brain fried.

i'm almost done, almost.
two more.
my brain is bloody fried i cannot think.
it's like multi-tasking.

and the kids. mans.
don't worry i'll survive.
whether i do well or not is another thing. HAHAHA.
oh wells.

at least i'm not at the top, no expectations to meet.
mediocre. and it's good to be less obvious.

i'm jack.

and i'm going to start terrorising the streets start this friday.
thursday i shall conquer the supermarket near my house to buy health foods.
i officially made a bet with wanyi. in two months time, i better fucking slim down more than her.
it's 20 bucks at stake. i don't wanna loseeeeee.

aiyeeee.
i'm starving now. toleranceeeee.
yes, i have more fats to burn off still.
it's like fucking reserves can.
like i said, if use fattummy jielin in streetfighter,
squeeze my tummy and oil will spurt out. can spray on the floor, so opponent will slip and fall. then you can slowly bash him up until you K.O! wooo.

better than meow powerslap.
hand so short, also cannot fly.
HAHAHAHAH.

aiii. study coms=fall aslp. so many words...i'm turning blind.

ok, digressing. i'm planning to lose like 3kg worth of fats at least. god help me.
fight that food demon within me.
i have obsolete information. no longer high metabolism rate liao. =(


YES I WILL DO IT THIS TIME ROUND.
don't tempt me.
JIELIN HAS OFFICIALLY SET HER MIND ON SOMETHING.
(ok partly cos' i don't want lose that 20bucks. i'm damn kiam)


saturday going noodles house for some unknown bbq. hope i don't get posioned. it better be fun.
yawnnn.

looking ahead. :) -beams