I HATE heels

I HATE heels. I really really do.

Had my first choir presentation today, and the dress code was white top, knee length skirt and well, formal bascially. Had to borrow everything from my mom. -grim chuckle- The only pair of shoes that went with my crinkled white sleeveless blouse and pastel pink flower motif flow skirt from korea was heeled. High heels.

I hate heels.

After service, I walked down to the country club for lunch, and back to church after that with erica and alethia to meet the guys who were walking back down to Atmosphere for their lunch. After lunch, I had to walk back to church to go by the back way to catch the bus to bishan. You know how far that is? And everything was done in ithe afternoon sun. 11-plus to one. I wouldn't have minded, but I was in heels.

I hate heels.

Al and I had a couple of hours before the guys met for soccer, so we wandered around j8. I did it in heels. From op to funny little shops to projectshop and esprit and life bookstore, I did everything in heels.

It was somewhere around four when my brother called me. He wanted me to go home and accompany him. We were supposed to go out for dinner together anyway. But I said I'd reach home at 1830.

Yeah I did. In between, I travelled to bishan park and traisped all over muddy fields in my pink skirt and high heels. -grim chuckle number two- At 1700 or so, I threw a disc with jieren and her brother barefoot while the guys played soccer. I think I'm crazy. The bus stop which had 74 was a ten minute walk and I did that in heels.

I wouldn't have minded doing everything, except that I was wearing heels.

I hate heels.

I guess maybe everything- even wearing heels- would have been bearable if only I could bear those things. But I can't. I've never worn heels for more than half an hour in my life and today they were shod on my feet for eleven hours straight.
I'm used to flip flops, sandals and shoes, not heels. Please I can't take heels.

The worst thing, I guess, was coming home so exhausted that I couldn't take my brother out. I wish I could let him know how sorry I really am, how much I blame myself. He was upset at first, which made me feel bad. And then he's in the kitchen now quietly cooking instant noodles because he's hungry and doesn't want to go down. If only....

Maybe I hate myself. I'm just feeling so guilty....

I think, when I get married, if my husband even dares to suggests I wear heels, because they make one look good or anything, I'll make him wear them.

ultimate!

Went to clarke quay today again... ultimate is great. (:
It's fun running up and down the field- ookay. urm. did I just say that?

wroooooooooong.

haha. actually. it's like, while I'm playing, it's tough. I keep running up and down the field [the big one] and chances are, I'm usually not free enough to have a disc thrown at me. Or towards me. haha. mmmmm.

But think.

Running freely [free. I'm glad such a word exists for me] up and down grass, the feeling of using my body, pushing it, straining it... I'm recognising my body truly and my senses are hightened. I see, hear and sense. I am sense. The grass is just so green, and nothing else exists but the grass. the sky. people. disc. me. There.

The wonder of teamwork. People you know only by face, come together, obey listen try... everyone's p.l.a.y.i.n.g their hearts out. Do you know that feeling? It's addictive.

That's what draws runner back and again. That's what drives the player on.

Ask any player the beauty of sportsmanship. To forgive a team-mate when a bad is made. To teach a newbie to the best one can give. Patience, humility...

That's the joy I get when I play.

That's ultimate.

i'm the hidden one!  

just me and me alone

You know. I wish I never showed anyone my blog. At all. So at least I can rant and rave.
Well all of you who are reading... what am I supposed to do?

I wanted to well, describe the day as it seemed to be to me but I can't bcz it's socially incorrect.
There's so much I want to say but I'm restricted by all these conventions and niceties.
So much for blogging. Hah.

At least I have friends to grumble to, knowing that they won't judge. [Don't assume you're one of them. ]

Rachel rachel rachel... who'd have thought you'd be so grumpy and morose?

[Latin mrsus, peevish, from ms, mr-, self-will, caprice, manner. See m-1 in Indo-European Roots.]
mo·rosely adv. mo·roseness n.

Give me a break. I'm pmsing.

when it's over... [that's the time I'll fall in love again]

IT'S OVER.

Yetit is surreal. Check this out:


here's no paper to study for. nap nap nap! says:
hang loose sista~!
there's no paper to study for. nap nap nap! says:
hahah..
chelism.blogspot [it's time to show the world] says:
wheeeee!!!
there's no paper to study for. nap nap nap! says:
hahah..
chelism.blogspot [it's time to show the world] says:
it's...
chelism.blogspot [it's time to show the world] says:
strange though
chelism.blogspot [it's time to show the world] says:
i can't seem to comprehend it
there's no paper to study for. nap nap nap! says:
huh?
there's no paper to study for. nap nap nap! says:
which one?
chelism.blogspot [it's time to show the world] says:
the liberty

sham, me, "one bottle of pop" and jo! 

chocoshoppo

teah;taljtggbverseljthrsi

Notice the subtle difference in fond size? Only the true con-no-xiu-ar [haha] will see.
Silly.ness. (:

This is the second time I'm writing this blog!! It crashed the first time =Pp So appreciate what I'm doing hah. I was giving out my list of after exam activities (: ummm there were 11 things on it... 4 of which were shopping-related. (: then there was making shepard's pie, reading without guilt, going around Singapore, visiting the zoo and the beach etcetcetc (:

Sounds fun right?

Oh guys you know what I think my first picture I put up has disappeared. So bleah.

And I was saying, Desmond linked my blog so. I guess it's time to show my blog to the world [cf to the first entry] (: Des I'll link you too but I don't know how. haha.

Well. One more paper. The Gothic genre. I can do it! :) And then I'll be freeeeeeeee (:

me again (:  

the classification "brother"

haha I finally got to do something I've always wanted to do! I cut my brother's hair. (: He's so cute I don't think he knew what he was getting into. heh. It was quite uneventful except that I uh. accidently cut his ear. Not off. just errr. snipped it accidently. It wasn't a "Peter-slice-off-the-servant's-ear" scene if that's what you were thinking. No blood spilt. Anyway I've come to the conclusion that I'll never be a hairdresser. I mean, when I wanted to take the first snip, I just pulled as much hair as three fingers would allow. My brother, of course, had to remind me [quite hurriedly] that one needed a comb when cutting hair. hahaha. I think he was really brave.

Econs tmrw!
Oh btw shawn don't take my previous entry too seriously yah? I was dramatising it. It sounds angtsy.

Did I spell that right? (:

shawn

Hey Shawn we both don't like it when people lose friendships don't we? When one drops the other and the dropped one doesn't know what's going on. Shawn you know the feeling? Shawn you ought to know how to feel for the poor friend. ex.friend.
Wasn't it funny when we did it to each other?