I am terrible terribly busy, because I have many things on my plate. A bento box, a compartment for life, a compartment for work, a compartment for friends and a compartment I try to squeeze out for family and myself.
The work compartment is increasing in size, maybe because I try to do everything, and want to do everything fast. I want to be a ( Read more... )

First I see this, and I think, "Oh it's in the mail already! Hmm think my pic is going to be awfully crappish. Anyway..."

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Or if you are not sure whether you are running or jogging, go faster.

These all sound so familiar to me. I used to not give weather a chance to foil my plans, not care whether I'm tired or not, but just to keep running, to keep going.

That's how I supposed the more I ran, the more I trained, the more I loved it because I liked what I was doing, I ( Read more... )

Tomorrow's the day. I think this is the greatest competition. And I think I really to sleep ( Read more... )

Sad. That's how I feel the whole of today. All I want to, and can only do, is do a big sob because I promised myself, I promised myself that if I'm going to live, I shall live a life with no regrets, where I will tell myself like how I've always done before, that if I were to turn back time, I wouldn't have it any other way.

But not this time. This ( Read more... )

Damnit. I now wish I was there, and not in bed that day. This is what laziness does to you. It delivers to you a bag of regret. The very last two weeks.
I'm going to miss them all for sure. I know I will till it hurts, and very badly too ;(