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Saturday, May 13, 2006

battleshits at macpherson. temple marathon. close to zero sleep and pelting rain. the weather couldn't have been more unforgiving. this is probably the first time in years that i didnt spend vesak day doing something completely unrelated to the subject being commemorated. and at this point, i am reminded once again, how much of a sinner i felt throughout each visit. nevertheless, i had the most interesting time. irony ? check.

to top that off.

being the slackest and laziest person i know, i found myself mysteriously present at bukitbatok mac's for the past 5 hours working on a school project. yes i know. the irony ! it stings. believe it or not, i was contributing rather significantly. or at least more than i usually do (which implies close to zilch productivity). what blows more than the thought of me doing anything academic-related on a friday night ? the fact that every one of those hours resulted in nothing but the 4 of us being back at the drawing board. outcome of apparent efforts = thin air.

i hate the thought of having to work any further. esp since it involves eating into my precious weekend which i hope to spend doing something weight-loss related. the past week saw ridiculous amounts of food being consumed by a single bulging tummy. damage control, somebody !

i'm smashed.

late night m&m's strike again !



much love.

mar de sade gnarled at 5:35 AM

5:35 AM