First Time Is A Booboo

… hopefully not the second. Else, it will be a disaster.

OK, let me laugh for 1 minute. *Laugh*

Alright, can someone teach this poor sweet lady how to put on a mic belt next time, so she won’t look as stupid as clown in the future. No offense to clowns, alright.

Let me tell you my original plan. If I were to follow my original idea, which was to slip in the mic belt under my pants, REALLY, I couldn’t imagine how ridiculously stupid I would look like when the transmitter fell off through one of my pants’ sleeves. I could die laughing on the stage, and mama and HT would dislocate their jaw. Laugh too much!

At the mean time, let me continue laughing. *Laugh*

Weighted Glove Training

This is job #3 from my list of job-to-do by December 2009; to revisit weighted glove training. Kissed bye-bye to my super pink Everlast glove for a while, and hello weights! Wonder if they have it in pink. I would be so much delighted. Heh!

But really. Doing BC with weighted wristband instead of my usual handwraps is no joke. Last night by T4, I couldn’t lift my arms anymore. Sore. Nice. But sore. Nicely sore. Hee. T8 was real challenge with gazillion of punches. Madness. But I like what I saw from the mirror. Hmmm… Not too sure whether I checked out myself more or my techniques (like I have one. Boohoo). Tried hard to balance myself from getting drifted by the weights. Owh, then it’s good for core. No? Next time I won’t want to wear weighted wristband because it’s not so convenient. It keeps falling off. I’ll get the real weighted glove later. Woohoo. Well… hello Jess Biel’s arms!

Today Is The Day I Feel…

… really sad over something I love.

Not sure if I’m just over-sensitive or over-reacted like how some emos defined it, but today I felt that I’m so sucked at something I love to do. Well, not everything. I would be lying if I said I’m sucked at everything. Just certain part of it, but it’s enough to make me feel sad about it. Ahh well… call it over sensitive then. *sob sob sob*

What makes me sadder is, when I look at others, being able to do well at it. Not comparing, definitely. But still I feel sad. I feel suck! Big time. 

Long Journey…

… and I haven’t seen any sign. I don’t have the feeling to do it anymore. I just don’t!