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Tuesday, March 17, 2009


I need to drop the sulk. Call me the Big Sulk already.


I actually slept at 9pm yesterday. Woke up at 9.30 for work. Awesome stuff.. till I realised how many petty little mistakes I made in my current project. I am definitely gonna construct the existing guidelines from scratch again- for my sake... and of course, Foo's convenience. I spent too much time on it for it to screw up. The current guidelines has been spontaneously modified a couple of times which led to the many confusions. Sigh. On the way home, mum snapped at me for reasons based on preconceived notions. Left for swing social immediately after dinner to avoid the negative ions (that'd be anions?!) hovering around the house.


Swing didn't turn out well either. If I can't even get my swing outs right.. I am doomed for the upcoming dance competition in May. It'd be in Penang this time - oh gosh I remember the last time hartamas forced me into the same bus with manmohan for the damned poster competition thing. URGH.


Die laaaaaaaaaaa.


Just kidding. I am pretty sure I'll survive. Haha.


That said, I am in dire need of moral support. My confidence took two very serious blows last week. I need to talk. I am sick of typing. I NEED TO TALK TO PEOPLE I TRUST. FACE TO FACE.