for every me and every you.

okay, i just ripped this off my lj. i'm too lazy to write up some other thing again.

one must really stop spelling weird as wierd.

even winda's making fun of me.

and spelling remember as remeber.

speaking of which, note to self:
must buy chicken satay and otah for her party tomorrow as well as bring some cheap wine and the corkscrew. tho, maybe i'll just ask mwen to get the satay and the corkscrew.

okay. maybe i should meet them before.

okay, anyways, was talking to martin just now, so running at six in the morning at east coast park? on okay? i really need to lose some weight. i feel extremely fat and unproductive.

and you know what? this means that i can get new sneakers! YAY! any excuse to go shopping right? haha.

( those of you who don't know me, i'm not this bimbotic or actually that into shopping. )

but, i really do need new sneakers, mine are like seriously falling apart. it's like vomiting black stuff all over the place with each step that i take. yes, really, no exaggeration here.

okay, just got off the phone with dear winda. SHE'S MARINATING THE DAMN CHICKEN WINGS NOW! yes, with her bare hands. and by the sound of things, it's as tho she doesn't know what she's doing. so, yes, i'm going to keep away from the chicken wings and eat something that came out from the package, tho it's a little unhealthier, but, i'm doing it for my stomach, yes? haha.

so anyways, i went to school's speech day today. i have to say not being in school for six months then going thru a terrible ordeal of listening to speech after speech after speech (did i mention, BORING?), really dampens the mood of going back to school on the nineteenth of this month. hopefully poly wouldn't be as boring as this. well, what can i say. it's mister jaafar ain't it, i wouldn't expect anything less. haha.

and i still absolutely adore mrs remedios! ((:

oh yeah, and poor roanny broke his leg and had to put a metal pole up his leg. i know, can you say ouch? but, it was fun playing with his crutches. it's like primary school all over again.

then, it was dinner at swensons with the whole long table of FOUR-E-A-NS and one lone meiwen. tonnes of awkward conversations and dewei being the same old sacarstic and full of shit pain in the arse he is. pardon me. anyways, jacky become better looking. and from the words of meiwen, like a mando-pop-band-rock-star. or something like that. or was it martin? okay, i think it was martin.

i think mr ong doesn't remember me that well already, so WOOHOO! hahahahaha. happiness, i tell you. and i can't believe that people think that i'm together with roanny. i mean, hello? how can that be lah! stups. and, you know roanny, if you are reading this, please, please change your hairstyle, or at least dye it back to it's original colour.

okay, heroes is starting soon. my absolute love for now. ((:

hiro nakamura and peter petrelli. ABSOLUTELY YUMMALICIOUS! ((:

and, a compliment is still a compliment, right? i think?

xoxo.