I must have said it before- a couple of late nights can tip the balance completely. For instance, I woke up at 6am today. If only I could do that every day then maybe I can go all the way to RJ to play basketball. Right. There's no way I can get up early without my parents. They had ingeniously effective ways of getting me out of the bed, like telling me it's 730 when I later find out that it's clearly still 7am, or saying that they missed the alarm and as a result we are all late.. Of course, after many times, such boy-call-wolf tactics don't quite work anymore.
For the curious, yeah, I've started packing. But I'm faced with more pressing problems. Like
a) My palms have been sweating like crazy. I can't even hold anything anymore. Perhaps the body is over excited. Late at night I lathered my hands with soap and willed all the sweat out of my hands and still it would not stop and now the soles of my feet are also wet.
b) I feel like tearing my face out. The only decent photos I take are ones where I'm facing the camera straight. Other angles just look like crap. Don't know why I bought a new camera. But I'm glad I'm not maddox. That kid has angelina jolie for mum and calls brad pitt daddy and he does not share any of their genes? That is unfortunate. That is twisted.
c) Did anyone watch sideways? How come I don't find it funny at all? And it's the best comedy of last year? Bull shit. Harold and Kumar was the best comedy of last year.
d) I got something which recreates the mac dock in windows. It has that magnifying effect and looks as good as the real one. I also have those cool widgets in the background. I'm a geek!! But not geek enough to replace all the icons with the mac ones.
<--Last attempt at reliving the "yuppie/young single and loaded" days of 2003. If the dim sum dollies are on next year, we'll be there!
