Im lamenting the weak physical state Im in now. Just barely 5 rounds and I fainted. And the worst thing was getting scolded by my mum about me trying too hard to diet and blah blah blah and hence my fainting spell. Like hello? When was I dieting? Just because Im eating less than usual due to stress doesn't mean Im dieting okay. And she was the one who was constantly harping on how fat I was. =.= But I must have shortened my sister's life by 10 years, fainting right there on the road and stooping by the roadside and ignoring stares from passers-by, much to my consternation. But eh, no worries 'coz Im still very much alive and kicking. (:
Hmmmm contemplating if i should go back to the habit of keeping a journal again. Using blogs have certain constraints, like duh, the lack of privacy. And giving people the wrong message. But for now, it's quite useless.
Rahhh. I can't concentrate on relaxing when there's the ominous cloud of A levels looming at the back of my mind.
