Wednesday, September 12, 2007
"I should start thinking again."
Push ups, sit ups, push ups, sit ups.
Training almost killed my vulnerable bones.
I should start roaring like a king
kong instead of a mouse.
I feel like signing up for a dance class, jazz or salsa would be nice. Since, my coordination is utterly terrible and
i'm totally uncomfortable with my body postures. Further more, i can probably shed off some fats or well,
be proud of it since fats can be considered a beauty in another perspective.
And who said obese
ppl can't dance?
But i don't have a partner*hints*.
Anyway, i almost teared when i got to know
sth from a really
gd friend. Tears of joy or anguish, i have no idea too. WHY? WHY? It doesn't matter anymore.
Guess all i have to say is, best wishes pal.
OH! Before i forget, one more day till the release of results. Damn..*Hes watching over us*
I have to start going church..seriously. I was reading this email about the guy who kept sawing off the ends of his cross while others were carrying theirs diligently. Then, when it was time for them to cross over a gorge or whatever with that particular cross, he couldn't cross over.
That depicts my situation.
Excuses over excuses,
Firstly was, *start going church after exams*
Secondly, *
mayb i will go church diligently when i reach adulthood*
Thirdly, *can't wake up in time*
Then lastly, *can't find a church which
i'm comfortable with* (for this its true)
But well, really..who am i kidding? Myself or God?
Wake up
carissa.
What will
pruney say when she read this? Let me guess..come my church?
Hah..
A memorial service of a late friend.. September the 15.
