The little things….make the biggest difference

I’m typing this post in the new apartment.in pitch darkness.alone

this is so retarded

zzz.

basically. i tried to off a light, and ended up switching off many more than intended because i somehow managed to trip a switch. or blow something.and i can’t find the electrical box, so i can’t turn off and on any power source.And when i called to ask if anyone was on the way home, i was asked if i was afraid of the super natural-.-. That’s kind of the least of my worries when i can hardly see 3 feet ahead of me.i repeat.

I’m typing this post in the new apartment.in pitch darkness.alone

the is so retarded.

i’m bored=(

politics.at home

politics.at class

politics.in the neighbourhood

politics. amongst friends.

everywhere i turn, people are trying to maneuver others,trying to one-up another person.

.and the worst of it is. maliciousness

there is a fine line between sharing your thoughts with someone you trust and putting another person down just because you feel like it, or because you think doing so will work favourably in your circumstance.

i don’t claim to be above any of it. but sometimes i think i’d rather be bleary-eyed.

I love the new place!

it’s fully air-conditioned.which is always a plusplusplus.

and i just finished stocking the fridge with all my favourite food!yumsyums.not to mention my sometimes overly-friendly new neighbours who open the door for me everytime i forget my passcard.(makes me wonder abit about the security, but guess there’s pro’s and con’s to everything.

dance today was funfunfun!

i liked the beginning l.j steps,

and i lovedlovedloved the music we used today!especially hip-hop=)

weiling says purefunk is more tiring than the cardio part of hip-hop. tsktsk.i smell trouble ahead. time to get a pair of good running shoes and train up that as-yet-not-in-existance stamina!

oh, and ally(same girl who gets an unmentionable amount of money to mostly just sit around and makes the rest of us turn violent shades of green )says hip-hop on thurs could become an on-going. yeah, not much difference except in terms of payment i guess.as long as she keps teaching.

we really like her themed dances=)

we->the few of us who cannot seem to graduate her class.hahahahaha

oh. on a totally separate note.

i was actually quite cheery about putting braces on,and then i remembered, horror of horrors, THE INJECTIONS.eeeep.

talk about pain central.=((

ohh. turtle is sick. poor turtle! take care alright turtle? i need my good-at-nothing,great-at-everything buddy back=)

Not my own confessions of course.

Given that a true egomaniac doesn’t in fact acknowledge, or even particularly know that his/her ego has grown beyond the boundaries of decency.

As such, the "confessions of an egomaniac" must come from another source, like the bystander.

storytime.

girl likes boy.girl doesn’t tell anyone.people guess anyway (girl is indiscreet in signs of affection).girl feels embarassed.girl covers up by telling people that other boy likes her.girl tells friends that other boy has confessed feelings to her.

the thing is…….

other boy is  completely oblivious to  all proceedings.

poor other boy.imagine having to be told by ALL mutual friends that you like someone. Not exactly the best way of finding out is it?

tsktsk.does anyone else get the feeling of Deja vu?

anyways.

Lots of shopping this week=)

shopping tomorrow,shopping on thurs, maybe shopping on fri.

hehe. i can already feel my wallet getting lighter.

but then, i can falsely comfort myself by remembering that half the items on my shopping agenda are birthday presents(=

Pure funk is starting tmr. Weiling says i should take it if i want to lose weight.haha.okay. i’m just gonna take it cause i think the workshop was fun.

ohohoh. i just got a call 2 minutes ago. everyone’s presents are on their way =))) yay!! (((=

my nose tells me lunch is on the table, and then im gonna get updated on everything. haha. ciao!