Lady Luthien is 
b a c k

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b a c k
is Lady Luthien

You can strut out from the bathroom confidently with that yucky-looking gunk they call facial mask plastered all over your face while hearing him say:

AOOA: "Ehhh... why you so 'chao-yong'?"

... AND you don't get pissed but burst out laughing while skillfully crack the whole mask.

**Note: chao yong = ugly

I twisted my left ankle while running yesterday

Walking hurts a bit now. Going down the stairs hurts even more, so I avoid landing on my left feet.

Worse thing is, I only realised it today while trying to run this morning. Feel like twisting it back myself, in hope to hear/feel the *krakkk* sound  

And oh, today is the 111th day of the year.

working overtime again la says:
the bible say if ur left ankle got twisted

working overtime again la says:
u shud twist ur right ankle too

I agree with you, Isaac.

Can loop it over and over again. Love it.

Went to the gym this morning. So proud of myself  It takes a hell lot of motivation to get up at 6 am k. Not counting, the pre-packing of work clothes, shoes, and toiletries the night before. Another reason that got me all pumped up for gym was probably because I am sick and tired of receiving love notes, stuck on my windshield, from the wretched uniformed men almost on a constant basis now. So does this mean I have to wake up at 6am everyday now??? Oh woe.

Did my 30min run - non stop - So happy! Found a trick to be able to sustain on without stopping. Now, if you can no longer run at 10 like you did few months ago, it's only natural and logical to reduce the speed to 8 and voila, a 30 min non stop of pure running *beams*

No pretty white sandals in the ladies today. I actually walked the whole humongous changing/shower room to try to spot them but alas, they were no where in sight.

I've been learning a lot lately. Mostly from work. And it's fun for a change.

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Yesterday's scenario in the conference room with my boss and another colleague:

My boss was supposed to meet up with a David Tan at 12pm, so to confirm with him, I asked.

"Boss, you're meeting David Tay at 12 right?"

Oooooooooops.

My boss burst out laughing while saying, "No, I am not meeting your bf."

Hehe. Mega blunder of the week

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and

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L o v e  t h e m  t o  b i t s !

Though being vastly exposed to this word "Profdoc" lately, I still find myself typing the many variations of it:

- Prodoc
- Prodfoc
- Profdov
- and this, mistyped the most number of times...

Profdic.

(Hey, the "I" and "O" is just next to one another k!)

I went to the gym this morning.

It was one of the rare moments where I could summon enough motivation to drag myself up at 6am.

As usual, the morning crowd is a bit sucky and boring. Mostly uncles and aunties who are trying to get some exercise while the kids are away at school. It's funny to hear conversations ranging from, "Hey I like your Nike top. How much was it?" (in the evenings) to "My second son ahh, so nottilah, refuse to sleep and eat when I asked him to." (yes, only in the mornings).

So I ran this morning. Made me wonder where did all the stamina disappear to. I could easily run 50 min on alternate days basis last time. Till I stopped and started doing RPM and other classes. *shrugs* I WANT MY STAMINA BACK!

Anyway, in the ladies, I spotted a pair of very nice white sandals. See, I have a great fetish for white shoes. Well actually, I like anything in white la. White boyzies too  *chuckles* So yea, I love white shoes. And I caught myself keep darting my glances from my locker to the pair of white sandals that were just sitting and looking so pretty on the floor. I kept pretending to search for something in my locker, hoping she'd get her stuff and leave to do her workout and whatnot.

See, I wanted to snap some pictures of it to show them lovelies to you guys  She was taking a long time, chit-chatting on the phone, etc. So I went to dry my hair and did my make-up. Armed with my 6111, with the camera mode on, I walked gleefully towards them gorgeous sandals.

*gasp*

Pretty white sandals ... gone

Nevermind, coz I'll summon enough motivation to get up on another rare morning to stalk those pretty white sandals again.

*** Corinne's Like a Star is so addictive.

Corinne Bailey Rae * Just Like a Star

Just like a star across my sky,
Just like an angel off the page,
You have appeared to my life,
Feel like I'll never be the same,
Just like a song in my heart,
Just like oil on my hands,
Oh.. I do love you,

Still i wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind,

You've got this look i can't describe,
You make me feel like I'm alive,
When everything else is a fade,
Without a doubt you're on my side,
Heaven has been away too long,
Can't find the words to write this song,
Oh.,..
Your love,

Still i wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind,

I have come to understand,
The way it is,
It's not a secret anymore,
'cause we've been through that before,
From tonight I know that you're the only one,
I've been confused and in the dark,
Now I understand,

I wonder why it is,
I don't argue like this,
With anyone but you,
I wonder why it is,
I wont let my guard down,
For anyone but you
We do it all the time,
Blowing out my mind,

Just like a star across my sky,
Just like an angel off the page,
You have appeared to my life,
Feel like I'll never be the same,
Just like a song in my heart,
Just like oil on my hands

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frenzyskye: jo, you think after we heard all these stories, witnessed how everything so beautiful turned so ugly, do you think one day if it happens to us, would we be able to stand up to it and face it?

Lady Luthien: i think our stories are pretty ugly too you know

Ugly indeed. Listening to this song gets me feeling all so sentimental-ish. Memories from the past evoked within me. I got sad, teary-eyed a bit. The very act of betrayal was too much to bear. Even up till now. Still could feel the feeling of a very giving and naive heart  crushed back then. How the many shattered pieces of a broken heart poked and prodded deep within.

I am happy now, no doubt about it. Very thankful for that too. Blissful indeed. Though the paranoid being within me just couldn't help but wonder, what if IT happens again, will I be able to stand up stong and face it all with that been-there-done-that kinda attitude.

Or will I just ... die once more...

I love this song

Corinne Bailey Rae rawks!

Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.

Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.

Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Blue as the sky, sombre and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the road side,
(just relax, just relax)
Don't you let those other boys fool you,
Gotta love that afro hairdo.

Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don't you think it's strange?

Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Just more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer.
Do what you want to.

Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

Go, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

Oh, You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow