these days i feel like a reporter, in search of a good story. something to laugh about, to ponder and to make one feel reminiscent about the past. i used to love reading books alot. but my repetoire was kinda limited. i never did like the classics. i would sleep after reading a few pages. could never get sophie's world, even if i tried my best to. so it was basically the psychological thrillers, the detective stories, the search for an intimate relationships in the midst of suffering (well, not those cheesy romance novels. i could mention agatha christie but never read a single one of her books).

i could go into writing. well i've thought about it a few times in my life. but i could never write a beautifully scripted essay complete with dialogue and vivid descriptions. for one, my vocabulary sucks. trust me on this. i got the lowest mark for my GP compre. and it was my essay that brought me back on a mediocre level. A classmate of mine from primary school, got me into reading Joe Dever books. He had the whole set, and he had a knack for getting near full marks every time there was a composition due. I could hardly live up to his standard. His compositions were always published in the school magazines and they always had good reviews.

You could say I regret for not having kept the published material, cos I did have mine published a few times. A couple of poems. One of them is kinda simple, I basically used A to Z as the starting words and created a poem about animals. Hah. Well kiddish stuff. But it's those kinda things that make you pursue something great ya know? Like what f said, somethings you dont really need a copy of (in her case, photos) cos to her, memories are what is important. Well, sometimes I wish I had that copy. But it doesnt really make me regret. :)

Another one i completely missed out on what this detective book I loved reading. I was in the library for most of my upper primary school years, cos I was a librarian. Hah. I was a complete nerd la. I would keep the tintin books and my storybooks hidden in some obscure part of the library and borrow them in my leisure. Hah. Contrary to popular belief, I never did like Asterisk. I borrowed once, but never got to reading it. Anywayz, the book I kept and I vaguely remember had a line that says "i knew you knew that I knew you didnt knew.." or something like that. And I thought it was funny. As for the title, I HAVE NO IDEA.

it would be such a warming and moving experience if someone could actually find these for me. Heh. though somewhat impossible.

crazy as it seems. i laugh at the expense of others just cos it seems so familiar to what i've been gone through.

in a recent episode of smallville (yeah it's crap, heh), lois lane complains to martha kent about her finding the wrong type of guy everytime. so they kept talking and martha says that perhaps lois has to find the wrong guy in order to know who is the right one. den lois laments that when that happens, she probably be looking the other way. martha then concedes that lois has to keep a closer watch. well, if u're oblivious, lois ends up with clark. SOMEHOW. and what keeps me going is HOW these two characters do get together. hahahaha. it's funny. Clark is protective over her, yet he doesn't quite understand why. cos he's not entirely fond of lois in the first place. and he can care less about who chloe dates, that's for sure.

maybe i should NOT look closer and still let fate decide. OR something like that.

Day 9.

Played ultimate frisbee with the peeps again today. They came late, but can't really blame them cos they live kinda far away. I mean, it's just downstairs for me, a 5 minute walk. Heh. cos they came late, i didnt want to be bored and wait by sitting still. So i put on my gear, ran 4 rounds around the pitch. Did 20 Sprints across the length. After that I did suicides under the block for about 15 minutes. Was I tired. BUT definitely in a good way. Ash came by and was surprised i was doing suicides but then again, i surprise people. heh. After the rest came, we played..i didnt. too tired. so i kept staying back and holding up play, played long passes instead. Vomitted twice, sucked it back in. And after a while, I gave up. So i played on the wings instead. Got into a really nice run after a few rounds. Jun Hong threw a 50 m pass and i had his brother, Jun Yi on my tail. Caught it with left hand, with smiles to spare. haha. I freaking sprinted 45 m lar.. din vomit. only later. again.

but after that play, we were on the attack and i was kinda bored. so i did the weirdest thing ever that no one on the team ever witnessed before. Then again, I'm always the one doing the lay-outs and diving and bashing discs. hee. From the middle of the pitch, i took the disc from Edmund and Shawn was gaining on me. So i looked at Ash, who screamed bloody murder cos at that second, I threw a no-look pass to Edmund, who caught it. we got the point and everyone just stood there and didn't know what to do cos they saw something cool (i have to brag about this yeah..). Jun Hong started applauding, the rest followed. Hahaha. Stunned to the max. Even I was. Honestly. It just happened so fast.... like woooosh.

This is why I always look forward to Sundays. :)