Bottoms up!

After gaining a few pounds in the past few months as a result of too much good food and drinks, I guess it calls for some serious workout session isn’t it?

It’s not an option.. BUT a command I give to myself. When?

Mon, Tuesday, evening classes
Wednesday, gimme a break after 2days of lessons
Thursday, maybe gonna clock in overtime
Friday, thank god it’s friday. self-declare day off
Saturday, working on alternate Sat + retail therapy
Sunday, need adequate rest to carry on with the fight for the following week. 

On second thought, I guess I’ll just let thing remain the way it is. Being chubby aren’t so bad after all.

We drink, drank and got drunk over at the party last night after work. Had my fill of fun. Shall we do it again?
Reached home close to the stroke of midnight and I thought I saw somthing dirty. Who in the world will be standing OUTSIDE the common window on the 3rd level? She’s not moving. She’s in Orange. That’s a she or is that a it?

Am totally clueless about it.

Screw those bloody WOMEN.. My patience is wearing thin.. I mean Fug off maggots. Maybe they should have LISTEN MORE AND TALK LESS. I always thought my hatred for them is not so real. I hate them but never did I realise that it’s so intense that enard’s stomach just starts to churn again.. I swear.. Fug!

On leave on Monday and Tuesday. Ho ho ho!

Memories of 17th February 2008, Saturday, 01:06

~ by enard on 16 February 2008, Saturday.