Who's delusional?

I.am.not.delusional. I really am not. Seriously.

God.

Okay. Yeah. So I went to Woman's Day Out or whatever nonsense they call it, nicely clad in a huge Hang-Ten Tee and my favourite track pants plus sandals. Hah. Everyone says that I look like I just got out of bed. But whatever. I don't care about whatever anyone else says about me. What matters is what I think of myself. And I think I'm sexy and highly intelligent and pretty. And that's not an example of my delusions, cos I am not delusional. Yes, I am not. Anyways... yea... where was I? Oh yea, Woman's Day Out. I did like hmm 8-minutes of workout(yes, just 8 minutes) then escaped with the twins to Kinokuniya. Then Firah joined us. So we were reading some shite about Astrology(ok not shite, cos I love Astrology) and found a great book. I mean... it's just so great. I have special abilities, man. I really do. I converted 3 girls into loving Astrology. Hee hee. Such power. Anyways. The book says that Librans are delusional on their bad days. And some shite about being vain, manipulative and stuff like that. So yea. No-uh-uh! I am not vain or delusional for that matter. And on my good days, I am supposed to be a hopeless romantic. And stuff, I can't remember. I think charming or something. And the distinctive features of a Libran are... small symmetrical features, dimples and gentle eyes. Hah! And... my issue is: Rebellion. Tee hee. I don't think I rebel that much. Well, I dunno. And there's so many cool Libran... yea... But I'm still pissed that they forgot to add MAHATMA GANDHI to the list! Haiiiil Mahatma Gandhi! Yea! Oh yeah, found out that Ralph Lauren(or whatever that person is named) and Donna Karan are Librans too. That explains my cool fashion sense. T-shirt, track pants and sandals to Orchard. Tee hee. Anyways I mean who gives a fuck what you wear to town? And I told Firah that even if I'm an artiste or superstar or whatever crap, I will still be donning like singlet, my cheapo but cool track pants, slippers and nerd specs with no make-up at all, to town. That would be so cool. I will look like a nyonya heading to the market. But, the only difference is that I will be visiting shops like Burberrys or whatever posh shops there are out there, in my laid-back outfit. Yeah. And the salesperson can't shoo me out cos I'm a superstar. Yeah. So cool. Anyways, I don't even know why I'm talking about all these.

Oh yeah, I still think I can punch and kick better than that skinny thing on stage yesterday. Eeks. I was thinking of doing a video parody of the whole Body Combat thing but was too lazy and... my batteries are still not recharged yet. So maybe some other time. Oh yeah. I love the Goodie Bag. I am proudly donning the black singlet they included in the pack, even tho' I did like 8 mins of workout only. Tee hee. Actually it's not even 8 mins cos I wasn't doing the shit properly. Heck. I've got darah pahlawan, I don't need silly Taibo-wannabe workout to make me strong and tough. Even my grandma can do that shite at home, along to some Siti Nurhaliza's number. Oh yeah, they gave away free Her World magazine which did a coverage on MASS ORGY, ok GROUP ORGY(I exaggerated when I said M.A.S.S. hee!) with 2 pathetic pictures, pixellated pics. To think they added "WITH PICTURES INSIDE!!!" on the cover of the mag; as if there's 2 whole page filled with porn pics. Oh yea, got free cereal too!

And yea, tomorrow, back to school! Boohoohoo. Looking on the brighter side, it will be the last week before school holidays... and... JUNE WORKOUT! Yea! Project 40-kilo(Skinny-but-muscular-mission)! Hee hee.