yeah, was swamped with the oh-so-wonderfully-mind-taxing project. retail communications. come up with your own brand/shop and focus on a particular product of which you are supposed to advertise and promote on. it's not as easy as it sounds. really. trust me. cause when all of us were given the project, we were like so enthusiastic to hit the ground running but like a few weeks after, we were busy trying to count the number of hairs that we tore out trying to come up with the ideas, scouting for graphics and trying to fondle photoshop in a way that it'll somehow be easier to use. but now that i'm done with it, it's like a weight that has been on my shoulders have been lifted. and i feel so free. like, now just concentrate on my other which is kinda like sociological anthropology or something along that line. that test is like coming up on friday. loads of words to squeeze into my wee (scottish for little) brain of mine.

okay, my brain isn't small. it's of a normal size, meeting the pre-requisites to be a human being. and the size of the brain actually does not mean how smart you are. and anyway, when i asked my tutor about my retail project, apparently and hope she wasn't lying, she said that mine was one of the best. okay, i can't help beaming right now. are we smelling a distinction here? i doubt so. cause in about a month there's the retail theory test. i suck at theory. but hope to like really sail through it like how sinbad did over the seven seas. hold on, wait a minute. sinbad went through quite alot of shit right? like super stormy weather and stuff like that. okay, not awesome. not cool. maybe christopher columbus. whatever.

today had another test. was doing fine (considerably, for my standard) but ran out of time. argh. didn't bring my calculator so had to like do the primary school kinda calculation. well, it was time-consuming but i was rather proud i will still quite fluent in that, after numerous years of pressing buttons on calculator at finger-crunching speeds. when i was about to proceed to the last question, i like put up my hands in defeat and just relaxed at one corner. no really, i was sitting at the corner. why? well, there was like no enough time. but then after slacking for a few minutes, the tutor said "okay, i give you'll more time. erm, 10 more mins" and i was like "WHOA?? WHAT!!". and i rushed to just finished it as much as i could. which wasn't much. but at least a few things to give me a few more marks. well, let's hope that it does. need to like keep up the good work that i did. oh man, keep up the good work. i sound so...gay!! or like a teacher who constantly lies to his students. same thing.

okay, went for first training after god knows how long (it's been like 3 weeks since i last went). and then found myself like, hey, what did i miss? but at least the first training wasn't that bad. ran all the way to west coast park, played at the playgrounds with them, and then ran back to sp. it was great. a long run after a long time. really felt good. i could feel all the endorphins and dopamine and whatever have we in our entire system rushing to my head and just leaving me with a big fat smile on my face. okay, maybe, not really. but yeah, was happy to be out there running. and after my physio last week, they said that i'm actually okay. won't need to go back to supply them with surplus income. have to strengthen my lower area. *cough* i mean, my legs and all that. my down there is hmmm, won't say much here but if you wanna know more, you know how to find out.

but talking about the physio thing and all that, i am going again, tomorrow for a visit with the running coach. not too sure why. actually i know why. just to discuss training load. maybe i'll see it more like a running clinic? or maybe i should really listen to what he has to say. maybe it'll worth more than two cents. i could be on a better running scale. wait, what's a running scale? performance? i don't know. and talking about tomorrow, lo to behold or alas (pick whichever sentence transition you like), i have my final presentation. according to what i wrote in my pre-presentation note, i'm gonna deck myself out in my formal best. yeah, a cheap shirt from sogo and pants that's reminiscent of michael jackson's era. i'm gonna be moonwalking in nikes i guess. i tore apart my other shoe for the retail project in an attempt to get some extra 'wooo' points. but i just hope that my tutor doesn't find out that those shoes i cut the pieces from haven't been washed like in years, and probably has odour that can kill rats better than (what else) rat poison. i'm not making any sense now.

and tomorrow, gonna see lena. yay. or as i would like to say in my own words, yayzzers. yeah, at some point i guess i was supposed to be bimbotic. but that plan didn't really work out well. so now i'm a man full of testosterone. yeah, manly testosterone. not those little boys one. that dream of using pick up lines. heck, i don't dream. just like nike, I DO IT. yeah, whatever. anyway, superdog lunch with lena tomorrow. can't wait. to see her. this sat. one month right? damn, long way to go eh. anyway, yeah, my phone's like really not being kind with me. and not sympathizing or empathizing with me over the fact that i have recently acquired a new piece to my heart. it's like getting from bad to worse. first it switched off by itself, even with full batterey. now it hangs whenever i start to reply. argh, you know what this means? iPhone. uh huh. yeah. anyway, tomorrow catch my girl. have lunch. spend quality time. kiss her face off and then rush off for training. argh, i don't really like wednesday trainings. it's hot. i'm freaking sleepy. plus this week friday, need to cram shit for my test. my final test. and oh yeah, i've got another report to do as well. like yay. i mean reports are okay. i'm just not cool with the test.

okay, this is kinda long. and i feel so happy that i've finally come back to the one that just keeps typing away and away. like some happy bugger. yeah, and i'll keep typing away until i realise that, oh shit, i have to cram for my test!!!