***plans all messed up***

found out today that there's a lights workshop for us at 10 am tomorrow. grr.....and there i was, psyched up to meet afiah after my gardening (ulp). now at most we can only go to esplanade and prolly wont be able to spend much time together, coz she has a facial at 3 and i have dance rehersal ar 3.30. haha, dance. big joke.
heheh, afiah told me that allfian said he saw bezzy and his gang at cineleisure. too bad we cant rush over there and catch him by the time the movie ended. though if we could, she had planned to use bk guy as her HANDBAG and make bezzy jealous. wahahahah.

nizam sent me this whole document on the chaucher translations.......yeah.....saves me so much trouble. today's translation was rather explicit, considering how people during that time should be more conservative else they get their heads chopped off...the book talked about how this old guy is so disillusioned and prayed to god hoping that his new young wife can keep up with his superbly strong sexual ardour, and hopes that he doesnt go on too strong for her. they didn't have viagra at that time, did they? then it continued on about how there's this squire who went to bed to 'play'. if t just read the book by itself(or pretend to read), it seems so innocuous.

today chicken didnt take us for lecture. another teacher, juz as boring, was there to live up to the boringness standard set by chicken.

on the way home in the bus, i saw this guy playing golf. nothing weird, expect for the fact that he was playing beside the main road, practising his putting skill at a small grass patch. stupid, yeah, but ingenious. government wants us to be more creative. here's a good example. pray that he doesnt smack the ball far and high and smash a windscreen.

*~*
Cos I'm slipping away
Like the sand to the tide
Falling into your arms
Falling into your eyes
If you get too near
I might disappear
I might lose my mind
*~*


*Craving of the moment: plain white bread
*Song of the moment: my milkshake