This old blog

has been with me for a few years(epic years of my life) now. Seeing me through the many races that I have experienced in this short DB life of mine and it really sucks to say, for the second year in the fucking row, I got a bloody fucking 4th in POLITE!! Fuck my life. Anyway this race was quite bad lah with me being in a bad mood immediately after the race, coughing my guts out, with the throat so fucking dry seeing 3 other boats cross that bloody finishing line before mine did and my temper got the better of me and whooo I threw the almightly paddle which got me through the race into water hehehe what a great show for the spectators(and I have absolutelynofucking idea why I did that, seriously) D: Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore because what is over is already over and I have indeed alongside throwing the paddle, thrown my face and we can only set our sights on the next race, the next cookie to get, the next podium finish to aim for.

We are only as strong as out weakest paddler. And. We can never doubt our team mates.

Digressing abit here:

I hate losing lah. I seriously hate it. (Okay who likes losing right?) Knowing what we could have gotten but didn't. Ah fuck this feeling sucks. We all know how it feels to lose and NOBODY IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WILL LIKE IT. Ah fuck fuck fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck. It doesn't really matter what I sound like right now. To most, I probably sound like some sore loser but anyway, just so you know, your opinions don't matter because I am pissed enough to not care about anything. I am sure SPDB trained hard but the other schools trained even harder. They wanted it more than we did. They were hungry for it and they fought for it. They were fierce and I guess, not all of us were fierce enough. It would be pointless to say right now that if the race were to be 810m, it would have been ours but too bad, it was only 800m and no we didn't get it so guess what... Too bad lor.

Digressing even more:

Looking back at the previous June Race posts and seeing the pictures, I realised how fat my thighs have grown D: D: D: Ahhh the horror!!!!!! Ahhhh someone can just kill me now, please. And my obsession with the weighing scales is coming back (or rather, it was never gone) and it's scaring me to see the numbers slowly(sometimes not so slowly) creep up and it seldom comes down!!! Life is so unfair! I need to get it down by September or I am never ever gonna be pretty enough for that dress/gown. OOOOOOH YES you guessed right, I am getting married-.-

July spells a bad bad month. Firstly, I don't get to win anything and I am getting older. God damn it. Oh dear July, please go away quickly.

'Bronze is an achievement. Gold is an obsession.'

Are we obsessed enough?

More things to say. Now that I am finally leaving the teenage years behind and stepping into the 20+ range, I feel quite unprepared for adulthood. It kinda secretly thrills me that the people at the ticketing office want to check my student pass for an NC-16 movie hahaha but sometimes I feel irked. Indecisive is me. Can't believe that I am really gonna turn 20 and still be so indecisive about my hair. Anyway, problem will be solved soon. HfH is calling out to meeeeeeeeeeeeee hehehe.

Goodday. Hopefully this blog post is long enough. It's the longest blog post since like, godknowswhen hahaha.