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Tuesday, May 02, 2006


I can't believe it. I'm back in the cruel old world after a week of merry-making. And I'm back BLOGGING in the cruel old world after a week of merry-making. Blogging is such a nasty little thing. Just when you thought you could break free of the convoluted web of bloggingitis, people start calling you a slacker and compels you to add your priceless words of wisdom onto an unworthy computer screen. The injustice of it all!

Okay, back to the cruel old world bit. Oh, Bei jing, Bei jing, where art thou? I totally miss every single thing in Bei jing. Okay, maybe not the hygiene standard of the lavatory (or lack thereof, to be more precise) but everything else in Bei jing is simply fantabulous. Too fantabulous that it'll be a crime for me to plainly record it on this stupid blank screen. Just imagine... The injustice of it all! Fine, I'm just being the usual blogging-slacker I am. Oh, before I forget, I cannot emphasise on the fact that the lack of a parental figure plays a major role in making my trip a tres tres fantabulous one.

Speaking of parental figures, I am rendered speechless by my mom's over-concern about the thickness of my thighs. It's unhealthy. For me, my thighs and her. Such unnecessary mental burden will eventually shatter my fragile little mind and if I ever contract some psychological disorder like the Think-Thin-Thigh Syndrome or whatsoever, you guys know who's the culprit. Apparently, after a period of dieting (which no one else but her, thought was mandatory) , my thighs have appeared thinner. The thing is, my knee area is slightly thicker than my thigh area so my legs appear just a tad crooked. Okay, strike that. Try uber weird. Sigh, talk about pleasing an inane and insane mom. The injustice of it all!


keep it SHUT; 1:53 pm


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