Pistola!

Listening to : Aquaeous Transmission by Incubus
Current Book : A Million Little Pieces by James Frey

"Floating down the river named Emotion...
Maybe we could meet again, further down the river..."

Sigh, i think that's probably one of the most emo-est song ever la. But i think the song's really nicely put together. Like, you can feel the emotion that he feels, but it's not whiny and pathetic like Saving Jane's "Girl Next Door".]

The book above, A Million Little Pieces is nice. It's really simple, yet it's vividly descriptive. One is able to "experience" the Persona's pain, anger, sadness. The story is James Frey's life battling experience with drugs and alcohol addiction. I've yet to finish the second part of the book, but so far, i like it. The book was once featured on Oprah, and they interviewed James Frey and his mother on the show.

Lalalala.

I am coming to terms that it's is should be easier to be single. Hahaha. Remember that movie 13 going on 30? There was this one song..."Love is a Battle Field". So, "Heartache to heartache we stand"! Hahaha.

I've been jogging in the field near my house, lately. I thought it'd be good, if i change my workout routine so that it wouldn't be so boring. In the evenings, when the middle aged people flock to the field to get their blood pumping for a few laps of running, the younger people take advantage of a cemented badminton court that's been turned into a footwork training ground, to improve their football skills, lah i suppose.

I usually go jogging there with my dad. And so, at times when i jog pass their "territory" the ball may come across my path, so i stop the ball from going across the busy road, and attempt to kick back the ball to them. But it didn't happen that often until today.

I went to the field with my mom, today. We were walking/running at a different speed, so i was nowhere near her. So, everytime i pass the guys' football turf, the ball keeps crossing my path, so i have to stop and kick the ball back to them. After running about 3 or 4 laps, it looked like it had a pattern. Grr. As i slowed down to wait for my mom to catch up, she said the guys were looking at me each time i run pass them. And i think i know what they were looking at. Yes, what else, if it isn't Man's best friend(s). The Bosom. Jakun people, kot.

What to do, I'm "Well Endowed", "Blessed", or whatever you call it.