am gradually endeavouring to adapt my body to the gruelling exercises it will soon need to grow accustomed to. played touch rug in the rain yesterday and am now suffering the dreadful consequences. as the game progressed, my voice began to morph into something so terribly toad-like. am now croaking away and aching in every possible place imaginable. okay maybe except ONE.
being surrounded by unabashed muggers is fucking stifling. everyone ends their msn conversations with "ok gtg ! gotta mug !" . i mean seriously ... are these clowns fer real ? i think i miss cj in all its laid-back, slackerish glory. this is just too much for the lazy-ass procrastinator in me to handle.
nevertheless, my keen eye never fails to identify the minority of slackers in the crowd. always good to zero in on yer own kind and help each other feel better abt not part of the kiasu mugging flock of sheep :) i just cant get over this abrupt transition. cj does not groom muggers ! perhaps its time fer a little feedback .. hmm.
am also extremely amused by how image-conscious some pple tend to be, just because they're suddenly flung into a situation where theyre given a free hand in fashion experimentation. ok so we no longer have to wear the same goddamn thing as just abt everyone else in sch. doesnt mean you have to go shop in milan and showcase your impeccable sense of style. haha oh well, whatever it takes to get some amusement arnd here.