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Wednesday, May 14, 2008,7:09 AM

AIN'T HE SHOOO CUUUUTEEEE!!!! FURR SHOOO SHOFFFTTT!!! EEEEKKKKKK *SNUGGLES*

saw him at Geylang wet market yesterday. sat next to him and disturbed his sleep by petting his head and tummy. look at his legs neatly placed at the chair. his whiskers were extra looong. so taaame. ooohhh i'm so smittened by that kitty!

so that was yesterday.

came back about 45 mins ago. i can't feel my knees and my head is still throbbing. had a cold shower and stunned myself. my head feels much better but it is still numb.

practiced 'Run The Show' for library. yeah. was literally running. it was like a marathon for a few hours straight. Shaq was my buddy to run through the countless times of repeating the choreography with me the whole way till she got headache too. i was perspiring so bad its like somebody just threw a pail of water at me. then i couldn't stand it. wanted to learn 'Feedback' but my knees were wobbling. i'll keep it for tomorrow.

OH!!!

STEVE. YOU DAMN SEXY BOY, YOU!!! OMG! YOUR BODY WAVE AND HEAD SWING ARE JUST SO DELICIOUS. FREAKIN' TURN ON, STEVE! WOOOHOOOO! YUMMMEHHH.

lol. i shall stop smothering him like a pervert.

intend to do report but my eyeballs feel like shrunk prunes. i need pillow.

i wonder what i really want for myself in future. what would i want to do for a living?

the current course i'm in.. well, i don't see myself being a technician - opening and closing valves in the industrial plant. i see myself more as interacting with people and making a living out of it. why did i get in such a hard course to begin with? should've
gotten some easier course or even nursing - shave patient's pubic hair or poke - I MEAN give a non-painful injection to the patient.

i've decided.

i shall polish my third language instead of going for reggae class at O-school. i can't afford the time since my term break will be burned by CPTC training. there are things that should be of my priority when i wanna mould my future to what i have in mind. i love reggae really. i LOVE it like a LOT LOT. but, look at it this way, i can't make a living out of it. i'm a little more practical if you compare it to my passion.

in the end, it all leads up to tha dollar dollar bill, yo~

Sunday, May 11, 2008,12:50 AM

i look like zombified trash, don't i?

aching and aching all over. almost every movement i make, i will croak and groan cause of the pain. its drastic, man. yesterday was the first ghetto krump session. i felt like a massive lump of dough trying to roll around and cause a major disaster. well, in the end, i was a disaster myself. i think i portrayed the choreography quite badly. don't know if i can get through. its nice, really. the grand seniors did so much better. now, i seriously i feel like i can't dance. need to lose them fats to move faster. ohhh.... my baack... i walk like a robocop, man. when i laugh, my stomach and my back aches even more and that happens almost all the time.

home alone to do the 4 lab reports. these kind of reports i hate most. those numbers of data and to plot them in graph. what a labour. i feel like throwing up doing this crap. because of this burden, i missed my free lunch. my parents went to my dad's friend's house. there's this party where the kid gets his head shaved. i don't know for whatever traditional reason, i don't care. i just missed my free lunch. bummer.

i am so distracted. was going around friendster, finding people i know and adding them. look at pictures. stuff. i'm bored to the pits.