Hiya all,
It's been like what..three years (okay fine, five months) since I last updated this blog? Well, don't worry..nothing much has changed except for my waistline. It's bigger...don't even bother making a comment about it k.
I've already given up that goddamn fried chicken (today is the first day). I 'promised' Mel, NC and Ian that I'll only allow myself to indulge in that straight-from-hell-and-to-your-hips piece of chicken on Sept 14. Aiyoh..seems so far away..but I'm pretty sure I can do it.
Oh, I lied when I said nothing much has changed. We're no longer at the lobby (no, we were not the doorkeepers)..and have moved up to the 7th floor. You wanna know where Michael Jackson's body is? It's somewhere on this floor...which is why the goddamn air-cond is always blasting at it's fullest and there's always a foul smell around. It's so cold that when you pee...it's like you're peeing ice water. Okay, scratch that image. Let's move on.
Ian is on my right doing the much loved (oohh...can you sense that sarcasm there?) panel for Wednesday. I'm supposed to be working on my Wed story already, but unfortunately, the people I need to interview, can only get back to me later...isyh.
Oh, it's 7.47pm now...which means that I gotta leave soon...I have an appointment with my ticket to heaven. And I've not gone for my swimming classes for quite sometime now, because of my shoulder injury...oh...did I tell you about my shoulder 'injury'? It got hurt in a wakeboarding accident in South America...okay fine, it didn't. I just woke up one day and it hurt like hell. That one day was one year ago.
K..I really gotta go. I don't love you but I love the one next to you. Take care and may god bless me and me alone. Peace out.
