It's better to be normal, because adolescence is about fitting in rather than standing out.
So anyway, Today's run was quite ok. At first I did not want to run, thinking that it would be a waste of my effort (besides, there's no point since I completely suck at it and I wouldn't get a prize anyway, no merits = completely pointless). Somehow I ended up jogging at my normal 2.4km run speed.
I didn't even pant for the first half of the run...until the turnabout thee when I reached up to wipe my forehead I discovered I was sweating like a pig. Damn, the sea looks nice. It would look nicer if it had Dubai's cerulean seas, post-artificial island building...why am I talking about Dubai?
Anyway, I started coughing and wheezing like an old man with phlegm clogged up in his throat. I had a stomachache by the time I was nearing the stupid tentage.
All my efforts...only to get 43rd.
I suppose the other 200 + people behind were enjoying a revitalising stroll in East Coast park...lucky bas-bitches.
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Surfed the Daily Deviations as per normal (Where the heck is the Literature category?) and I came across a fascinating caption. The work was titled Potraits Fragmentés, and the caption read, "Are we just the summing up of our parts?"
Fascinating question.
Even if it DID contain nudity (heck care lah, it's the human body anyway, besides we did cover it for Biology) I went on to click on it.
It was quite ok, I liked the concept and all, but then I couldn't help wondering what the drooping thingy was. It looked like a plastic bag attached to the body, containing flesh.
Maybe it's a malicious growth? I thought.
How wonderful! This shows the artificial nature and hypocrisy of humans!
I clicked on full view...only to realise (n00bishly, a few minutes later of intense scrunity) that it was part of the antanomy...
=.="
Why am I so bloody suay?
P.S. As the name suggests, it is a fragmented portait of random body parts (like the hand, the lips, the eye). Yeah. So it's not a complete model. Stop including me in your lucid fantasies.
