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Monday, August 13, 2007

Me, probably seem like the most boring blogger ever. no entries since, i can't count. heh.

my bulky video cam looking digi cam takes too long to open and start snapping pics, so all the pics are with gina and shikai, KK and Arjun, who's shock-proof + water-proof olympus camera saved us all from using our sensitive cams at Tioman. looks tempting but 700+, might as well save it for future trips.

Hongkong wasn't as great as I had expected it to be. the company was great nonetheless, but even then, the weather and over-shopping was so extremely tiring. unanimously we thought it was shopping camp (i'd say shopping torture camp). HEHE. gina suffered quite bad i guess. back ache and ulcers and heat stroke and sore throat. next time we should just go on a relaxed holiday to somewhere with spring or winter. like Aussie maybe? :D oh no wait, celine just came from there.

Sundays were life less. The past 2 sundays that I was home, all i remembered was emails, emails, and more emails. I have no idea how much i had to reply and email, i just did. sucks that i couldn't even catch a slight bit of the tv programs my dad so diligently taped for me while i was away. for 2 weeks already and it's still in the recorder. tsk.

first week of school was more like first 3 days of school. i don't know why i kept noticing what pple ard me were talking about or what they were doing. mostly strangers who were kinda weird. and some annoying. moved into hall it's no joke man. i hate being alone, seriously. a small space just makes it worse, and no direct toilet (ARGH). dust collects everyday so stupid no air con thank goodness i brought a personal fan in. some saving grace like getting the car to move in myself, the cupboards that separates my side of the room from my roommate. that's about it.

and how do u bring across the point that you'd like to go on a diet without sounding bimbotic? like i dunno how to tell mum "i don't want rice i wanna lose weight" as opposed to "i don't want rice i'm not feeling hungry." or when friends ask u out for supper and i have to say "oh no i'll pass, got tutorials next day this sem cannot play play" instead of speaking my mind "oh no i'll pass, i'm trying to lose weight." no no i'm not ashamed that i wanna lose weight, but u know the usual thing that comes around. "i wanna lose weight" => "huh u dun need to lose weight la!" OH COME ON! i hope no one says that to me, cuz no one else knows me better than me. if i'm PMSing i mite just bite his/her head off.

speaking of PMS, i'm just thankful to The One above that i didn't get it in HK or Tioman. I tink i mite be pms-ing now, explains my temper yester and today i guess. sheesh i slept 13 hours last nite again and still not exactly wide awake.

i can't believe this i tink i mite be actually addicted to travelling, and i know for sure i have no money now. i'm already telling my mum to please be sent to HK to do their accounts so i can tag along. and the next few trips which i should just keep to myself and hopefully forget about them before i become upset.

this rambling has to stop now. i just rmb my darling raz is away in India operating on her ankle. SO POOR THING! i should seriously reply her email.

toodles. till the next time i get all the pics i will majorly blog and retire.

i tink i'm too dependant a gf by my own standards, pls stab me. (which means i'm actually alright by comparison, but still.)

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