July Rebel

Listening to Hyuna - Change

Today marks the first day of training and I think I'm loving it. I am quite clear of the incoming stress for the next few weeks and in the future, a little skeptical of my own ability, but I'm definitely more excited than scared.

I love my trainer. Honestly, I'm a little scared of her. Then again, I really respect her even though I only get to know her for only a few good hours. She really makes us laugh.

I'm so exhausted. Having graduated last year, I haven't given this much attention to an on-going class for more than a year already. I think I paid more attention today than I did in my last year of poly.

My paragraphs are so random. There is no continuous link. My brain's dead. I won't be typing here if my mum didn't ask me to upload songs into her thumbdrive. Bare with me for all the randomness and senseless blabberings.

I ate Mcvalue Lunch today. I think imma throw up. I hate to eat Macdonald's. Changing it to Ice-milo was better. Lunch time will always be packed with people, I may have to make my own lunch. I really detest eating out. All my dinners are already take aways. I can't have lunch take aways too. My tastebuds are turning numb already.

Lastly, the wet blanket of the day. COSMETICS. Why is it compulsory to wear make up? No no no. Totally loathe slabs of powder on the face. A little lip color still a definitely, maybe? Urggghh. So dead. On top of that, I'm experiencing waldrobe malfunction. Losing some weight really shuts down a person's fashion enthusiasm when you have to get new clothes in the right size and throw away (put a side) the ill-fit but not so old clothes.

Oh yes, someone asked if I'm a Chinese today. -.- Hahs. (Even laughing is so tiring now cause I'm so drained today) I don't get this kind of questions very often, but it really surprise me when people ask if I'm mixed, malay, or from somewhere else. (.........) Yes, dots.


Listening to Cheryl Cole - Parachute (Buzz Junkies Club Mix)