Sometimes when I feel like blogging I'll put a song on and play it over and over. It's like this muse and it sets my mood. I don't like blogging when I'm in a foul mood -- let alone when I'm depressed. I suppose if I don't blog, my thoughts go everywhere and I do like typing out what's been happening in my life. It's like documenting things that have happened or will happen etc. My third module's reeling in information process is over, so no more lectures on the tortures of network systems, but I do have labs in the afternoon which involve some program called NS2, I haven't really done much research on it but apparently it has something to do with sitmulation so I'm looking forward to working on it tomorrow. I've installed it into the mac machine we use in labs but haven't gotten around to opening. What annoyed me is that I actually printed out the work sheet but the lab assistant gave them out today so that's 14 pages worth of leaves gone and wasted -- and I didn't even print back to back :-(

I'm aching everywhere. I shouldn't complain because it's what I love, all I can tell myself is that it's my muscles developing and the rest healing because of the extra running and jumping from the Singapore Nottingham Games over the weekend and the Malaysian Nottingham Games the weekend before that. We came fourth place over the weekend and unfortunately did not qualify into the semis the weekend before that. I'm actually exhausted and I'm wondering if I am over working myself with the whole netball thing. I am tired. I might fall sick soon because I'm so tired. I don't know how much more pain my knees and legs can take with me cycling twenty minutes every morning to class, up and down hills just to get to my lecture room. To top it off, it'll take me ten minutes of non-stop cycling to get back home. I could coast all the way to my house but that isn't really cycling is it? Lazy.

I've realised my running hasn't been as teriffic as it should be, partly because I've gained so much weight that I'm too heavy to run at a faster rate, let alone accelerate. My breathing gets so heavy that I can't breathe, it might not show -- but I am most likely, as the nurse back in Brunei had said, overweight. For my height, my weight ought to be 50-55kg, I am 62kg. I ought to lose weight. I really really need to.

Swimming pool, here I come. Pictures are from the Singapore Games =)

-y