Drinking buddies. November 27, 2009
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How did they become so much more?
How did they become the people i could confide in? They made me have a good time, despite spoiling a good drinking session with all my incoherent rantings. They made me realise that a good time doesn’t necessarily involve alcohol and cards. They made me feel lucky grateful. Despite them being smart academically, never once did they made me feel stupid. Never once did they made me feel good was never good enough. They made me feel whole, they made me feel me. Most importantly, they made me feel confident among them with/without alcohol consumption.
Alcohol, dice, big 2 and shopping might have brought us together, but the small talk tonight have actually brought us closer.
And i really like it that way.
Cheers to all the awesome Friday nights we had! And definitely more to come.
Time traveler’s wife. November 18, 2009
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I’ve done reading, finally.
As expected, i cried at the end.
If anyone goes on raving how good the movie was,
they surely haven’t read the book yet.
Thanks Christ, for recommending such an awesome book.
*
Sometimes, i feel like i am Clare-constantly waiting. But at least she knows what she’s waiting for. Me? What am i waiting for?
Here and, now, here and, now….
Torture chamber. November 16, 2009
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RPM room is something like that. As much as i enjoy rpm-drenching in my own sweat, powerful music, high resistance, racing-it still feels like hell to go through 1 full session these days. Thanks to an extra racing track today, i was actually contemplating on whether or not i should go for pump. (Which i normally won’t. I am actually quite decisive when it comes to which classes to go to in gym. When i made up my mind to go for 2 classes, i will.)
Today, i actually needed to Yeoh and G to help me make a decision. How pathetic. After much nonsensical chatter, i went anyway. I managed to skip lunges effortlessly without name calling. 
but Eleanor thought i was gonna pass out after squats. Of course i didn’t. I am not that weak. I gave Yeoh the death stare for talking me into going Pump when class finally ended. If i could, i would combat the crap out of him for telling me, “i thought rpm today was easy?”
It’s either my stamina and energy level is going down the drain or he is iron man.
I’d like to think it’s the latter because i’m in denial like that.
So there, i’m bored to the core. Hence, this post.
I won’t be deterred by it though. I like the exhilaration when i finally made it to the end. It may be tiring as hell but it feels pretty awesome. And the excruciating pain? It feels good.
I really wish i could have more passion in my studies like i do for my work out. Sigh.
Friday, Flyday. November 14, 2009
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Ever since my finals ended, Fridays always contained too much booze and too much noise. Wether we like it or not, we always step foot in UPR on Fridays to complete the night. We don’t so much party, but we will have our crazy drinking session where everyone ends up happy tipsy. And from all the Friday drinking sessions, i haven’t gotten drunk, yet.
I remembered i stop this whole partying thing a while ago, knowing that its a lil dangerous and ’twas unhealthy.
Now, you ask? Still dangerous, but i can take care of myself. I still have the girls to stick with me. Health wise? I only live once. And i can’t be damned if i die young, as long as i’m happy.
The trio, the weekend friends.
