Tuesday, January 24, 2006
God's shortie trousers, my tennis finals damn near killed meeee.
>___<
And Lopez wasn't even here to gloat about making us suffer.
Whenever I attempt to run the mile after an looong break, I never get anything faster than 11 minutes. But yeah, today I got 9:16. (:
But I'm regretting doing that now. All that dust from the track got in my throat (and my throat still feels scratchy) and in my nose (I've been sneezing every 10 minutes or soon ever since I finished that mile). And then after mile, situps, pushups, and pullups. Ho, kuai lei si lah.
5:29 PM
Alrighttttt here we go. I'm The Jessica. 15, Asian-obssessed-chinese-girl, lameeee, clumsy, supposedly finds everything cute, loves loves loves green, sunflowers, tennis, uncolored hair, shopping, Zaizai, a certain snail of mine, beluga whales, my brother (sometimes), hates hates hates spiders and Da S, refuses to eat oranges with the peel not taken off, prefers to stay away from balloooons, hopes to grow taller, currently wants a yellow chick (the animal), has a phobia of things being wrapped around her neck (unless she herself did it) and how are you?
Lime green & tangerine.
And did you take your cough medicine today?
If you did, pat yourself on the back and watch me go. Byebye loves(:
