I'm blogging at about midnight, 'cos I've got nothing better to do and also I'm going to sleep right after this, so...



Anyway, I don't really care if christmas is over, or school is reopening, or any other crap. All I care about is my really lame pair of old sport shoes. They are so old I could have them donated to the Society of Prevention to Cruelty to Footwear.



The gym is really a slimy sticky mess now. Converting it to our very own HwaChong Swamp Garden would really make an impact on our training environments.



Akilan is currently in Sicily in Italy, and I really don't know what he is doing there. Setting up a new mafia triad? Or spending his days and money ordering pasta and spaghetti? I really hopes he gets a new accent of Italiano for us to form a new mafia branch.



Ok, my mum wants me to cut my hair, which I don't really want to, and really don't want to. Hell, does my hair look even LONG? dammit. I shall try and preserve the meager days my hair have left before they are executed. After which, I shall mourn their passing and wait patiently for their not-so-active offspring to replace their parents... 2 months is all I need. PLEASE.