many pending worries.. navin's playing the brazilias this sat. alritey. i lOuVre him to bits so ill prob be at the front line cheering him onz while hez getting his ass thrashed.. so those into futball shit, be sure to go down and support aite? ok the pending worry part : wad do i wear?? *collapses* and if it rains, my hair wld get all messed up. sucks to the rainy weather. anyhoo, ms selfridge is back. yoohoo! at marina sq. their new collection of bikinis is to die for. well, my diet plan isnt exactly working. i popped down two boxies of chocs yest. hmphz. tammy and i plan on buying those pieces, look at them everday, get inspired and run ten rounds ard the field..maybe i shld start slow..maybe ten rounds ard the carpark first or smthng.
oh well, was talking to murukkus a while ago. hez gonna drive a tank after lunch. how cool is that? i was jus being an irritating inquisitive pig and asking him tens of thousands of qns.
FYI: Q & A session frm the dude himself....
Q: are u gonna drive the tank in the jungle?
A: no no. usually we drive them in the roads of singapore. we take the aye expressway. u always see those rite?haha. ya la. jungle.
Q: ok..arent there trees? wad if u crash into a tree?
A: no. there are specific paths and tracks to follow in the jungle
Q: wad if the spaces btw the trees are too small?
A: den we drive AROUND the cluster of trees.
Q: what if the tank runs of gas in the middle of the jungle? do u push it all the way back?
A: no it wldnt.
Q: Wad if it rains? like realli heavily? wld the ammunition fire up even when its wet?
A: why do i bother coming up to talk to u?
thats it folks. the answers we've always been dying to know. hehe
sigh. quite sad to admit, but hell yea, ive lost the mood to club. im jus seriously nt in the mood to get on da dancefloor, and well, since im nt yer drinking person, my purpose in getting into a club is simply defeated. perhaps cuz its the company yea? i miss ma girls. i miss eve and to a certain extent, even tiffo. i mean tammy is a great partner but yea..i miss the good ol times. the innocence of it all. there's always the thrill of getting into a club cuz 1) ure underaged 2) u know ure nt sppsed to be clubbing cuz its basically taboo in ur hse 3) uve got so much of energy in u thats dying to get wasted on the dancefloor. AND THEN, u mature. u realize that u look old enuff to get into da clubs even w/o showing ur id. ur parents are cool as long as u tell them ure going for a party. The guys u meet in the club, no matter how hot they may be, are a) underaged or b) desperados looking for a gd fcuk. And, lastly, uve no mood to get it going. i mean, its always fun to experiment with that eyeshadow combi that u wldnt walk out in broad daylight in and to dress up and to slap on those killer heels. but, sadly, ive jus morphed into a lazy fat ass who wld rather do the wine and dine routine. perhaps this is wad they call growing up, when the fire in u dies out. thats pretty sad. and its quite sad the only word i know to describe "saddening" events is sad. i need to brush up on my vocab.
i hate giving tuition. its the most boring 1.5 hrs of my life. i need to find interesting ways to earn money.
and so her story is told@ 10:46 PM
