rants about pants.

i have constantly 'pausing, rewinding and replaying' things that mother said earlier. perhaps it is true that some people are just born with good luck. life is unfair. deal with it. apart from that, despite of the fact that different people have different ways of achieving success, i still strongly believe that hard work pays off. but im not sure if i should stick with that now. ludicrous, i know. this swaying feeling between depression and elation sure as hell isnt good. it is atrocious i tell you. in the end of all the hard work, it wasnt her with the trophy. she can only hold her head high up and continue. truly a heartbreak. keep crossing those fingers. chin up, lass!

merry thoughts that had been consumed : day out to BB, Pav and KLCC (yes, all in one day) with them lasses were great though tiring a little. my legs and arse feel like jellos that were going to fall off. (wait, jellos, fall off?) we had some what exercise back there didnt we? with all the going up and down up and down. i even laugh my ass off while letting my fingers dancing on the keyboard with the thought of it flashing in my mind. also, managed to visit cousin miera at work and loitered around with amar for awhile during his work breaks and bumped into deary little sister eyn whom i never met (myspace, pfft). okayh, thats too much and now. ouhh, not forgetting having to bear and witness so-called-social-butt-fitting of them youngsters. banjir klcc dowh! eek. some more with the bright pink + blue + yellow skinnies lasses who walk like charlie's angels. astaga, TV3 KE APE NI? (bak kate ain) and bak kate dee, go play papparazi! shoo shoo! anyhoos, will post pictures as soon as i get them from irara.
p/s : hello su ann. hello jong dick. sheesh. ouh, and congratulations su ann. :)