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Fauziah.
Nineteen on 260789.
Yet I still don't have my bike license.
Why?
'Cos I'm just plain lazy.
Now tell me, who's the hottest of them all?
You say: Definitely not you

Hafiz is starting NS on Saturday. Good luck, friend. You're like a brother. Don't worry, aku jage Nadiah. (:

Camp as a trainer in Innotrek has been awesome. Thats is.

Naz darling has been sweet. And I hope he's okay. ):
No more tulang for you.

Have to work again tomorrow morning. A few more calls to make in the office.
Sigh. If only the calls are in Singapore.
I can't even tell if the line's engaged or whatnots there.

Alright, gotta check on Naz again.


Haha. Naz, naz. <3

Blog is webbing already. Its either I have no time to do much updating, or I'm just lazy to do so. Honestly, I'm starting to think that blogging is a waste of time. I don't even bother to read my past entries. So why bother to blog much, right?

I'm still having the humungous mosquito bites from the Nature Guided Walk at Dairy Farm. Still itching much, but trying hard to ignore it.

Camp with Meridian Primary School was awesome. We didn't screw up big time, so no fucking up from Mac. And final debrief after area cleanup was emotional.. Not! But we did sabotage Mac by pouring cold water over him and wet his last shirt. (:

I'm frigging excited for the next camp I'm doing; Chong Boon Secondary. And there's Dragonboating! Awesome. (:

Just got back from home with Bf & Saf. Cycled from home to Dairy Farm, back to home and to Jurong West again. I think I might develop muscle cramps after this. Not because of the distance (its not too far lah), but because I haven't been cycling much since my bicycle's brake broke down. Now I'm back home, and I have to do some last minute washing up of the clothes I need to bring for camp. ):

New phone's fucked up lah. So troublesome to text. Damn Sony Ericsson phones. Pfft.

Feeling exhausted as I just reached home from camp. Ditched Bf & walked home alone, feeling so pissed and almost blacking out in the heat. With a sore back due to an accidental kick this kid gave during Challenge Valley yesterday.

The other trainers left with the school already, so I left behind with a couple of trainers to clean up the damn field toilet that Kamil left. Bloody hell the bin was full of trash and there were no trash bags in the bin, so trash were stuck here and there. Fuckingshit. Fiz, Shanker and I had a hard time cleaning the shit up. Thank God the toilets were done.

And I lost my damn booties luh eh. I left it in the shoe rack with the other shoes and booties; when I got back from the shower last night, then I realised it was missing. Bloody fuck. Theres another camp next week, how? AAARGH.

On a lighter note, campfire was awesome; though not as amazing as I expected it to be. I was the set-up IC with Hakim, and we skipped dinner. While the kids were settling down, we had to share a small bowl of iced cocktail. We had to 'take care' of the fire during the whole time; and we weren't able to participate in much of the rahrah. Aww, so sad. Baru nak enthusiastic. ):

Oh well. I need a rest. By back is aching like maddddd.

Haha. Don't fuck with yourself when you read the last post. I'm kidding; no cheating. :) Some smart alec is apparently trying to sabotage me. Which, I'm sure, isn't working the way he/she wants it to be. Oh, I have no worries about that, cus I'm too busy trying to complete my replacements which is finally going to end in 2 days. :)


At work, I met few great friends in the new group. I have to admit, I'm not likeable by many. But I don't have to be liked by everyone to make myself happy. Not all friends are worth keeping. People are getting too much of a hypocrite luh. I've met quite alot. I'm one too, perhaps. Teehee.

Alright, time to ATTACK! Will update again as soon as I'm sane enough to think of something nice to blog about.

Have been attending work faithfully these past weeks. :) Never felt better, cus I love some of the staff in the ward. Except for this makcik whom I guess, has Attention Deficit problems. Won't say much about it, though. I think everyone has that kind of problems these days.

Like me. I'm cheating on my boyfriend. Its true! Some things never change. I don't want to anyway. It feels so good, you know. To be fucking around and all that. I'm proud to tell the whole world about it. Yay! :) I hope I get crabs one day because of all that fucking other men. Old men, especially. Those ranging from 30 -35 years old. :) Cus they give me money. I like money. Money makes me world go round. Weee!

After work today, headed to IMM for lunch with Boyfriend & Safarie. After going round and round the place, we decided to sit outside Fish & Co nearby the bin. Didn't notice that the bin was full of cigarrettes, but we do noticed that people keep putting off their cigarrettes in the bin when they're only smoked half of their sticks. 'Must be rich fucks luh,' we thought.

Then came this cleaner guy who cleared the bin. So we looked at the time; 6pm. Less than one minute later, there were already seven cigarrette butts in there. We were impressed.

We started letting our thoughts run. About how much people waste their money on a box of cigarrettes. Counting, a stick costs about 50cents. In one minute, $3.50 wasted in the bin. Thats when imaginations ran wild. About how people collect empty drink cans and earn money from the bulk they collect. Then how the world changed and you can earn more if you collect cigarrette butts instead. There would be no litter on the ground. Every cigarrette butt is picked up by everyone, just to earn money. I know, abit too farfetched, but awesome, right?
Singapore would really be a clean and green country, with no more inconsiderate littering smokers. (I'm not one, definitely.)

Oh anyways, things are better at work. The staff are familiar, and my groupmates are friendlier as I thought. All I need to do is pray hard I don't get too sick and take more MC's; that will extend my replacement days.

I'm damn hungry right now. I need chicken. :)
Fuck my swelled up gums. Damn wisdom 'teeth'. TWO, not one.