so in a very failed attempt to train for 2.4 i've been running the last 1km on my way home from school i'm so unfit i can't stand it but i love food and hate running too much 8( result is every time i reach home i am like a chaota tomato that is sweating profusely

how glam is that!!!

so anyway LJ week has been slack so far and the coy shirts arrived yesterday ...... and then i realised that i miscounted the number of shirts omg so i have to reorder with extra charge arGGHh :( ms wendy is really nice about everything but i can't help feeling that she's just /silently judging this stupid girl who can't even do simple math/

and we finally wrote the very overdue letter to wt today! :) army museum was quite ok today. i'm really jealous of the army boys ok they get to eat such good food what even

going to iskandar tomorrow but i really don't want to cos janelle and peixuan are both not going so i'm just going to loner for the whole 12 hours gah i don't even know what makes me so dislikable to some people i mean i've never even done anything to offend you!! why do you not talk to me ;__;

WE TOUCH LIKE
LIKE IT'S OUR FIRST TIME


i'm currently reading lolita by vladimir nabokov and i am very, very disturbed right now ..... what is wrong with humbert humbert and why did his parents even name him humbert humbert

humbert humbert speaks about his desire for what he calls nymphets - young girls between the age of 7 and 14 (reading this vaguely reminded me of the bishan gay):
"I am ready to believe that the sensations I derived from natural fornication were much the same as those known to normal big males consorting with their normal big mates in that routine rhythm which shakes the world."

disgusted as i am i cannot help but admire nabakov's distinguised style: "some interesting reactions on the part of my organisms to certain photographs, pearl and umbra, with infinitely soft partings ...; routine rhythm which shakes the world; Her legs, her lovely live legs, were not too close together, and when my hand located what it sought, a dreamy and eerie expression, half-pleasure, half-pain ...; I was on my knees, and on the point of possessing my darling, ...;" etc etc

i don't even know whether to continue reading in the fear of stripping myself of what innocence i have left