses and crevices of my mind also linger the prevading topic of my SATs this saturday.
Like some sick mongoloid, i went and signed up for the SATs2 (ie the subject tests). These are the shindigs that one has to actually STUDY for. If anyone else is heading down the same path of self-destruction, tell me the combination you're doing! Mine's physics, chem and maths. WARGH! I must be possessed with such BOUNDING intelligence to go and sign up for the completely wrong ones...
I actually DID go and try out some of the online sample SAT subject tests, and found them suspiciously (read: tremendously) easy. WAK there's something very wrong going on here, that or there's something very right ;D
Finally, i'd like to apologise to my father on behalf of his kids. We're all so busy and everything that we just can't make the time for him and his interests (read: freakishly peevish eccentricities). Also, he's going through some emotional turbulence now and all that... Hmm, guess i shouldn't have dubbed his ogrely habits as such then. Nor him an ogre. Ok nvm i'm just making matters worse :P
Chewing on regurgitation to... When You Dream - Barenaked Ladies
Vball training today was wearying. It typically starts off with me arriving a self-proclaimed 'glamourously late', but then realising that there is virtually NO ONE else present. This leaves just me with one or two others to go and erect the phallic poles. This is no mean feat, it involves much grunting and groaning when trying to stuff the extremely taut poles into that fantastically small and tight hole...
Right after the net is agonisingly set up, the others start trickling in sluggishly (as if the connotations of 'trickling' didn't represent slow already...). This is YOU, Chongyi. Stupid slacker, always making a grand entrance that fails to entrance.
Anyway, our coach Marvin (tall, lanky, froggish, DAMN cheena) was initially training us on spiking techniques and practice when the heavens started releasing their pent-up frustrations on the rest of us, giving us our OWN pent-up frustrations. The advent of this stormy weather resulted in the day's programme being forcefully shifted in the direction of, you guessed it, PT!
3x20 of sit-ups (front, sides), back-ups (?), inclined push-ups and whatever other ups you can think of (nothing sick again lah, although there WAS some man-on-man action here, literally). Then there was the 500 skipping skips, the jump-to-a-height-of-a-small-neanderthal 80 times, etc etc. Essentially another POWER-LEG©.
Finally, several circumstances involving a random coin game led to us wasting about 1 hour and Marvin treating us to bubble tea.
Speaking of Marvin, i just saw H2G2! Woot its mass ass lame lorz! Marvin (the paranoid android, not the reproach coach) ROCKS. My elderer sis had gotten sneak tickets for me and my other sis to watch since we were all obsessing over the book recently. We then went down to Cafe Cartel @ PS for dinner to which i discovered a new sauce combo thanks to pure serendipity. Its powdered CHEESE + CHILLI SAUCE + a bit of OLIVE OIL to blend. The result is a gorgeous dip that coupled with the soft bread there gives a spicy pizza-esque delight. *swoons*
Zen song count: 1374. Wowwee! Wowwee also at the fact that i use the exceedingly childish term of "wowwee' to describe my overwhelming emotions of awe and amazement.
Right now, i'm just sitting in front of the comp, enjoying the dinner i had an hour ago, if you know what i mean. Deep in the recesses and crevices of my mind also linger the prevading topic of my SATs this saturday.
Like some sick mongoloid, i went and signed up for the SATs2 (ie the subject tests). These are the shindigs that one has to actually STUDY for. If anyone else is heading down the same path of self-destruction, tell me the combination you're doing! Mine's physics, chem and maths. WARGH! I must be possessed with such BOUNDING intelligence to go and sign up for the completely wrong ones...
I actually DID go and try out some of the online sample SAT subject tests, and found them suspiciously (read: tremendously) easy. WAK there's something very wrong going on here, that or there's something very right ;D
Finally, i'd like to apologise to my father on behalf of his kids. We're all so busy and everything that we just can't make the time for him and his interests (read: freakishly peevish eccentricities). Also, he's going through some emotional turbulence now and all that... Hmm, guess i shouldn't have dubbed his ogrely habits as such then. Nor him an ogre. Ok nvm i'm just making matters worse :P
Chewing on regurgitation to... When You Dream - Barenaked Ladies
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