יום שלישי, דצמבר 19, 2006
letih. lesu. tapi suka! :P
AAAAhhhh...letihnye..
Fall quarter - check
Finals - check
Half-marathon - check
Marathon - check
No wonder i'm tired.
Friday was a good day. The day finals was over for me.
Saturday was a good day. We gave Gabriel a farewell makan.
But it was also a bad day. The day I learned about Joy and Eng's 13 dogs.
And it was the day I ran and discovered that my thigh inner muscle (S something is the name of that muscle) is still not fully healed. :(
Sunday was a good day. Church and sushi and (high) tea with my girls and Whit
But it was still a bad day because nobody seemed to care about Joy and Eng's 13 dogs even though I posted updates on my blog and Friendster. An old friend even had the nerve to ask, "Since when did you become a dog activist?" (Let's hope he does not have access to this blog)
Excuse me! Notifying others and spreading the news DOES NOT MEAN I AM A FRIGGIN' DOG ACTIVIST! Activists are people who go around shoving their beliefs into people's faces. There is, mind you, a big difference between spreading word and shoving your ideals into the face of others.
At least I have the guts to care about something many that many people just turn a blind eye or ear to.
Monday was a good day. Movie and pizza with my girls and Whit, Spruce, and Chantelle. It was also good because Rebekah my ex-roomie visited from Pittsburgh!!
But it was slightly bad because I had low energy levels. That of which I am not able to figure out why.
Tuesday is a good day. Sent Adilla off to Vegas at SMF.
..and would be an even better one if only my boy hurries up so I can see him!
My boy looks so good, that I feel like looking at photos of myself. During when I used to have long hair.
It was so long, that I can't believe now, how long it was!
But thanks to Adilla's Pete-the-ultra-cool-hairstylist, something had to be done to give my hair more bounce and less ...em..yea, split ends.
And if that wasn't enough, the Pityriasis Rosea virus that attacked me last summer finished up the job. So I declared war and retaliated by coloring it red! *zzz i looked hungry and jet-lagged at Harvard*
Ha, well that's not the real reason. I wanted funkier hair, that's why. :P
ah! Nak potong rambut lagi lah! *iza, iza......*
¶ 2:25 PM
Fall quarter - check
Finals - check
Half-marathon - check
Marathon - check
No wonder i'm tired.
Friday was a good day. The day finals was over for me.
Saturday was a good day. We gave Gabriel a farewell makan.
But it was also a bad day. The day I learned about Joy and Eng's 13 dogs.
And it was the day I ran and discovered that my thigh inner muscle (S something is the name of that muscle) is still not fully healed. :(
Sunday was a good day. Church and sushi and (high) tea with my girls and Whit
But it was still a bad day because nobody seemed to care about Joy and Eng's 13 dogs even though I posted updates on my blog and Friendster. An old friend even had the nerve to ask, "Since when did you become a dog activist?" (Let's hope he does not have access to this blog)
Excuse me! Notifying others and spreading the news DOES NOT MEAN I AM A FRIGGIN' DOG ACTIVIST! Activists are people who go around shoving their beliefs into people's faces. There is, mind you, a big difference between spreading word and shoving your ideals into the face of others.
At least I have the guts to care about something many that many people just turn a blind eye or ear to.
Monday was a good day. Movie and pizza with my girls and Whit, Spruce, and Chantelle. It was also good because Rebekah my ex-roomie visited from Pittsburgh!!
But it was slightly bad because I had low energy levels. That of which I am not able to figure out why.
Tuesday is a good day. Sent Adilla off to Vegas at SMF.
..and would be an even better one if only my boy hurries up so I can see him!
My boy looks so good, that I feel like looking at photos of myself. During when I used to have long hair.
It was so long, that I can't believe now, how long it was!
But thanks to Adilla's Pete-the-ultra-cool-hairstylist, something had to be done to give my hair more bounce and less ...em..yea, split ends.
And if that wasn't enough, the Pityriasis Rosea virus that attacked me last summer finished up the job. So I declared war and retaliated by coloring it red! *zzz i looked hungry and jet-lagged at Harvard*
Ha, well that's not the real reason. I wanted funkier hair, that's why. :P
ah! Nak potong rambut lagi lah! *iza, iza......*
¶ 2:25 PM
