
of all things to show... i don't know why these came to mind.
im really shagged.
my muscles are worn out.
listening to the song bleeding love right now.
chatting with mr A and mir.
done settling my job on editing photos for abang rizal.
i'm not here trying to complain or whatsoever.
but really...really..i am sick and tired of nonsensical rumours.
childish though.
but lets forget it.
back at 1am yesterday, slept at 5am, woke up at 9am.
woke up, went out and met dancers for dance practice.
erfa and lishah weren't there.
mind lagged.
i couldn't store anything in my brain.
dance steps, boleh forget it sey.
practice was at 10am till 12nn.
then, i got ready for make up.
my god, CHINGAY again.
so, i put on my basics and did my hairdo.
then, we set off for kolam ayer cc.
MY GOSH.
the warm up sucks.
it's tearing every mucle of mine..
1 hour plus of warm up, aper sak.
had crunches and all sorts.
boleh pengsan.
then, learned a few eights of the cheorography and then done.
abang yazid helped with the make up and then we headed to woodlands.
what coincidence?!
i shall not say..
hahaha
i was real sleepy.
i was sleeping in the cab.
i couldn't help myself.
i was getting mabok.
fazlee came down to watch
it was a tiring show.
it was a WAVING SHOW!
sickening bastard.
from woodlands, i had to stand up till yishun, NON STOP HITS.
smile and everything.
fake smile alert!
my legs could stand no more.
when it was done,i was really relieved!
NO MORE CHINGAY!!
no more stupid outfits!
went back to abang's place.
bought food, ate and then went back home.
tired tired tired.
thats the only vocab in my mind.
i'm wondering why am i soooo thirsty?
drank strawberry milk, now banana milk.
haiz..
i'm going off now.
see you all online!
fact : this is what i get for wishful thinking.