THIS IS A LOSING BATTLE.

i was going to go with ting's "THIS IS WAR" pitch. (see her blog for more info.)

but really, i am on the losing end. no arguments; period.

pardon me while i scurry off and try to save whatever last few morsel's left of my dignity, honour and pride. update soon, with the latest information of my downfall outcome.


thank god for the ultra nice-smelling and peaceful Raspberry Root Sleeping Mask. it's just too bad i cant sleep as of yet.

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(updated).


so maybe the test wasnt as bad. i am sure it's the lack of much-needed practise that caused my downfall. many others went down with me, i heard. then again, trust no one, not even yourself. hahahha. ok spy madness.

neeways, the cold is destroying all reason and sanity. jo, huiying, peis and mostly I, are laughing like mad. haywired to the extent that i measured my eyelash and it's one centimetre. come on baby, grow to two. tyng wants to be a camel.


plans are meant to be carried out, not broken or pangseh-ed. so let's go dancing thursday night. drink and dance, drunk and done! jo's phone vibrated vvwhooo. "Cookie Jar" and Katy Perry please!

peis and sahaa are starting on New Moon and i am glad they gush like how i did. that proves i am not crazy, but pure infectious. wouldnt it be wundervul if we watch the film togethers!

facebook is good when pictures are updated. oh, cute and hot all at the same time this round! (swoons)