Hello world.

The previous post was something i would have written in my diary, when i asked Regan what he thought about it, he said,'He wanted to puke'. For a moment, i was stunned but oh well, he is what u call a GUY guy. So i figured, what the hey, let's put it down to 'The men dun get it'. Yes, again.

So, the chalet was good. I went to Tampines first before going to the chalet. Upon reaching, tampines interchange, i thought, 'Why not just give Bib a call?' As expected, they were nearby, so went to meet them first before reluctantly leaving almost immediately. Met my god-mum for a bit, then made my way down to the chalet. I should have gone a lil later because they played PS2. *sigh. So me being there or not would not prove to be much of a difference with the existence of that evil box.

The next morning, the guys played soccer. I wasn't allowed to play. Blah! I was sooooo pissed. Because he told me i could. But then again, i dun think he even realised that i was pissed so i busied myself by taking vanity shots of myself in the room. Then i thought, oh well, what the hell, grabbed a beer and went outside to watch them play. Made kebabs like the day we first met. And you know how it went from there, the normal stuff, bbqing, drinking, chitchatting.
Still nobody got high, did stupid things, no nudity was involved. Except for private moments, that is. It was a chill-out chalet. Nevertheless, it was fun. It was also his birthday and i felt so bad that i could not make it any more special. I was broke and my parents were being well., parents. I'll make it up to you, k baby?

So, here i am, back at work. I really need to lose weight. I feel so self-conscious, i am not even as horny anymore!*gasp! So i think i better buck up my idea before i become so lazy, i won't even move and the only position i wanna be in is sitting on the couch with a bag of potato chips on my belly for easier access. Also, my hair is shit. I feel so disgusting, i am starting to feel insecure about everything. Drats! Nothing's worse than an insecure Cancerian girl. Except Naomi Campbell's temper.

Another bad thing is, my internet connection's not working for now. And i have to clean the house by this Thursday. Like, hello, can wait please? Gah, to tell you the truth, i am just freaking grouchy because of my hair. I know, it is ridiculous but great hair make up 80% of ur looks and confidence. So please,MTV, pimp my hair. i am so funny.. cannot take it. hahahaha..*ahem.

So, my cheque already in. Though it wasn't the amount i was expecting, i guess, it ain't wise to be greedy. Hmm...
Guess that's it for now/ Gotta go. See ya.