True to my blog's tagline (cheh cheh), here's a thought:

I think some people just conveniently use PMS or emotional stress or whatever other medical-sounding conditions they can think of as an excuse to be moody and to have things their way. If some of us can be in control of our emotions, why can't the rest at least try?

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Updates for my own viewing pleasure that you would waste your time reading:

I have sent out my songssss! Except to Poh Leong, still stuck using hotmail. hehe.

I'm thinking of turning my headlights on when I drive tomorrow afternoon. I hope I don't get caught though *snickers*

I still want to capture the chickens and the chicks at the junction of the kampung jawa traffic light with my camera. I might do it tomorrow. I hope there's a loooong red light.

I am going to make full use of my Friday afternoon tomorrow to chill out. The drudgery starts again after that.

I am thinking of Bawanie and i want to talk to her simply because.

I need to re-sew my Malaysian flag patch on my Rangers uniform!

And I tell you, when I ramble, I ramble. I should stop now.

Ohhh myyy gooodnessss.

Why do people even bother using hotmail email addresses? All my mails to them keep getting bounced back to me. Out of all my musicians for this sunday, only Zlwin and Joel received my songs. I am gonna have to send it again tonight. Sigh. I am so frustrated.

I tell you, the hardest thing about being a songleader is choosing the songs. I spent a month thinking and asking God sometimes, and when that didn't produce even a semblance of a tune, I forced myself to stay up till 3am last night to finalize my songs to send out to the musicians, and still I only came up with 3. And now after finally choosing all 6 and rushing to send them out, only 2 musicians can receive them. Even the SINGERS can't receive them. I wanna scream.

For goodness' sake people, get gmail!!!!!!!!!!!!

Recently so many people have been coming to college looking super worn out. Everyday, I am invariably telling someone or the other that they look tired and asking if they are alright. Haha look who's talking, because people ask me that all the time too. Oh the irony.

And I desperately need a break. Next week doesn't count because Monday we'll be going to the Taman Tun park to check out our film location, I bet Tuesday and Wednesday we'll have meetings for all our assignments, and Thursday I'm off to NTC. When am I gonna get some rest? *hyperventilates*

I have too few hours in a day. I really do.

Ahhh, despite having naively ordered a dish ostensibly named The Big Seafood Platter (or something of the sort) but essentially filled with an obscene amount of absolutely horrible-tasting rice to go with the mediocre-tasting fried oysters and shrimp and fish and calamari and soggy fries (i should have tapau-ed for you la Jess), I still had so much fun tonight. I actually think I might miss Noel/Moses and his big black Pajero which he had thus far faithfully used to ferry us around. (YACHT us around suwei?? ;p muahahahah!)

Uncontrollable laughter is good sometimes. And so is being very humorous. I just hope I can get all the gas out of my stomach tonight before I go to bed.

AND I miss you girls alreadyyy!! and our latest baby sister too *winks*

EVERYONE is leaving to Australia/England. Why is nobody else going to Hawaii?