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Monday, January 24, 2005

Wat the hell? I am here again, when i'm supposed to be out somewhere, shoppin like crazy, havin fun like no-one's business, enjoyin the 1 week holidays, or maybe just muggin over the projects tat is due to be submitted after the holidays.. And why am i here? Why am i here? Why am i here? Hmmm, I duno. I cant comprehend. I cant explain why. The fact is: I'm still here. Fuck.

Simple. Reason, no-one's datin me out. Which i dun understand until i scroll my phonebook to look for the possible people available for a date with me. Ya, I playin my own datin game. With my friends of course. I discovered one cruel fact. Most of my them are given the sentence of Job-imprisonment. Or have the responsibility of fightin "the-land-we-are-born-in". Or havin rat chasin games in the Unis. Which makes me the only slacker in my friends. No jobs, no school, no income, no responsibilities, no plans for the day. Damn. Come think of it. I should be in school for some MP Juding Day Briefing, which i've no idea wat the hell is it. Never mind. I shall hide myself in the house, and give others the impression that i'm not free, coz i've too many appointments to attend. The truth is: I'm really busy. But the hidden understatement is: I'm really busy. with Sleepin.

Ahhh... Sleeping. A great way to lose weight. Facts: here, and here. No wonder they called it beauty sleep. Helps to minize the eyebags, helps in a more radiant expression, helps to clear off the deep cells, and now, helps to lose weight. The pros of sleep actually overwhelmed the cons, as I cant think of any possible reasons to forgo the precious sleepin time. So people, go on. Sleep more. Pss, I'm not askin you people to go sleep around! The sleepin as in the Sleepin. Where your body goes througha natural periodic state of rest for the mind and body, in which the eyes usually close and consciousness is completely or partially lost, so that there is a decrease in bodily movement and responsiveness to external stimuli. [Definition by
dictionary.com]. And one more thing, i'm not adversitin their products, i'm just emphasisin on the fact that someone with sufficient sleep is more resistant to weight gain.

Never mind that. In case you are all ready to cast me into the category of bummers, slackers, and worthless jerks. Fyi, I'm productive while i'm awake too. So, labelled me not as a useless bimbo who spends her time tryin too hard to look like those supermodels. The most accomplised thing like done this weekend is: I've finished readin this book called: "Mosaic", about a mothers' struggle to recapture her live after her couilion husband took her kids away from her. Chey, nothin wat. Never mind. The fact that i actually walk in MPH, lingers 1hr to select a suitable book, and spent only 2days in readin the 412pages in fonts so small that i now have a 100%risk of being cock-eyed, impressed me. Yes, i impressed myself with this.

Book review, Alot on politcies on the 911 incident and how American Arabs are comdemmed, with impression that they are linked to the incident that shocked the world world. A personal struggle with a Gay son, and a husband who refused to accept the fact that his son is "not-straight". A juggle of givin up a successful career, to spend more time with her 2juveiles. Wat can i say more? A true tribute to women. All women in the world. Vulerable yet Strong. Resolute yet Sensitive. After readin the shits she went through, and how the husband felt remorseful in te end, makes me wanted salute to such lady.

Now, I wana immerse myself into the smell of more books, i'm going to Compass Point. The library! I figured, since I'm so impressed with myself, and top it up with the fact that i'm wearin my "make-me-look-like-a-teacher" specs now, thanks to the infected red eye. I shall do somethin that holds my image. I shall read more books to complimentary it. So Taaad!
[Psst, mike, i cant go on lookin like J.Lo everyday! Haha.]

beautiful memories on. 3:52:00 pm x
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Slut. Of course NOT!
My Terminal. In reality.
Then he inspired this.
When one's lost his directions.
The Tsunami Prayer.
Between You & Me.
That Cheeky "Sisterhood".
Saints' 30km Road March
The word - Condemn.
Singaporean Traits
Wilber, Definitely cute.


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