watch out! here comes the funky man...

today was my keeping fit day. well, it didnt start out to be a keeping fit day. instead it was a slack come home lie on bean bag to read day. but julius managed to persuade me to pursue on my keeping fit regime. running all the way from home to the uni ball courts. that was dreadful. i hate running. but things turn out for the better when we reach for the courts. made my yearly debut on the courts, and it wasnt so bad. we won a total of i think 6 matches. we had 3 straight wins out of the 6. man! i love this game (c). its really the universal game of all sports where people can just come together and and have physical fellowship (okay, that sounded wrong) all because of a basketball. soccer is somewhat similar... but its just too time consuming and the field is just too damn big. not everyone be able to strut their skills, 'cept they end up running back and forth barely even having any whatsoever contact with the ball. haiya bball is much more fun. period. okay second would be tennis, but thats more of an exclusive game.
dinner... i made porridge. i had smelly beancurd cravings. plus i didnt want to gain back all the calories i lost again. just plain ol porridge with raw egg and beancurd. except for julius whom i think is weird for adding sweet chilli sauce into his bowl of porridge. this reminded me of merrick and rosso... with the bearded lady adding sweetchilli sauce in everything.
bought myself a new cd. kool & the gang: gold collection. i've been looking for it almost everywhere. '70s disco, thats the real stuff. the real original funk music!
right now my fingers are crossed. im hoping to get my first choice for my design studio. its a competition with a prize money of 20 grand euros. man i can do plenty with that amount of cash. i'll get myself a new.... ummm. i'll know what to do once i win that money. plus hopefully we'll get our fridge and washing machine by tomorrow. im in need of a fridge and my sweaty laundry is piling up at the corner.
okay im getting sleepy now. class at 11 tomorrow. better brush teeth... the tought/ memory of dr. moy doing a 7 in one blow really creep the jeepers out of me.