Butterflies

I can't make sense of that song sometimes, but I like the tune.

The culmination of my life as an NSF has begun - it's a battery of tests shared amongst everyone. I feel.. not ready. Like I'll ever be - I just want to get this over and done with. There just ain't an incentive to train hard, and practise what you learnt. Still, I'm confident we'll all do fine, this one time.


Took this from a friend's blog =) Something like a reflection on the song Battlefield by Jordin Sparks.

In the battle of love... Isn't the point of the battle is to walk on without all those armour...?

If you keep piling armour on yourself because you are so afraid of being attacked and hurt, then what's the whole point of the relationship? Isn't a relationship supposed to be about being open and honest to the other person? Isn't a relationship supposed to be about peeling away your guards and just being you around the other person? After all, if you keep yourself so guarded against everyone else, shouldn't the person you want to be with be treated differently than the average stranger?

ah why do I bother? I can't even tell the difference between my own skin and 'armour'. I guess I don't want to be like a scaly cold-blooded reptile, but then I'm not sure what I am now.


oh yeah, the half-marathon was pretty much a disaster for me. My timing was over 2 hours 40 minutes. Thing was, I put electronic devices in my back pocket. I've never trained with stuff there, so the weight of those items eventually caused my muscles to cramp up from the waist down halfway in the race. I walked a lot in the end.

The worst part is, I got a bad sprain behind my right knee (according to my mother). Two weeks on, I still can't run 500m. It's a repetitive stress injury, I think, so it'll take a long time to recover. I may have to skip a 10km race next month, but I'm trying not to think about that.