This morning mom didn’t go to the meet the parents session…yesterday she told me she had a lot of stuff to do…no time to go…if she went it will have been a mad rush for her…it has always been interesting hearing what the teachers say about me to her…well this year I wont get the chance to hear that…hahahahaha

Was listening to carrie underwood’s album in the morning…her voice is just so crystal clear, just so penetrative, just so full of power…I simply cant find any songs that aren’t nice in her album…if Kelly Clarkson is my idol…she will be second…why do my favourite singers all have American idol background?...hahaha

When I blog…its because…one…I have something significant to blog about or I wish to let off some steam…second…its because I have more free time to afford to spend on ensuring my blog doesn’t go idle…this time…it’s the latter reason…

Yesterday morning…I avoided late-coming to college by just a whisker...its funny sometimes I am doing the wrong thing but I don’t do anything to rectify it…well well starting from next Monday I just cannot be late for college any more…who gives a shit about the past times when I have been late…what matters is now…punctuality sounds like a small thing really…but punctuality just makes me feel good…haha

Before I came to college…I looked into the mirror…I almost got a shock of my life…there…I saw…were three very visible “rivers” on my forehead…I thought it was because I was grimacing or what-not...so I relaxed and observed again…they were still there!!!...i was like…goodness gracious…have I really been thinking too much over all the years?....something really needs to be done about those wrinkles…its not about the appearance actually…its that…I just turned 18…how is it possible that the wrinkles be so visible?

Something I read last night…
Pavel was one of the quieter riders, who just did his job and rarely spoke up. We almost never heard from him on the team radio, until finally one day as we were riding, he asked for a mechanic because something was wrong with his bike. Johan dispatched a staffer to fix the problem, and then we heard Johan say,” Okay, Pavel, is it better now?”

“Less or more,” Pavel said.

We all cracked up. I tried to explain it to him. “It’s ‘more or less,’ “I said.” The term is ‘more or less’ “

“Well, it’s the same thing.”

“No. No it’s not.”

“How can it be different?” he said. “Less or more, more or less? What is that?”

He argued with me for the longest time.
---Every Second Counts, by Lance Armstrong with Sally Jenkins