Typical day

Weight: no scales (hurrah!) No. of ciggies smoked in 20years: 0 (v.good) No. of bf's: 1 No. of assignments due:2 (Eeeeks!)

Ooh, woke up from nice dream, too bad cant remember it. Alarm rang 3 times, still body refused to get outta bed. Roomie worse condition- like an overturned turtle, or beached whale. Stumbled over to her and hit her bottom saying "We'll be late for class!" Responce was the *Grumble...nghhhhnmoph....*

Went to the loo, nearly knocked into teeny Malay girl on the way. Confirm she wld have toppled over had we actually collided. Look in mirror *Gack!* Weather and sweating so much is killing my face. Hair in unnatural mad-woman state.
Back in room, Suria still not up; had to be mean - stole her blanket and flicked water on her, finally some movement. Poor girl slept at 5am doing her work, i thankfully finished mine with Squatto earlier.

Why bother dressing up when its only for 3hours amongst 80 students, of which not even 10 are guys, and none even cute for that matter?
Lucky today, got buses- but still got squashed trying to get onto the 2nd one. If there were any perverts among us, he'd have a great time, as all squished together wouldnt know who's pinching who's bottom.

Things to do today :
1. Go to gym (seriously) with Squatto. Attempt to mold fat into more becoming shapes.
2. Buy mommy a bday prezzie. BJ (as in Bukit Jambul, not Bridget Jones) here i come!
3. Clear up mess in room (but why bother as it keeps going back to its usual mess; like a stress ball that will return to ball like shape no matter how much it's mauled)
4. Call Cat later ask how her first day of college was.

Ate 4 Choki-choki sticks and Tiger butter cookies- bad combo, felt ill.
Will not do it again. Will not!
Throat sore and water tastes icky. Stomache has no feeling in it. Maybe have no stomache. Food will just float around the blood stream, happy and free, in manner of 70's hippie high on mushroms.

ooh, must run. Dowanna be late. Daniel's picking up so yay, no need to suffer crowded mini bus.
Also means no possibility of bum being pinched...Hmmm....

(those that know will understand my style of writing, those that dont- go find out)