mizuno mt faber run..

well let's see. if u thought kent ridge park was bad..u obviously havent tried mt faber.

no kidding.

in terms of gradient, kent ridge park beats any mt faber hands down. but the one tt i conquered today is like..a sucession of one aft e other. it was ardous, painful. in fact it was literally breath-taking (pant like mad..)

the fact tt it beats kent ridge park is coz in comparison, kent ridge is more like a short but quick death. as for the latter, it was a prolonged suffering b4 u die out eventually.

i was dripping sweat n my trusted FBT (all time fav jersey) had no longer served its purpose of absorbing any more, since it had reached saturation pt ages ago. i think at least 1/4 or maybe even 1/3 of the entire 10km route was upslope terrain.

anw i'm glad i survived, thanx to raine n liming who were running alongside. though i'm like super shagged, n hungry at the end of it. let's see..i ate, hmm 5-6 meals today. hahaha opps, my appetite is 0_0

not tt i can help it..i noe i shdnt feel affected by it coz its not unhealthy altogether, n tt it hasnt been affecting my wt (in fact i lost wt n i'm back to my original..) But the fact tt i'm eating more than average also means i cant save as much. most of my money have to b channeled into providign my..hmm insatiable appetite. its like a 无底洞..argh

today i thought to myself a qn..am i selfish? i kinda got an instant answer..'Yes' its juz quite me to think n reflect daily abt the most incredible questions. anw i believe the reason y i concluded tt i'm selfish is the fact tt i go home each time i nd some love. love tt i lack frm sch. esp @ a critical period like now during the exams, when its every woman for herself. dun get me wrong, i'm not saying frens r insignifant n they only care abt themselves.

pt is, i'm also afraid to make the move. to ask for tt lil bit of concern frm frens. for its juz so..not me. if u r ald physically n emotionally drained frm studying, den the most logical thing one shd be doing is not ask tt someone to show abit of concern. coz its emotionally taxing, n i noe it. hence i choose not to bother. to chuck it aside like i dun nd it.

therefore i crawl back home, like the prodigal son who initially chose to cut all ties with his dad, but finally come back when he realised that into his dad's arms was where he'd be accepted.

now the qn..do i reciprocate the love? No
in fact i'm a terror at home. i get mad over the smallest stuff, withdrawing back to the comforts of my room, locking myself in.

wad have i done to receive such unconditional love frm home?