Ergh, I hate it when I end up argueing with Alisha.
It's seriously dumb.
And today it's because I asked for someone's email, wow.
Remind me to be extra careful and just shut up about anything she's sensitive to, tyvm. I'm now very annoyed with the world.

So there goes my super high post about how I made 36 dollars.
To whoever it is, SCROOYOO.
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The week ahead is suddenly filled up; tomorrow i'm busy with a meetup and everything else, tuesday i'm going to Orchard with Rachel, thursday's the Rio Tinto training. Well, it's a clear sign that exams are over, thank heavens.
Spent the weekends mostly with Dad, and i'm happy that he's around. Which is only 1/3 of the time cause of, you guessed it, work.

If only there was class this morning, I would've delightedly skipped to PP and danced my arse off. I miss the feeling and yes, I miss Crestar and its people.
Martin's wedding is a huge question mark to me; how am I going to perform if I haven't danced for months? and what to do??
Yeah, we totally need to catch up.

My obsession with VJ has long worn off. I just like their dance ensemb, but somehow I got Dad into thinking that I wanna go there and he's like adding pressure. Just the thing I need right?
Yeah, my arse.

Nothing's worth argueing about.
Fuck it, i'm sorry alright.