are you strong enough? in a desperate attempt to lose abit of wt before going back to singapore, i went for both the bodypump and pilates fitness classes just now at fitness first. as always, bodypump has left me quivering and descending the stairs has become painfully difficult. haha. despite that, the class was packed with all sorts of people but with the same kind of determination. so there i was with a barbell in hand...screaming "ooo wont u miss me like a hole in the head, because i do boy, and it's cool boy. n ooh bet u thought i'd never get out of bed because of you boy, sucha fool boy.." to the music and pumping along to the beat of the oh-so-scary lady instructor (she's so strong i think she can flip me). hurhur. on the way from fitness first to bailieu (where i'm at now), a lady came onboard and she was juggling a pram, a big bag and a little boy. i suddenly remembered myself falling in the tram and i cant imagine myself doing what she was doing....i cant even balance myself! mothers never fail to amaze me. speaking of which, my mummy just sms-ed me and told me: "i was supposed to go to shanghai after seeing u at the airport this sat. but i've changed my flight to thurs, so i'll only be seeing u on 30th when u come down to shanghai." i was like *pause* *blink blink* *bawl* ok maybe not bawl. but u get the idea. sigh bailieu basement is getting emptier and emptier by the day. which is good..yet SAD because that means everyone else has finished while im still struggling here. i cant even hear anyone else typing...i feel like im making music. sigh. full of nonsense. better get back to studying. if i can still write that is...