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HEYZ YA ALL! WHAT'S UP with Ya All! 
Well here I am again! Been outta work for three days and the signs of gradual mental retardation are being reflected in my starting to flood this blog with rubbish. Rubbish and crap cannot be allowed to accumulate in the neurological mess called 'my brain': it induces undesirable effects. Go Figure. 
Well so after visiting Lion king janise's new blog where she is convinced that the average male neanderthal of a man is the ideal mate for her i was 'inspired' into resuscitating my nearly brain-dead blog. So here I am : I have refurbished the layout. reinstalled my smilies. and downloaded a new program that allows me to share pics with pple thru blogging. Actualli i still have to figure out how to use that. 
Well so i suppose two months have come and gone and well i can't realli go about reporting all that has happened in those two months coz there will be some events that will bring abt panic attacks and well the whole experience will probably take a long time to recollect, arrange and most importantly...edit. yup so let's just fast forward to wat happened today and togeher with that we shall have the usual serving of ranting and raving....hey.... a psycho has gotta find a way to relieve all those pent up frustration yeah?
Well so today decided to pick up the 'healthy' lifestyle that i left two months ago by going to the gym with meg. well....the scenery there has changed. the gym doesn't seem to be achieving wat it was built for. the taunt youthful bodies that used to flood the gym are now morphing into dumpy, wrinkled and loud ah sohs and ah pehs. yeah...and despite the scenery change the attire still remains the same. lycra is still the choice material for decent outer coverings and boxer shorts are the must have especially when u intend to do lotsa gym catwalks and bench presses with your knees curled up. 
oh....and there's a new tactic thats employed to ensure that poor buggers will never get to use choice equipment. thanks meg for filling me in on that. Here's how it's done:
1) get yourself onto one of those nifty cycling machine and start peddling like there's no tml. (move to impress)
2) When u begin to tire out but have absolutely no desire to relinquish your cosy, warmed but uncomfortable sit start looking around for someone u know who's worthy enough i.e. equally as selfish, to succeed your throne.
3) signal to that accomplice. Start a loud and animated conversation abt fish prices. The louder, the more animated and the fiercer it seems the better. ( method to intimidate)
4) As u go into the cool down lap, ensure that the conversation reaches climax. At the last possible moment, ease off the equipment and in one fluid motion, guide your partner in crime into that covted seat.
It doesn't matter if there's some poor bugger who has been waiting for the past twenty minutes for u to finish your workout. He/ She was just too stupid to see their being duped.
Well after the gym went home watched a vcd over lunch and curled up to my jap novel: Musashi. Still hunting for the Five Rings by miyamoto musashi. should have gotten the book when I saw it at kino that day. DArn...
anyways went out in the evening with my mum as my dad went for qigong. went shopping and had dinner. Quite fun. *sighz* it's always...quite fun because there is always bound to be some irritant that spoils the fun just for their own selfish gratification. This evening's irritant appeared in the form of Miss Let Me Snatch at A Plate of Sushi and it doesn't matter if my Grubby Hand passes and hovers over someone else's food and face. MAn....there realli oughta be some rearrangements and reviews done in the Remaking Singapore plan. I think that plans for being, artistic, creative and global should be put on stall if we can't even achieve the most basic of being a gracious and courteous society.
well...guess that's about it for tonight. now i have to decide who's gonna be on the guestlist for the reopening of this blog. hehehe...so if you're reading this you're one of the lucky few! ( Possibly unlucky if u see it in the defeatist way)