with d recent conclusion of IBG (or shld i say, ICBG? then y still haf an overall winner? but yay we get to keep d touch trophy hee hee), d onli part of my body which has been working overtime seems to b my greedy mouth n my tubby tummy.
thunder thighs? argh. simply canot, canot afford to go into neurotic aneroxic bitch mode. so unhealthy. ha. stock up on berries? naah. berries in dis part of d world taste uglier than sin. yucks. :p better have a concussion marathon than eat those... things. u think singapore has got ugly ppl? walk into d fruit section.. & cry.
am struggling to keep up with chinese. hmmmm. i'm truly becoming a student of mandarin! hur hur. how nice. sat nxt to MY jap hottie during lect on wed. hur hur. ^^ d poor unsuspecting bastard, asking me to share my textbook with him. anytime, sweetie. hahaha
i got a pretty door gift from jason, d sports sex! haa wish it was a rugby ball instead of a soccer one, tho. but considering d fact tt i dint help him make d doorgift (contrary to wat i'd hoped.. reali!), i shld juz b grateful tt he dint slap my face n call me a lying bitch, esp after my promise - albeit empty- of giving him a hand.
was reading dis week's issue of 8 days n read with disgust how most female celebs in singapore seem to b below 50kg. waaaaat. feel like chaining all of them skinny ppl dwn n force-feeding big & tasty with extra cheese. or one of those as-big-as-a-house burgers from carls' jr. which, btw, is definitely a misleading name for d fast food restaurant, since there was nothing junior abt it. if carl's junior is tt big.. i'd love to c carl. ha.
how is it possible to wish for a hope? cant afford to take such a risk.
