רּ (rĕsh)

Um so it’s now 4 to midnight (we’re hitting Thursday ‘ere) and it’s just occurred to me that my linen has been hanging out to literally die for the last 2 days now. And no, it’s not as if it’s been sunny sunshine skies in the past 48 hours.

What, Auckland weather- predictable?

Man that’s like asking for the sky to fall down- like now.

You can tell I’ve had a good day. On the contrary, I really should be this whingy thing as I had a 12 hour day of working non-stop, a solid hour of choreography and finishing its splendidness with teaching dance.

I really should be an angry tart as this morning I found my bunch of key chains/tags I’ve had forever missing from my set of keys and the only possible explanation to that is that they must’ve fallen off while I was on my way to a meeting in town last night.

I really really should be livid as my physio confirmed that my right rotator cuff is crapping out and its tendons inflamed from training and I was asked today by my flatm8 whether I was on drugs as I’ve been cranky of late and have lost a lot of weight in a short span of time.

With all that crap thrown at me, I really should be cross shouldn’t I?

But you know what?

I can’t really care.

In an effort of anger management and trying to curb the damn thing, I’ve taken to training my spiritual side- by reading the Good book.

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Okay I’m not talking about joining some insipid religious association and on the pretense of furthering my godly ties, throwing myself shamelessly at some dumb lad during mass. For those of you at this very point in time feeling lost as a dodo, let me clarify my last sentence for you by taking you on a short detour of my reminiscing my childhood.

In high school, I was pretty much like how I am now, except I think I was a tad quieter and less cussier. However I was just as opinionated then as I am now and if I had an opposing view to things, I assure you, you’d be the first to know, and hey, I’d tell it like it is- no holds barred.

What I found amusing was that due to my tendency for speaking aloud and not censoring myself, there were certain people, say girls in my form, that would crucify me for my lack of tact. Which was ironic cause I mean, one of their beliefs was to be non-judgemental.

Anyhow (we’re straying from what I originally was going to say), these certain good girls believed in attending mass, even at interschool events. While the pretense was Christ in His Holy name, really it was more of a "hmmm, now which Christian boy can I date/pretend to/lust after/whatever".

Fast forward a couple of years later, I can only imagine, what these "good girls" are up to now (yeah the stories you hear through the grapevine only tends to heighten one’s already vivid imagination).

Hey for the record, my only vice is swearing. I don’t smoke, drink or do drugs. And back in the day, these were the people judging  my character and demonizing it to our peers.

*ahems* Nyways, back to my initial story I’m just reading through it, not cover to cover as I was advised that it wasn’t the way to go.

My favourite quote at the moment is "Refrain from anger, turn from wrath".

So yeah, have a go. You’ll be surprise at what you find. I tend to just randomly skim through pages and for some unexplainable reason, whatever mood I’m in, there seems to be a passage that dispells any melancholy.

Growing faith and having it in the palm of your hand again… is somewhat refreshingly beautiful.

So this poptart’s starting to crumble…

Doing a multi class and running 6km straight: Shins hurting like a bitch

A solid hour of shadow boxing and endless fucking skipping: Horridly tight calves

Tomorrow’s 4 hour regiment of training and teaching: Shin splints undoubtedly and lasting bruises

Staring @ a photo of K1 Arslan Magomedov and wondering if the pain’s worth it: Priceless

PS. He’s such a hunny and even more so when I last saw him live at the K1 Oceania Round 1 match.

PPS. Consuming and applying arnica on wounds does nothing to them.

PPPS. *swoons*

>)

So it’s just another day in paradise and once again I’m ready to hit the sack WHEN upon surfing, I sortakindamaybe stumbled into the Miss Universe 2006 website.

E-yah.

Well I really wish I didn’t check out the New Zealand contestant..

before our Malaysian one cause it made the latter seem SO ordinary.

Seriously guys, how bad were the rest of the Malaysian hopefuls?

Check it out: http://www.missuniverse.com/delegates/2006/files/MY-closeup.html and better yet, check out her interview video.

And then say it with me "if I only had a brain"…

*sighs*

Call me a cruel cunt but I mean, what the hell are people to think of our country after they’ve tried chatting with her?

The woman can’t even string proper sentences together.

Check out the site and decide for yourselves.

I’m sleepy and am ready to hit the sack but alas, I have to wait for my washing to freaking finish its cycle so I can hang it out. Just to let you know in advance, this is going to be another pointless entry as I’m just trying to kill time.

It’s been a hectic week and I’m actually glad that it’s over. Work’s been gruelling as ppl have been coming in eager to do something this Winter. I’ve had to up the ante on my training regiment as I’ve just joined a kickboxing lee gar and am hoping to compete in the next couple of months.

Obstacle 1: Base fitness..scur?!
It’s been nothing but endless skipping and road running. My coach insists that I run with the group but it’s quite intimidating when you’re the only girl in the pack. Oh yeah and waking up to run at 6am when you start work at 1 in the arvo is out of the question as well. I need my sleep and the idea of cutting a couple of hours whilst trying to not look like a pufferfish while your lungs are burning as you run doesn’t seem appealing at all.

Obstacle 2: Killer Legs.
David said that I might as well say goodbye to my pretty shins. The last 2 weeks, they’ve been sporting big bruises as I’ve started sparring. John (my other coach) said he wants me to toughen them up and so it’s back to kicking the damn bags. As a result, if you were to run your fingers down my shin bone, you’ll find that they’re quite jagged and yucky.

Obstacle 3: Egg whites, egg whites and more egg whites.
Well I can’t really complain in this dept as I’ve gotten used to them but I need to drop 8 more kgs to be eligible to fight in the 50kg weight range. As far as nutrition goes, I’ve said goodbye to poptarts, alcohol, chocolates, bread, pasta, fast food, anything nice that makes the world go round. It’s been nothing but veggies, skinless chicken and egg whites.

Truth be told, I’m not really complaining. It’s the biggest health kick ever I’ve been on and to see results so quickly, it’s quite nice really. I’ve leaned out heaps. My bodyfat percentage is now in the early 20s and I’m hoping for it to drop more towards the 13-16% mark. 

But why all the punishment you ask?

Well personally, lippy lil me is curious to know whether my bite would be as bad as my  bark and the only way I can (legally) know, is in the ring.

So watch this space. I’ll update you guys as training progresses. I’m just a tad worried I might be taking too many projects on as my external dance course commences this week too. The last thing I wanna do is injure myself. My right rotator cuff is already being shitty with me.

Aiights. Outs. Bedtime calls. My clothes have been hung and I’ve got an early weights and hour long running session to look forward to before work so nights y’all!

You know what? As soon as I logged on to the comp and checked out my Friendster main profile page, I saw a lotta blog entries from my girly friends blogging about their woeful male problems.

Well laydees, have I a solution for you.

When in doubt, hunt.

When he’s making you cry, hunt.

When the poor boy can’t make up his goddamn mind, hunt.

When you know he’s lying his sad ass off, hunt.

I’ve decided that instead of going gay, I’m saving myself for Chris Brown… when I grow up of course.

It’s now 5 past 9 at night and I’m just waiting to get ready cause my girls are gonna be here in the next hour and true to the mantra, we’re going hunting.

Boy dramas. Who needs them? Honestly, the guys I meet swing from one extreme variable to another. One’s been sending me pic txts of his naked (fine) self in hopes that I’ll sleep with the lad; another’s been wanting to catch up with me but insists that we do so at his place and *ahems*, in his spa.

Yeah.

The one that I really would like to date/sleep/do naughty stuff with is Bachelor number 3 who’s really really really hot but unfortunately not too bright.

The moment he asked if this was a date or an "outing", I was like asking myself omg what are you doing with shy boys resh?

If you’re not in the know, shy boys aren’t my cup of tea.

They take forever to ask you out and forever to do the follow up date.

Which hence might waste you with valuable oh say, hunting time.

I’m rambling but nevertheless I need to get ready as apparently it’s game on tonight. =)