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Sunday, October 10, 2004

Quote of the week:

"A solid is like a boy. It is hard and dense. It has a definite shape - the only way to change it's shape is to bend it, dent it, stretch it or break it. And it has a fixed volume of nothing."
- my 15 yr-old sister, upon discovering the wonders of studying physical chemistry, a day before her final exam.

Hilarious. and you say IM sexist. :p

Anyway, im online cuz i have nothing else to do. except clear up my room, which, procrastinator that i am, will probably happen tonight. and im depressed too. i've been running everyday for 2 weeks, skipping and doing sit-ups, and not only do i NOT LOSE WEIGHT, i actually PUT SOME ON. i am depressed. and my sister isn't making it any better. she stands in front of the mirror, beside me sulking about my figure, and goes: "Hey! I lost weight!" She does that. everytime. *sulks*

Tootsie darling, get ur tenses right. that was my list of things i have done. i havn't actually met you yet, so that'll be on my list of things to do k? *grinz*

Anyway, i just realized that the months of september and october are full of birthdays. which would explain my feather-weight wallet. it starts wif zazu just a few days before september, then there's eunice, taran, jj, me, vasud, jess, megan, uncle morris, haireez, nic, richardo, toot, sonia...hell of a lot. and it's barely 2 months to christmas. it's beginning to look a lot like christmas. well, not really. but it's beginning to smell like christmas. i have got to learn to cook this hols. not just simple stuff...but devil's curry, lamb (mmm), maybe even fruit cake or sugee cake. yummy.

I have just recieved a revelation. my exercise in the last 2 weeks has been set off by the influx of curries, cakes, biscuits and gravies my grandmother and friends have been making. ah bummer. but like i say in the aq question, food is there to be enjoyed. my discipline in stopping when i've had enough though, is questionable. thus. i am voluntarily ruining my hopes of shutting up aunties who only see me once a year on christmas day, and insist i've put on weight. although, they do say so in good faith. "thin women don't make very good mothers". haiz. i suppose ttz supposed to make me feel better. *grumbles*

Anyway, countless numbers of people (well no, just those who read my blog) have been complaining about the un-readability of the skin. so im gonna change it. (although i really like the background. but yeah, even i have problems reading so haha..)

List of things to do:
1. Change blogskin
2. Clear up room
3. Meet jannie tomorrow for lunch and a movie
4. Register for the french course
5. Arrange my stamps
6. Get Mozart right
7. Figure out when to meet Toot (see, you're here arent you? *grinz*)
8. Get started on Jane Eyre
9. Try those darn blades again - I WILL learn how to skate
10. Decide on the duet

Haha, well looks like i do have things to do after all. ciaoz kids. :p




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name: Valerie
age: 18 (finally *grinz*)
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