Thursday, July 9, 2009
please beat me over the head with a disco stick
i need only one C in my life-- Control.


oh, and maybe Common Sense, so that i don't end up walking down the expressway after reading a map wrongly. FAILLLL. thank goodness for small mercies, though-- i was wearing shorts so i could clamber over all the stupid barriers. at least i wasn't late for blast, which i'd thought i would be after getting mildly lost after visiting the grandparents after lunching with ning after unintentionally ps-ing my dad for gymming.

liked all the choreos we did today very much (although ellen's was killer. i really cannot cannot cannot do it decently :(:(:( ), and adored ahmad's yesterday. this week is passing too darn fast, as much because of my utter decadence in indulging in everything i want to do and nothing i don't-- you should see the small mountain of sadly, mostly trashy books i've finished since friday, my dad's complaining about it taking up space-- as because... well, because murphy is a bitch. :(

but oh well. in the meantime there's dance, reading, running, friends, and Friends-- hahaha i can't get enough of season 8 rachel and joey. i mean, RACHEL AND JOEY. and i do wish channel v would stop playing jk songs when my sisters're asleep cos i can't scream for them to come down and coo over the latest dbsk/suju/2am/whee sung videos, and it's no fun insulting them w/o someone to yell at me. hurhurhur. oh tt reminds me esther was doing the girl's gen song at blast today ARGH. my sis told me someone made a fan drawing and drew one fully-fleshed-out girl, two stick figures and a bunch of dots because the rest are apparently not pretty enough to register. ouch. that IS the group, right?

i wanna kiss you
but if i do then i might miss you babe;
maybe three seconds is enough for my heart to quit it



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Posted at 2:32 AM

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