Right, so I'm going to make one last effort at reviving my blog.

Someone's running a drill below me. I can feel my feet vibrate because of it. Holidays are a real bore, and I'm in no mood to start my work. Coupled with the fact that I cannot go out, there is nothing to do at home. Yeah, I am literally banned from stepping out of my front door. Why? No, I don't have the flu, but my mom still has this unnerving ability to predict the future (or so she says). And so I'm stuck here, with my lonesome self, watching the Lord of the Rings. Re-watching it actually. Viggo Mortenson looks a lot better in this trilogy than he does in others. Really, he looks like a mafia king in all other movies, which i do not like my fav. character in LOTR to look like. No, he should look strapping and rugged and tall and macho and kingly in all movies. He pulls it off so well here! A total contrast to Orlando Bloom, who I think is gay.

Still, I don't want the holidays to end. You know what the best part about holidays is for me? I love waking really early (6.00 am), looking at the clock and smiling, knowing that I can go back to sleep, and immediately, fall back down and snore myself dead. Undeniably the best feeling in the world. Better still if it's raining! And the rain must be the right kind of rain. I don't like the kind of rain with heavy droplets, the kind that makes a lot of noise when it hits windows or something. That one's annoying. I like drizzles - small yet satisfactory, in a weird way.

But my fav. habit every morning turned against me today. I woke up early, as usual, and looked at the clock, but I was hungry. What made it worse, I could smell the toast my sister was having in the kitchen (she has extra classes at school for the whole week). And so I ended up staying up, just to satiate my hunger. Bahh.

I'm in cheerleading.

I think that monumental statement speaks for itself.

It's getting pretty bad. I think I've permanently etched a clear-cut tan line around my neck, my ankles and now around my thighs. Great, so now I can't laugh at Jac anymore. Thank goodness I'm not playing polo. Oh it would be embarrassing. :S

I'm disappointed with the results for the first day of Games Carnival. Softball was bad bad baaaadddd. Lost, or rather got thrashed by Seladangs 14-2. Grrhh.

YES YOUR MOMENT OF GLORY, ALEXIS.

Though props to a certain someone who fought through with muscles cramps and what-not. Wished things could have worked out ):

I had to pull a saddie today. It wasn't very nice.

Yes, I hereby christen the sign )': a saddie.

Apologies to those that had to listen to me whine. See, I was forced to do it 'cause I was upset. I didn't like Adam Lambert's performance on Idol today.

WHYY? )': )':

On another note, I've found myself a new hobby.

TABLE TENNIS!

Though I'm completely useless at it, it's pretty addictive. Oh but just a head's up, the ball and the annoying sounds that come with it is not very nice.

My ramblings about how I should not be allowed to play water-polo have not gone unheard after all. See, the good-hearted captain decided that I have the caliber to play table tennis for my house. Which means I don't have to play water-polo. YEAAAHH.

'Cause if I had to, I would be the goalie :S

The week's resolution:

To NOT study for more than 3 days of the week.


Partly for my self indulgence, and to appease someone.

SEEEE THAT LEX?

I shall now reason out the facts as to why I should not be allowed to play water polo for my house. And in the process, completely forgo my work.

1. Me playing water polo would be highly hazardous to not only myself but also to other players in the pool. Reason being I would probably thrash around a lot, thus knocking people out cold. Though I have to wear some weird cap thingy for protection, it'll probably just add to the mayhem that I would cause in the pool. So, to avoid my team being disqualified for killing people in the pool, it'll be better for me to stay safely in the sidelines, cheering for them.

2. I would MOST definitely pancit 10 minutes into the game. I have no idea how you guys can stand so long of water polo. Gah. I would probably swim to the edge every 2 minutes just to give my legs a time out. Therefore, it would make absolutely no sense for me to play as I would definitely bring the team down.

3. I AM NOT A SWIMMER. Contrary to what people might say, I really cannot swim. Don't even talk about Swimming Gala. I never told you guys that I took an adrenaline shot (:

4. I can't shoot the ball to save my life.

5. I've embarrassed myself enough a week ago (not really a reason, but still)

6. If anyone tried to tackle me in the pool, I'd probably just drown. Or worse still, sink like a rock while she clambers over me to shoot the winning goal.

7. I might be playing table-tennis. (This only applies if table-tennis is on the same day. Please, oh please tell me it's on the same day!)

Seems reasonable enough, right?

I'm freaked about exams.