so just when school seemed to be crawling towards that one very hotly anticipated week that is our pathetic mid-sem break, i had the joy of experiencing the WORST F---ING PBL SESSION OF MY LIFE. our old tutor was this jovial bachelor who used to bake cookies and cakes for us and treat us probably like how he treats his juvenile paeds patients. and best of all, his PBL sessions always finished early. our new tutor however, himbedamned, loves holding sessions that last on average between 3 to 4 hours each, WITHOUT BREAKS. and at the end of them, he bitches that we have held him back for so long, and that in future he should have a buzzer to make sure we keep our presentations under time. oh like yah, how bout if he'd try to control HIMSELF from droning on and on and on into painful oblivion even when he knows that half of us are sleeping and none of us are getting anything he's saying? i seriously wonder where he gets all this excess of time from. doesn't he like have patients or anything? i wonder. will i ever make it to that one-week vacation at all? maybe i really should have attended this morning's Understanding Suicide talk after all, haha.
in more light-headed news, i'm V V SAD over britney's performance! i used to be a HUGE britney fan, and still believe she has it in her somewhere to be great again, but even i have to say that it was terrible! she looked so nervous and unsure of herself, and kept missing step after step and didn't even bother lip-syncing most of the performance. she was a total shadow of her former self. where did all the confidence, all the charisma go? she doesn't need to feel intimidated of anyone, she's BRITNEY SPEARS. she used to be untouchable, invincible. she used to be a bloody gymnast dammit! the kind of dancing she did wasn't even worthy of a pussycat dolls slutfest(and you know how much i HATE them); it was like some type of erotic pole dance gone horribly wrong. apart from criss angel, who has really gotten INto her, i really don't know what else has. maybe he's really been organizing all those early morning rendezvous so he can share his own personal stash of weed with her, or whatever else he takes to make his eyes open so unnaturally big. seriously, if he's nothing but a negative influence on her, then i think they are better apart. i was actually hoping he might contribute some pyrotechnics to her performance and all, so i'm really not feeling the love for him right now. as a matter of fact, i'm not really feeling the love for britney right now either.
Not Your Labia Majoris Again, PLEASE. (photo thanks to Trent)
and speaking of other gymnasts, i've recently started watching rhythmic gym vids on youtube. tchachina is long, graceful and imho extremely chio, whilst kabaeva's routines are clearly superior in technique. whatever; it is time to reminisce over their respective silver and gold all-around olympics medals, as i highly doubt there will be a repeat in beijing. tchachina is retired, and kabaeva should consider doing so too as she is no longer as nimble as she once was. a lot of people agree that her competing is just going to make the shit hit the fan. sigh, especially with the beijing olympics and all the recent food and toy scandals, i've begun to seriously think that nothing good can come out of china :X RUSSIA RULES! haha, anyway now you can see and admire my 2 favourite gymnasts perform my 1 of my favourite (hoop) and least favourite (ball) apparatus:
Irina Tchachina, Athens 2004, Hoop
Alina Kabaeva, Athens 2004, Ball
lastly, i have to say that i've become inspired by tchachina and the likes to become fit! once everything settles down, i hope that i will be able to properly commit to doing something active and healthy on a regular basis. i'm thinking either a 30-minute circuit gym, or SRT jazz ballet. i need to regain health and vitality! the days when i could hit the treadmill happily are now no more, and i count pilates class as my Big Exercise Of The Week. this has got to change, or i will soon have no stamina left for shopping marathons! for what joy would there be in life then, i ask?
