Yesterday I waited at the school bus stop for my dad to pick me up. When I called him he was still in Malaysia. He asked me whether I want to wait or go back myself first. I decided to wait. It was a damm long wait. People at the bus stop must be thinking, " Huh? why is she still here?" I'm trying to be patient. I'm testing myself, if I can wait, I am a very patient person. Many bus came and went and I am like, where the hell is my dad? I was tempted to board every single bus that came to the bus stop. But I told myself I mustn't. My dad will come and fetch me back. I guess it is also like a test of endurance of the mind. Throughout the whole wait I was like sweating and stinking and I just cant wait to get home. The thought that my father has forgotten about me did cross my mind more than once. And when my dad finally called that he was nearing my school, a sense of relieve came over me. I probably waited for 2 hours, sitting at the bus stop waiting. I guess I past the test of patience. But, if I had not sat at the bus stop, I would not be able to enjoy the sun as it sets. It was orangy pink. Very nice. The sky was very beautiful also. Although, it was kinda agonising sitting at the bus stop, I did somehow or another enjoy the setting sun alot. It signifies, like a closure to my day. It's like a secret message, somehow saying, "Hey, this is the end of the day, whatever happened today is history! Look forward to tomorrow with joy!" It's a message I will never forget. Be it good things or bad things that happened yesterday was history. There is another fresh new page waiting for me to fill up.


What makes a man a man and what makes a woman a woman. Before you think of anything sick, dont even think about it.
So for the same, does the sword in the warrior's hand make him a warrior or is it his skills in fighting that makes a warrior a warrior?
I think it is the skill of the warrior that make the warrior a warrior. I may have a sword in my hand, but if I do not know how to use it, it is useless. Nothing but a mere tool. But if I know how to use it, it is more than a tool, it is a weapon. So what makes a woman strong? I believe it is the heart. Even though physical strenght is of importance, its the inner strenght that is also just as important.

My friend, Dylan, told me that it is not just the phsical strenght alone, it needs the mind strenght. I was telling him about how I want to run a marathon and I need to train to build up my strenght. He told me lots of crap about physical strenght alone is not enough in a round about manner but I get what he is trying to say.

If your mind believe that you are unable to do it. With alot of physical strenght, you will still lose. I guess one just have to believe.

Yet will all the skills and no strenght, a battle wont be won either. That is why I understand why my coach is training us on our physical fitness. I ache all over but it is for a good cause. After the physical fitness will come the skills part. My coach said something that struck my heart. He said, "You are only going to be as good as you push yourself to be." I believe just as he said.