Meeting with the EL guys and mrtan today was great...less the pathetic portions. moved from Big O at wheelock to dome at shaw house to the AIRPORT! great cos its gd to see how everyone has moved on..well, not like i havent seen them for a long time but yeah...some things still never change. but mrtan has lost wt, which is good. 15kgs he said, run 4 times a day, 30 min each time. no sodas ie, watch your diet. yep. pity wendy couldnt make it, but that's for another time then huh?

been having visions of me failing at the hands of the cruel, nit-picking TP Pract test assessor. cold, hard eyes behind those "obiang" shades with an equally sadistic sneer on his face, gnarled hands eagerly crossing out all my faults, major and minor, on the assessment checklist(this is so NS), eyebrows twitching at every movement for both man and machine. and finally handing over an abjectly abysmal results slip and $150 down the drain. (somehow AJ comes to mind cos he's someone i know who has most recently flopped a test and it's cos of nit-picking...) there, ive envisaged myself to fail on the first try. way to go!

been waking up at 3 - 4 am in the morning nowadays and feeling really sad and weird, like ive just had a bad dream but never really remembering what happened in the dreams. bad mental state... someone prescribe a counsellor please. oh dear, im sure you-know-who is reading this. please declare me unfit to serve. love you lots PLUS hugs and kisses. HAHAHAHA. take that.