Stoned and Dazed

Feeling very spaced out right now, there's just something about the period when you just wake up or when you're about to go to bed. It's a moment where no one bothers you, and everything is quiet and peaceful. Somehow my mind will chose those periods to reflect on my own life...and it always gets me a little down..feel as if I'm a piece of driftwood in the ocean, going to where the currents of the water brings me, with no real direction to as where I'm going. Helpless and vulnerable, where there is always the danger of being smashed by the waves. Just a thought.

Woke up feeling like this....must have had a bad dream or something, I don't remember.

Sibei Sian ah.

On the side, I just chanced upon an old teammate's site about our RJ canoeing team..here are some quotes from her about the guys team:

"Actually we girls don't think alot of the guys team, because when guys start becoming strong and muscular, they seem to start thinking that they own the world. they actually seem to enjoy doing pushups and pullups (and making a big display of it too) Never once have we heard them cheer us on when we are doing pushups. (during punishments or when we do not warm up together) "

"But they do carry the doubles crafts for us back to shore, and they do have wonderful abs, thus, despite their mcp-ness, poser-ness, horny-ness and unstoppable fragging addiction, we love them anyway."

Yeah we are a big bunch of horny, unfriendly women-haters who would eat you up if you talked to us. hur hur hur.