Saturday, June 9, 2007

Okay, enough about me, now on to me.

Yeah. So after I kill you all with my rushed rendition of Spider-Man's Venom (which is still so much cooler than Sam Raimi's take on the character), I shall empty my thoughts here as well.

(Not recommended for children under the age of 18. Mwahaha.)

Okay, for starters, I must admit that I'm looking for something I can't reach yet, and that I'm hating the alternatives.

My backflip leans a bit to the back and the left, so I land a little lopsided. I hurt my left foot (more than a month ago), and it still hasn't healed yet.

I lean too much to the front when I compensate for my landing during a handspring.

Conversely, I lean too far forward during a round-off, which makes connecting it into a backflip pretty difficult.

My wrist still hurts.

And I nicknamed one of my juniors "obtuse angle", but later realised that she should be called "reflex angle". Reason being that her splits are more than 180 degrees. Freaky, non? I wish I could do that.

I can't believe I mixed up "obtuse" and "reflex". Ah, I blame it on disuse.

And my bio clock is all screwed up! I mean, it's 2:40am right now and I'm still wide awake!

I really gotta work on my drawing skills. I don't reach my own standards. Not yet.

Ooo, I'm listening to "Welcome to the Black Parade" now. Haven't heard this song in ages.

Aight.

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