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That's weird.

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Jay'll skin me.

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Immoral Death
How will it happen?	You will have to eat edible undies until you die.
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Just the way I imagined it to be.

You are Emma You have been around since the beginning of Degrassi. Literally. As Spike’s daughter, you grew up in a household with no father, and a busy mother, but you turned out really well. You are very smart and always fight for what you believe in, regardless of the consequences. Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

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FRIKKIN TRUE.


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Ended up not jogging, by the way. We decided we lacked nourishment(read: we were more in the mood to pig out than run abt), so straight to the WhiteSands foodcourt it was.

Sigh... oh well.

I can't wait for 3rd October! The idea of going somewhere everyday, doing something and getting paid for it, is maaaaarvy. And 6-8 weeks later; perfect excuse for staying out! Plus, more moolah. Yummy yummy yummy.

I've promised myself I'm keeping this job, shortest duration(self-imposed) = 6 months, unless I'm offered employment elsewhere that pays me at least half a grand more. And that's sooo not gonna happen. I'm ok with my salary package; can afford to save a bit every month. Don't need anything more, at this moment. This moment refers to the coming few months, up till mid 2007. We'll see how it goes then.

Must buy 4D this wednesday! Got a power number in my head.

The water's boiled. Toodles!

nar-cis-sism / Pronunciation[nahr-suh-siz-em]

-noun

1. inordinate fascination with oneself; excessive self-love; vanity.
2. Psychoanalysis. erotic gratification derived from admiration of one's own physical or mental attributes, being a normal condition at the infantile level of personality development.


Also, nar-cism / Pronunciation[nahr-siz-uhm]

[Origin: 1815-25; < G Narzissismus. See narcissus, -ism]

-Related forms

na-cis-sist, narcist, noun
nar-cis-sis-tic, nar-cis-tic, adjective


-Synonyms

self-centeredness, smugness, egocentrism.

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Mmm.


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Guess what ppl? Guess what guess what guess what guess what???

I'm going jogging!!!!!

Stop laughing/ get those jaws off your keyboard/ wipe that skeptical look off your face. It's for real, I'm actually gonna perform a form of exercise! Normally I do sit-ups whenever I feel like my tummy looks like that of most of the indian cinema actresses. Flab, flab, and can you say FLAB? Noone's ever ready for all that jelly; Beyonce was so right. So besides attempting to completely flatten my tummy, I've been doing none else, and that is totally changing cos I've 'widened' in more places than I'd like to have. I feel like a mix of Jyothika and Ramba. *shudders*

Jogging/running works on your stamina too, which will be so useful for me, since running a pathetic distance for the bus leaves me panting like a dog.

Geethu's coming with, by the way. Absolute yay-ness! If I were to jog alone I'd probably have found some lame-assed excuse to satisfy myself with and had bread for dinner. And my mom wld have scolded me for trying to lose weight(the woman thinks I'm skinny; wtf, yah?) and waved a plate of prawn sambal and fresh, fragrant rice under my nose. So I wld have had 2 dinners in one night. Marvy notion, but a horrid one at the same time! Jelly belly. Bleaurgh.

Oh well, got to go dig out some old pair of trackies. Not much time left, so toodles!

To blog after so long(mmm... 2 weeks, I think), feels like I'm Mr. Rip Van Winkle awaking from a deeeep, DEEEEEEP slumber.

Actually no lah, I'm so used to blogging with long intervals, almost entirely due to laziness. Notice, I used the word 'almost'.

My mom's been dragging me to stay with her, from this sister's house to that sister's house to the other sister's house, for the past few months. Oh the perils of having 3 married sisters and a very prone-to-loneliness mother. It's not that bad, I guess, having a slightly nomadic life, but it does get old after a bit. We all know about my newfound love for sleeping in the buff, and it's not easy letting go of something so wonderful so soon, y'know. I can't even sleep without my bra on when I'm elsewhere man. Sad, sad, sad. I know you feel my pain.

What deepens my pain is the lack of internet connection at the houses of all 3 sisters. Lack of computers, more specifically. Those ppl don't need a comp, they say. I beg to differ. You don't need a computer unless you're dead. At least, in Singapore and such developed countries lah. So yep, no internet connection, no blogging. That's the reason why I'm blogging so little. Almost.

Anyways. My ex's deprivation(don't ask me what kind, and Sash, shut up) has been recently brought to my attention. Come to think of it, not so recent, since M told me abt the time(no wait, 2 times) that he asked her to act as his girlfriend for a day cos he'd bet with his buds that he'll be attached within a certain period of time, accomplishing(or acting like it) which, he receives SGD$150, give or take. This's the exact sorta thing he used to do back when we were attached. *shakes head* I'm still wondering if I was part of a bet too. Mmm.

Latest news is that there's this school or army related thing that requires him to bring 1 person as a partner/date. And guess who he asks? R. Like dunno wtf he's trying to prove right? He outright asked her in an msn convo. Damn weird lah. I don't mind him developing a thing for her or even for M(he used to refer to her as sister), for that matter, but what he's doing seems a little off to me. R says it doesn't seem like he's fully over me, which I totally abhorr. 2 years already y'know. It's not like I stayed single after breaking up with him; I got with Jay like, less than a week later(so shoot me). So I see no reason why he shld have no reason to be over it.

Him asking a bestie of mine out is giving me weird vibes. It's like, I feel like he's gettin associated with me somehow. Not bad vibes, but weird ones. Like, why my friends, of all ppl, rite? He's a person with a good heart, I know. Just had lotsa stuff in him I cldn't stand after a while. He deserves a pretty and good-natured girl. :)

Change of topic.

Y'know, sometimes, animals seem better than humans. Please do this; you, as one person, will make a good difference. Pass it on if you can.

Light a candle, fight against child pornography.

www.lightamillioncandles.com

I'm bored.

Help? Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp.

I'm too stuffed. Bleeeeurgh.

Heeeeeeeeelp.

Headache.

BLEAURGH!!

I miss you, Jay.

:(

Come to me! You stupid man, you.

Happy Onam, everybody!!

*binges on banana chips*

Wow.

He smsed me a few days ago bitching abt my previous blog entry, which he concluded with a don't-reply-cos-this-has-gotta-our-last-convo-and-you're-a-piece-of-shit, or something like that. And now he bitch-smses twinnie abt what she tagged. And uses the don't-reply thingie too. Like wtf, right? Makes me wonder, what does he not want to hear? And why sms in the first place?

It's like, he needs to deny his being lame... by being lamer. If I were in his position, I wldn't even bother.

So dude, seriously? Don't bother.

Oh, off to Madhu's house. Toodles!