I'm. so. tired. I don't know if its my fitness regime kicking in, the new diet which I'm not following consistently, or is it just that I'm pushing myself too hard? I feel so stretched, and in constant want of sleep. It's just... arrgh. Tiring.
Roses are red. Hers was. A lone rose. Red and green standing out against the blue. And she treasures it.
Mmph. I can't even be poetic when I want to. Sigh. What with me learning nan quan now for wushu. Like do I even seem like I can jump high up in the air, spiral and kick my hand? No, I don't think so. Not to mention my groin muscles which are like taking turns to hurt. On Tuesdays and Thursdays the left muscle hurts. On Wednesdays (like today) the right one hurts. On other days they don't hurt at all. Something's seriously wrong with my body.
And I have to go get a new pair of specs. The ones that I've been wearing weren't done properly -> the lens fell out on the field and I couldn't find it. So that means I've got to make a new pair. Whee. -.-
I need to get some proper rest, like a full 8 hours of sleep soon. And to add to it, Liverpool's through to the quarter finals of the Champions League. Yeah.
Alas, my dad is nearing home. I shall try and blog again. Spacing out my posts by one week makes my very inconsistent. I don't like it.
Merv.
P.S. Does anyone have the book Jude the Obscure? I need it for my lit review...