Bordering on ineedsleep

Today at uni I realized:
-the hot water system does not pull mood swings
-conditioner sticks to hair after cold showers (or maybe I missed one-of-a many dollops of spots)
-cold drafty air coming from open doors sends colder draftier chills

The uni female’s changing room/locker room/toilet/ shower place is always (I’m not sure if intentional) left open. Standing 148cm, (don’t count me on this figure –I haven’t measured myself straight up since 2 yrs but I’m sure im still the same, vertically challenged.) stark naked, embodied with sweat (I don’t sweat much), I wait a good 5 minutes before stepping into what I’d like to term as a trickle of water, you can imagine, no?

Let me illustrate further.

Say person A wants to have a nice ‘cool’ (but in my terms hot* shower) after a nice workout at the gym. Person A doesn’t want to shower in the cold. Moreover, as weather confused as person A is already, person A does not want to shower with a big drafty seachange (close the door already). Unfortunately, person A has already made a hefty donation to the gym at the local community so person A is left choiceless.

Once in the shower, person A, already cold from the trickling shower and drafty winds, would like some closure ie. to shower fastx2 & get the fuck out of there. However, person A is unable to do so with the sprinkler of a showerhead although manageable, made it impermissible. (I know this sounds sad – bear with me)

Ps. By means of sprinkler, the water does not touch your body until you bring it to you.
Imagine x1 rotating sprinkler and you trying to avoid being soaked
(except the sprinkler is faced down and you are trying to get soaked)
It’s like catching a wave. Really.

So moral of the story is, always back up a good story with imaginary objects.
Conclusively, its safe to say, it’s been a good 2 consecutive weeks (excluding term break) run for my money since I’ve had a decent shower at uni.

xx

It was like that duck speaking to a goose xx

LT class made me swear to hell’s hole. It was one of those culture confused days.
I am xxfobbie , able to turn faces around by saying the most randomest shit.
-This I don’t need to justify

Today’s 101 lesson, the art of perfecting the England which I possess: re… rec…. rec..rectification.

All other fobs must have been like, “bodoh cina fob, donoH how to say don’t say wtf.”
Terruin our fobbie image.
HajaHaja
Uber malu man.

I dug deeper into the opening vortex –stuck me in ya’ll! whoopie xx

After that, I had to use another tongue-rolling word to continue with my answer.
Cer..co…com…compromise.
Wtf is going on?

Completely terstuck in 2 different time zones, legs sticking out on one side.

Needless to say, I was x1 half asleep/thinking about what to eat for the day already/was 15 minutes late into class/ran in with heaps of books/made a lot of noise/still catching my breath/pissed off at the amount of cars trying to ‘cheong’ my spot wtf (the reasons of my lateness explained)

I don’t doubt the tutor picked on me because I was the only walk-in at that time.
Xx

Anyway, overlooking the last years, it’s safe to say I consume about 35% daily, sometimes longer (ok, mostly longer, if not for uni) actively enrolled in the art of checking your/myself out.
I have realized, like death & taxes (I like to explain certain things to myself from time to time)

There are only 2 things you can’t change about yourself.
a. X1 features -Your boobs shrink, your feet contract, your hair gets longer etc. &
b. X1 tettet of a height once you’ve reached my age

(unless you want to try breaking bones in china)

The latter is unadvisable.
The rest is changeable.
Xx

Im no superman. xx

How right is right?
How long is long?

That is for you to determine : who, what, where, when, how & why

Resistance is just one call away.
Always that one call away.
Fuck that one call.
Xx

Ms. Km finally admits defeat
Steph : 1, That other mistress : 0

The woman came to her senses, “blogspot is the best blogsite”
Thank you.
Xx

x1 mr. t -im so sad. my canto dah jatuh standard.

not that it was any good in the first place.

whine*

oh i miss u both.

xx