Yesterday was a rough day for me. Everything sort of didn't work out. 38 bucks flew out of my hand because I broke my mum's facial bottle or w/e. 38 bucks!!! My heart aches even when i think of it! Now except for a few two-dollar notes and some pathethic coins, I'm broke. Most of the money went into gym apparatus and miscellaneous stuff. :( I so so hate this money-minded world. -- Vietnam was okay, except that they had super duper screwed traffic, loads of tipping and alot more motorcycles. It was almost impossible to cross the roads without fearing that you would get knocked down by a car/motorcycle anytime then, even with traffic police directing. That's how bad the traffic is. Another thing: The vehicles cross like nobody's business even is there is people walking on the zebra crossing. It's your right of way, but they still horn you like it's your fault. At the streets, there were alot of people selling imitation shirts and wallets on motorbikes, and the thing is that they chase after you on motorcycles to your next destination before they start pestering you to buy their stuff again. They chased us 9 streets in one day. LOL and they even waved hi to us when we peeked from the bus to see if they were still there. O_O Like petrol didn't need money. Anyway, our tour group consisted of mostly aunties which were the main noise contributers. Oh and one auntie had a son and daughter. Her son was in Cambridge and her daughter was in RJC. I was like OMG, because her english honestly wasn't very fantastic. The only two things I felt fruitful about the whole trip was crawling through the war-time underground tunnel and climbing up the mountain to see Jesus's statue and then climbing up another flight of very very narrow steps to his arms. (Although the moment we managed to climb up, both of his arms were bursting with Vietnamese people and all we could whiff was their butts. ._. But it was quite a cool experience! The underground tunnel was so dark and small and suffocating that only two aunties went down with us. HAHAHA. Their expressions were damn funny when they resurfaced LOL But we kids decided to go to the second level of the tunnel which was even smaller and darker and more suffocating. Since I didn't want to dirty my long pants, I squatted and walked all the way and by the time I came up, my legs were numb. The shopping here seriously sucks and all there is is just small shops lined along the streets. The only shopping center we could find was parksons but the products there were MUCH MORE expensive then Singapore's. What a disappointment but oh well. The hotels were really not bad and both had internet access! (: Anyway, on sunday the first message I received when I on my phone was that all my other gym mates did not have training this whole week!!! And ME? Because I'm training separately, I HAVE TO GO. LIKE WTH! *^@#!%&*^! :@ I got so angry then, I swear I could have threw my phone down, although I didn't. Worst thing is that at Sunday I touched down from the plane and the next day I had gym (which was yesterday)! At somewhere in outram park somemore! I was freaking exhausted, like duh and no break then start training and I'm not even supposed to be training in the first place!!! GAH, I'm so pissed do you know!!! Before this i was supposed to pwn two trainings but I only pwned one and this week, my two training attendance will not be taken into consideration since there IS NO training. WTH manzz and do you know that they allow you to pwn four trainings in this whole month since it's the holidays! :@ LIKE WTHHHHHHHHHHH. I'm mad and sad but not like there's anything i can do about it right?
tired of chasing after things that don't belong, tired of struggling to impress, tired of trying too hard then falling so hard, tired of heartaches, tired of getting back on track, tired of facades; facades that last only to reveal the inside that you'd desperately tried to conceal
Yesterday was a rough day for me. Everything sort of didn't work out. 38 bucks flew out of my hand because I broke my mum's facial bottle or w/e. 38 bucks!!! My heart aches even when i think of it! Now except for a few two-dollar notes and some pathethic coins, I'm broke. Most of the money went into gym apparatus and miscellaneous stuff. :( I so so hate this money-minded world. -- Vietnam was okay, except that they had super duper screwed traffic, loads of tipping and alot more motorcycles. It was almost impossible to cross the roads without fearing that you would get knocked down by a car/motorcycle anytime then, even with traffic police directing. That's how bad the traffic is. Another thing: The vehicles cross like nobody's business even is there is people walking on the zebra crossing. It's your right of way, but they still horn you like it's your fault. At the streets, there were alot of people selling imitation shirts and wallets on motorbikes, and the thing is that they chase after you on motorcycles to your next destination before they start pestering you to buy their stuff again. They chased us 9 streets in one day. LOL and they even waved hi to us when we peeked from the bus to see if they were still there. O_O Like petrol didn't need money. Anyway, our tour group consisted of mostly aunties which were the main noise contributers. Oh and one auntie had a son and daughter. Her son was in Cambridge and her daughter was in RJC. I was like OMG, because her english honestly wasn't very fantastic. The only two things I felt fruitful about the whole trip was crawling through the war-time underground tunnel and climbing up the mountain to see Jesus's statue and then climbing up another flight of very very narrow steps to his arms. (Although the moment we managed to climb up, both of his arms were bursting with Vietnamese people and all we could whiff was their butts. ._. But it was quite a cool experience! The underground tunnel was so dark and small and suffocating that only two aunties went down with us. HAHAHA. Their expressions were damn funny when they resurfaced LOL But we kids decided to go to the second level of the tunnel which was even smaller and darker and more suffocating. Since I didn't want to dirty my long pants, I squatted and walked all the way and by the time I came up, my legs were numb. The shopping here seriously sucks and all there is is just small shops lined along the streets. The only shopping center we could find was parksons but the products there were MUCH MORE expensive then Singapore's. What a disappointment but oh well. The hotels were really not bad and both had internet access! (: Anyway, on sunday the first message I received when I on my phone was that all my other gym mates did not have training this whole week!!! And ME? Because I'm training separately, I HAVE TO GO. LIKE WTH! *^@#!%&*^! :@ I got so angry then, I swear I could have threw my phone down, although I didn't. Worst thing is that at Sunday I touched down from the plane and the next day I had gym (which was yesterday)! At somewhere in outram park somemore! I was freaking exhausted, like duh and no break then start training and I'm not even supposed to be training in the first place!!! GAH, I'm so pissed do you know!!! Before this i was supposed to pwn two trainings but I only pwned one and this week, my two training attendance will not be taken into consideration since there IS NO training. WTH manzz and do you know that they allow you to pwn four trainings in this whole month since it's the holidays! :@ LIKE WTHHHHHHHHHHH. I'm mad and sad but not like there's anything i can do about it right?
