Hokays since I'm so bored I made myself a new blog on blogspot. I'm probably still gonna come on here and read the friends' page and stuff, but as for posting, i'm most probably gonna do it there.

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Okay, haven't been up to much lately, except I've suddenly been filled with a newfound determination to get fit quick. I think it might have been sparked off by an overdose of gawking at photos of Megan Fox. Seriously who is that perfect? (She did NOT use to be a male, anyway) Met up with Clarence, Ru and Yunxing last week for swimming/tanning but we only treaded water a little and sat around talking and eating fantastic pizza. Didn't get much sun either, but it was fun nonetheless.

Then I procrastinated about jogging (so expected, really). Duck called me at like 9pm last night and asked if I wanted to go jogging with her. Sorry, my inertia is so strong that my body does not entertain any spontaneous suggestions to move. We went swimming this morning instead, and contrary to Angeline's comment about the toilets at Serangoon being clean, they were really quite dim and dingy and a bit creepy. There wasn't much sun this morning, but we swam! We didn't swim very much, but hey, I'm starting small okay. I was crazily out of breath and I think after every lap we rested for like 10-20 minutes, which is way more time than we spent actually swimming, but my arms are aching like fuck now. I can barely even lift them.

So yeah. I realise my posts haven't had photos for a while. 1d15 photos are on facebook, and I have like a ton of photos from various outings with the boyfriend dating back to God-knows-when that I'm really lazy to resize and upload. Oh, and I think I haven't done anything about the photos from Duck's birthday.

I'll do it soon, I think. I mean after all, I did finally get around to swimming, so I'm not all about empty resolutions.

Ohoh, and Champions League final tonight! Couple of the guys most probably coming over to my place to watch it. I'm already starting to feel like a bundle of nerves right now. I'm so goddamn nervous. Everyone seems to see a Barcelona victory coming, and idk I think that might happen? I want this victory so bad, even though it's not exactly going to be my victory to have. gsffdgsadghdf.

I just had one wisdom tooth removed this morning and I feel like a patient with a terminal illness. Half my mouth was numb for quite a while and I had a wad of cotton against my wound the whole morning, so I really couldn't eat anything. All I had the whole day was one bowl of alphabet soup. I had half of it in the morning, then gave up, took my meds and went to sleep. When I woke up, it was time for my second round of painkillers and antibiotics so I had the other half a bowl of alphabet soup. I'm on three types of medication right now and it's kinda cool. For some reason, I kind of like popping pills. I know that's not good, but they always offer instant relief.

It wasn't actually that bad. I initially thought I could just go for a consultation at the dental clinic near my house, just to check if I really had to extract my wisdom tooth. The one that was troubling me was actually the bottom one, 'cause it was swelling and making my bite the inside of my check a lot. But when I was lying in the chair, the dentist told me it's the top one grinding against the bottom one that was causing the problem, and I might not even have to remove the bottom one. At first I was just amused because I never knew I had another wisdom tooth on the top. It had grown out quite discreetly.

Then he said, "Okay, so I'll remove the top one and wait a few months for the bottom one to grow out. If it's still causing you problems we'll remove that one as well."

I was still pretty okay at that point 'cause the difference in cost between removing a tooth on the top and one on the bottom is quite astronomical. The top one costs $60 to remove at my neighborhood clinic, and the bottom one requires surgery and will cost $400-$500. I almost died when I saw the price. Wisdom teeth are so unnecessary and so goddamn expensive. If I had known, I would have studied harder in secondary school so I can be a dentist too. So anyway, I wasn't really expecting to remove anything. I wasn't mentally prepared at all. I was thinking I'd just consult and go for breakfast with my brother. Then he told me to lie down and I think my shock was quite apparent.

Me: Wait, now?!
Dentist: Yes, now.
Me: OMIGOD.
Dentist: (laughs)

I think I was too shocked to tell him I didn't actually want to remove my tooth yet, so I just lay down. Frankly, it wasn't as bad as I thought. He told me to close my eyes so I didn't actually see any of the scary stuff that he was doing. I was really terrified of being injected with anaesthesia, but he was right, it really felt like an ant bite. I've had more painful ant bites, really. I actually felt the needle poking into my gum a few times, and it really didn't hurt at all. My fear did spike tremendously when he was doing the actual pulling out of my tooth, but I really didn't feel much. I was quite scared because he was exerting a lot of force, and I've heard horror stories, like Xuelin's tooth breaking when the dentist was pulling it out. But I really didn't feel it coming out. I was still bracing myself when he said, "Okay, you can rinse."

Whoa okay. That took like 2 minutes. I was horrified yesterday when Elaine and Xuelin were telling me about their dental experiences, but this was really kind of anti-climatic. Sort of like when I donated my blood. I think I fear too much all the time. Maybe I'm not as afraid of needles and pain as I thought I was. Now I've survived a blood donation, a tooth extraction and a tattoo. I feel so goddamn brave la. Hahahahaha. Hopefully the pain will never set in. I'm gonna keep popping the painkillers till I'm sure that the gaping hole in my gum has healed.

I think it's time for that second tatt.

I HAVE TO BE THE MOST UNLUCKY PERSON IN THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD.

I just had the funnest 3 days ever, and now I'm miserable and alone again.

I have someone who could probably be the best boyfriend in the entire world and NS has to take it all away from me. I don't care if I sound like the most selfish and stupid person in the entire world. I'm not an independent person, never have been and probably never will be. I need someone here for me to lean on! I thought I was getting used to it la. I mean I went through the second half of the first two weeks quite well. I was actually back to pre-NS happy moods. Now he's gone back to Tekong and I'm alone again. 6 more days till I see him again. I really fucking hate NS. It's making my moods yo-yo like crazy. I think I might lose my mind before the 2 years are up.

I really did enjoy the days he was back in civilisation, though. One should never underestimate the joy of having a warm body to hug. I had someone to watch soccer with me again. I had someone to call when making long journeys to my tuition lessons. I had someone to shop around town with me. Someone to volunteer to carry my goddamn heavy bag. Someone to hold my hand. Someone to poke and pinch and laugh at. Someone to give in to me when our opinions and decisions conflicted. Someone to entertain my crazy and spontaneous ideas like checking ourselves into a hotel for a night. Someone who will protect me from anything that comes my way, from a caterpillar on my arm to the arm of a random stranger around my shoulder. I may not be a very good human being, but I must have done something right to have found a catch like this one.

On a less emotional note, t12 trip to Phuture finally materialised, even if there were only 4 of us who turned up. We ended up making up the smaller percentage of the group. A whole bunch wasn't even from CJ. And I have to say, after boys enter NS, they don't talk about anything else. I swear, it's all they can talk about. It seems to be a topic that can be linked to anything and everything under the sun. A bottle of Jim Bean can be linked to some water-filling thing they do in NS, which in turn links to just about everything else their officers make them do. And Clarence kept pulling out his Pocari Sweat ration thingy and waving it around every few minutes. Even when we were crossing the road, they'd be reminded of marching. When we were being mobbed on the dance floor, Clarence started yelling, "Fall in! Fall in!" When the lights came on at the end of the night, they were like, "Wah, book in tonight, sian!"

I think nobody is more sian than me, please. I'm this clingy girl who has no one to cling onto now. I hate NS, seriouslyyyyyy. :(

Okay, it's been four days since my most beloved has temporarily exited my life, and I think I'm coping fine. I was a blubbering wreck the first and second day, but I think I'm actually coming to terms with his absence. I had 3 more 5-minute sessions since and I've kept very soberly sob-free throughout. One of the nights, we were actually allowed to talk for 15 whole minutes. God, was I happy. Really forces one to reflect on the little things in life, ehh? I used to be able to call anytime I wanted to, and I'd talk his ear off when I was on bus rides, or walking home, stuff like that. Now 5 minutes to hear his voice is all I can hope for.

At times when I'm alone, I still feel a little depressed, and I still miss him like KERAZY all the time, but I guess I'm taking things a lot better. And I seriously would not have been able to do this without my darlings Elaine and Woman. They saw my face for three days straight, and I think if I didn't have them to hold my hand through these few days (not literally la) I'd still be curled up at home, crying my eyes out.

Oh, and I have HUUUUUGE NEWS. To everyone who has ever been to Elaine's cave:
WOMAN AND I CLEANED HER FAN.

I'm serious.

We actually tried to vacuum it, but the dust was so thick, they were actually ROPES and they twined around those metal thingies on the fan, so we used OUR HANDS and tissue paper and LITERALLY PULLED OUT THE DUST. Dead serious. I braved the killer dust with my flu, no less. Thanks to our brave and noble mission, Elaine now has clean air to breathe. Anyone who has ever seen her fan will understand how huge an issue this is. Just in case you were wondering where Elaine was throughout this whole mission, she was watching tv. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay, but she did help out towards the end, when she saw us labouring to improve her living conditions.

Anyways, I have developed a new and stronger love for the two of them. I mean, I already loved you guys a lot before, but now I love you a whole lot more. Other than cleaning her fan, we also rediscovered the art of chinese chess. It was damn funny, seriously. As usual, we double-teamed Woman but I had to divert my attention halfway because of my precious five-minute phone call, so technically, Elaine thumped Woman's ass on her own. Woman and I also journeyed to Hougang to pick Elaine up after tuition and provided her company for the ride home. Come on, where do you find kindness like that? We also ventured to Ubi where I FINALLY signed up for my BTT, which I pray like crazy I'm not gonna fail. Then we caught 17 Again, where I laughed so hard I kept hitting Woman. It's damn hilarious. I'd recommend it to all Grieving Army Girlfriends (I shall henceforth refer to us as GAGs) because you laugh so hard you temporarily forget about the hell that is having a boyfriend miles away in Tekong.

To sum up, I love you two, and thank you soooo much.

And I also love my poor baby living in prison-like conditions on that stupid island. I really can't wait till this whole ordeal is over. 11 more days to go.

Title lacks orginality and creativity, but I'm in the mood for neither, so I'll go with the most fitting one.

I'm probably pretty lucky that my boyfriend is one of the last batches to enlist, which means he stuck around long enough for my birthday. When I was watching other people enlist early (eg Clarence and Weiwei), I did feel kind of sad. But time seems to have flown past, and the weekend meet-ups make me feel like, hey, actually it's not really that bad, still get to see our boys quite often what. And then my baby enlisted and suddenly, one day seems like an entire decade.

The whole gravity of it all took some time to hit me. Right up till the stupid talk thing at Tekong, I was still quite optimistic. I was actually quite happy when we were told that they were allowed to book out early on the 29th, making it 2 weeks instead of the 3 that we'd thought it would be. One week shaved off is still good news la, but I didn't realise that 2 weeks would be this excrutiatingly long. It's been less than 12 hours since I left Tekong, but I swear it feels like forever. How did time actually fly by before this, man?

Maybe I'm too clingy or something, but my boyfriend is my best friend, and I've never gone a full day without talking to him. Besides missing him like crazy, I'm nursing the worst case of flu ever, and life as a tutor really, really sucks. Before, he was the one who would get me through all the horrid travelling and terrible kids, but now I'm left to deal with it on my own. I feel like quitting more than ever, but then I'd have no money. So, I've basically waited the whole day for the supposed 9.30-10.30pm time frame where the boys are allowed to make their phone calls. Guess what? THAT WAS A FREAKING LIE.

We spoke for a grand total of 5 minutes, and I spent most of that blubbering because I was so happy and so sad at the same time. I'm a total wreck la. I cried so much I was reminded of last year, when we actually broke up for a day. It's so horrible. Back then, I remember John and Jayda took me for Bravissimo and all was well for a short while. Famiry = <3 Woman has helped me quite a fair bit through today. Am very touched by her offers to have dinner with me, and her readiness in saying "of course" when I asked if she'll meet me more often so I'll feel less alone. Times like these really show me how fortunate I am to have people who will stand by me and help me anytime I need help. Even my mum, whom I really hate sometimes, has been getting me medicine and checking to see if I'm really mentally and emotionally as sound as I claim to be.

Maybe there's something wrong with me, but I really don't know how other girls can take it. Is there an instruction manual or something for girls with separation anxiety? There probably isn't, but the least they could do was give us more than 5 minutes. Are all the officers in there heartless or what? Don't they have mothers/girlfriends/wives? I suppose I'll feel better as I get more used to it, but as of now, there's nothing I hate more than NS. I want my baby back. :(

Okay, really damn freaking lazy to update this useless blog, but I wanna thank the people who actually remembered my birthday, and those who took time out to celebrate with me.

This year was a lot quieter, I suppose because there's no school, so like, people aren't obliged to wish me a happy birthday just because they see me. Definitely a lot less people with text messages as well. A lot of people either totally forgot or didn't care, especially that one in China. Not so much expectations for most, but very very disappointed in her. When you come back, remember YOU OWE ME!

Some people made this birthday very memorable for me. First and foremost, definitely gotta talk about the cute one. I wasted too much time getting ready so we didn't actually make it to the zoo, but the Night Safari turned out to be pretty damn fun. I freaked out a couple of times because of all the bugs and bats, but otherwise, it was a real adventure. Everything else was awesome too, and I LOVE my birthday present. Thank you, and I love you.

Then there was the surprise that Elaine, Angeline and Duck planned for me, even though it kinda failed on so many levels. The thought was very sweet, though, and so was the cake. I had to wear this retarded pink tiara and hold this flashing wand AND take pictures with them like I was a national monument, so I might be a bit hesitant to upload the photos. Mind you, it was a surprise so I was in rotty clothes and zero makeup, so yeah I really looked like shit. I might eventually put them up, though. Midnight snacking and chatting/complaining about our tutoring pains was real fun. Thank you girls and I love you too!

Speaking of tutoring, I'm really beginning to hate my life as a tutor. I'm not cut out to be a teacher, I am very certain. Kinda funny that all of us, with the sole exception of Angeline, ended up tutoring. I guess I'm lucky I have some of the cuter kids, so my job is less excruciating, but still, it's definitely not what I wanna do in the future.

Meeting up with Xuelin tomorrow for Shopaholic and probably more complaining about tutoring. I'm really thankful for the people who care about me, even though I sometimes don't show that I appreciate it. Thanks to John for coming up with "the first anniversary of your 18th birthday", hahaha it made me feel a tad younger. Thanks to Jayda as well, and remember, whatever decision you make, you know that it will turn out to be the right one, somehow or another because it's what YOU want. Thanks also to the people at VE, for being the first wellwishers. You guys are awesome colleagues, and thanks for being more friends than coworkers to me.

So, the bottomline is, I'm fortunate to have people around me who care about me, and I'm thankful.
Photos soon.

Shit, I'm turning 19. Idk, I don't feel so good about it. Why can't I just stay 18 forever?

Sucks that my 18th consisted mostly of stress and studying.

I feel old. I feel like I'm gonna be receiving my purple ez link any day now. Soon, kids are going to be giving up their seats to me on the bus. (I hope that this generation of kids are considerate, at least)

:(

Most people can be grouped into 2 categories after the release of the results: Elated or Devastated.

I was devastated at first, but further thinking led me to acceptance. After all, what more did I expect? The only grade which really disappointed me was my Econs grade. It's really pathetic, considering I studied, and I thought I knew my stuff. I should consider myself lucky that my strongest subjects didn't let me down. UES is pretty secure as well. It doesn't make my results great, but you know, it could have been worse.

I don't really wanna say much about it, but since talking about this extremely life-changing decision seems obligatory, I'm just praying for a little luck to get me through this confusing and dark period and hopefully this time next year, I'd be an undergrad.

Okay, being less bitchy/judgemental/critical has always been a resolution of mine, but as you can see, it's February and once again, it hasn't worked out well at all. I remember like, sec 3 or 4, Yenju told me that we should really try being less mean because what goes around comes around, and we embarked on our little journey towards self-betterment. I think it lasted like, an hour max? Seriously, I don't think I can change. The worst thing is, I have a lot of bitchy friends and when girls get together, it usually turns into a bitchfest somehow.

Over the weekend, I worked at a roadshow, and they hired a few girls to dress up like angels. There were like, around ten of us, and even though we barely knew each others' names, cliques just somehow formed and claws came out. It took less than a day for girls to decide they didn't like each other and gather in circles to bitch about each other. For some of us, it's like a way of life. I know for sure that I'm quite an incorrigible one. I even have like, bitchy-friends. You know, the kind I can just go up to and "OMFGYOUKNOWWHAT?!" like Jayda Ow and Li Chengting. I really appreciate our special bond, weird as it may sound.

Anyways, I just really need to get this out of my system. I CAN'T FREAKING STAND PEOPLE WHO THINK THEY'RE HOT. In hot people, this "I'm so hot" vibe already takes their hotness down a few notches. In moderately hot people, it makes them ugly already. For people who are nowhere remotely near hot, it just induces nausea. Seriously, I literally felt ill a few moments ago when a comment reached my ears. Confidence is one thing, delusion is another. I don't wanna be overly bitchy and hurt people's feelings, but sometimes a little self-reflection is necessary because not every bitch doesn't want to hurt others' feelings. Some have no qualms about it.

On another note, I'm really sick of people giving me negative comments. One of my superiors told me some stuff today that I really felt was useful in my life. The things that people say to pull you down will make you stronger and help you to realise who are your friends. Some people in my life are really crabs and I really wanna say, WHATEVER. If making snipes at me will help you feel better about yourself, idk thinner, prettier, whatever, go ahead la. People have eyes and they can see for themselves if you're merely saying things to attempt to hurt me and try to inflate your own ego. ROLLS EYES LORZZZZZZZZZZZ.

My new motto is to become a stronger person and the first thing I'm gonna do is to learn not to get affected by stupid comments and live my own life. If mediocre minds want to obsess about my life, I'll take it as a compliment. Really. Just talk to the hand 'cause I don't effing care.

So another Valentines' Day has past. I know all the shit about how if you really care about each other, you don't need a day to like, declare it and all, but whatever. It's fun to just have an excuse to celebrate right? We actually decided not to get presents but in the end, I got a pre-vday gift and ended up spending quite a lot of money on our photo album and a lot of effort on my card and mixed disc, and he ended spending a lot of money on our little celebration and his handmade card was the cutest shit ever, so I think in the end, there really wasn't much of a difference.

Can't really believe it's our second vday together. It's nearly been two years since this amazing human being entered my life and I can't quite believe that we're still going strong and we only broke up once along the way. For like one day, or less. I'm probably one of the biggest cynics on earth, but yeah, I'm a convert now. Love you, b.

Vday is really commercialised, honestly. There were couples walking around everywhere. Seriously, it was like primary school all over again, when teachers used to force us to line up with a partner of the opposite sex and hold hands. A lot of them had those little bouquets, I think with fake flowers, and all of them looked the same. Seriously, did all the guys go to the same florist or something? I used to think that it was sweet when guys gave girls flowers, but now I change my mind. I'd look so stupid carrying a bouquet around amidst ten thousand other couples, carrying the same thing. BUT it would still be really sweet to get flowers on a normal day, out of the blue. Hint hint.

So anyways, to sum up my lovely day in a few words: Friends season 10, grocery shopping, quite expensive dinner, little bit of shopping, playground fun, cooking and midnight picnic followed by a kickabout at a street soccer court. I'm not kidding. Simple day, nothing extravagantly fancy, but nonetheless sweet and very memorable. Isn't this what being a couple is about?

At times, I feel so lucky.

So, I just watched the latest episode of Gossip Girl and I am now sooooooooooooooooooooo frustrated.

OH MY EFFING GOD WHAT IS THE PROBLEM WITH THE WRITERS?!?!?!?!

I will try not to spoil, but seriously, wtf. The whole episode is just so damn screwed up, especially the way it ended. I HATED IT. The only happy couple left in the whole show is Nate and Vanessa, and they have like, two scenes, each lasting approximately two seconds. For the second episode running, Chuck and Blair do not even have a scene together. And our favourite on-off couple are off again, but the way the whole thing unfolded just makes my blood boil. Is it really so hard to write an episode that satisfies your fans? I mean, yeah, as a writer, it's probably a good thing that the story constantly has changes, and it's constantly keeping the audience in suspense, but don't you think that since Gossip Girl is a hit popular series, you should consider the feelings of your fans sometimes? Come on, some writers do plot twists really well, but when a writer does a plot twist just for the sake of having one, IT FREAKING SHOWS.

It's a really bad literary and media faux pas. The whole purpose was probably supposed to create suspense, and like, surprise the audience or something, show everyone that the writer or writers are unpredictable, but I'm losing patience. It's really stupid that the writers are coming up with silly subplots that make zero sense and irritate people, like the whole Blair-gets-expelled shit and the Chuck-can't-remember-last-night nonsense which reminds one of a very bad attempt at a spy thriller. We don't bloody need your conspiracy theories in our favourite high school TV series, thanks.

Oh, and I also hated that coat that Serena was wearing in this episode. All that extra fabric around her shoulders made her look like a retarded tranny.

Oh gosh, this is officially the worst episode of Gossip Girl in 2 otherwise wonderful seasons. It could even qualify as the single worst piece of screenwriting in all of history. Whoever wrote this episode had better not be one of those who'd picketed for higher wages. Maybe I sound mean, but it's only my favourite TV series ever?! And honestly, maybe the same writers are the ones who brought us 34 other glorious episodes. I can only hope that they can snap out of this funk and write something worth watching.

Somehow the idea of writing a decent post with photos and all just doesn't appeal to me. I've got lots of photos, and I wanna talk about Angeline and Elaine's 19th birthday and my successful experiementation with chocolate pancakes and stuff like that but I'm just soooooooo lazy. Oh, and Timbre with t12 was way fun with our army boy Clarence, even though I had to leave earlier. Hope Yunxing gets photos up ASAP. They're really funny because Clarence used to be part of the light-reflecting crew, but now he's daaaaamn tanned. Not quite used to it yet.

But I really wanna talk about this new show on MTV, From G's to Gents. In a nutshell, it's a reality show about turning gangsta guys from da 'hood into gentlemen by teaching them how to behave and dress the right way and stuff. It's the most hilarious shit ever, seriously. One look at the contestants and you can tell that they're not the most intelligent people around, but once they start speaking, seriously, I couldn't stop laughing. They're just a bunch of confused posers, mostly. They're on the show to become well-mannered and high class, but among each other, they're constantly competing with each other to see who's more 'Gangsta' and tough and bad and everything. The funniest guy was this Hispanic dude who calls himself Pretty Ricky (yeah, all the G's have silly monikers like The Truth, E6 and Creepa). The first thing he did when they moved into the mansion was to get himself piss drunk at the bar and for the whole of the first episode, he was slurring and stumbling throughout and basically talking nonsense. They had to gather and meet this lady who would bestow on them the gentleman's badge or something like that, and the first thing he said (VERY loudly) was "her boobs are huge". I almost died laughing, seriously. Sadly, he got eliminated on the first night (deservedly, for being so drunk), so I guess the biggest joker is gone. But everyone should watch this show. Really.

Okay, maybe I should put some pancake photos here.







Mouth-watering seriously. I didn't do much of the cooking, but I think I have potential to be a chef okay!

If I get any more languid, I'd be still life.

Okay, so that was actually used by a sports journalist to describe Berbatov, but I swear it applies to me. At least he lazes around and does nothing only for 90 minutes a week. I have been lazing non-stop since 24 Nov last year. Okay, minus the two weeks where I was working for free. That's still a very long time.

I'm turning into an Elaine, except that Elaine has a job now! OMG.

Ah, just as well. I know every JC student who has just graduated is feeling the pain of the single-beep and whining and complaining nonstop about it, but I still want to say this. ADULT FARE SUCKS! Seriously, tapping out is a habit that is damn bloody hard to cultivate after the past I don't know how many years of not doing it. I seriously end up paying like 2 bucks every ride because I just don't remember to tap out. This cannot go on.

With cab drivers slaughtering us with crazy fares (and rude somemore!) and 2-dollar bus rides, I really might as well stay home. Or walk. Whichever is more painful.

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i'm bored and i'm lazing at home every day. my life is seriously meaningless. haven't been able to find a decent job yet, so i'm really rotting in my utter brokeness. my hours have switched around and really screwed up. i sleep around 4am regularly and get up around 1-2pm, after which i proceed to wander aimlessly around my house looking for something to do until 4am. i am too lazy to go out because travelling now costs so much more than it used to. damn, adult fare sucks.

i'm wondering if i should even bother with resolutions.

i had a smashing new year's eve and quite a fun new year's day with t12 at house of seafood (FINALLY) but i'm really procrastinating about blogging about it. i kinda feel like telling everyone how much fun i had, but then i'd have to dig up the camera and upload photos and that is seriously a bit too much work for my lazy hands.

and then my laptop monitor died and i had to pay $220 for repairs. or my mum had to, since i'm bankrupt.

i'm also having a hacking cough that makes me suspect if i'm terminally down with TB and it makes me so breathless i can't even walk 100m without stopping and i nearly fainted after dancing at siloso, no joke.

i need to get a life.