I'm suppose to be in Phuture right now with Cherie and her bunch to celebrate her farewell cos she's jetting back to Perth tmr (or shld I say today) so she can take care of her new puppies and attend her Bon Jovi concert.

But instead, I'm right here in the exact same spot I find myself almost every night now, seated with my legs crossed up on my creaky chair, surfing blogs that I'm honestly not very interested in reading but still do cause I choose to procrastinate instead of doing work which is what I stayed home for to begin with.

Alright, all that was very useless.

Can I say something though? I think puppies are the cutest little things on the face of this universe and all other universes, next to my chihuahua. Take this little guy here for example.

Ok, u may have seen cuter pups but this charming little ball of fur's quite the bomb! Essentially, I'm just trying to say, puppies are the most adorablest little poot poot bons!!

Sigh.. Yes yes yes. I hear my conscience in my head. Reprimanding me to do my work and that excessive procrastinating makes you feel fat. Speaking of fat, I feel like I'm drowning in my own blubber. I feel fat to the max and flabby like jelly. I need to stop eating midnight snacks like Mcdonalds and nasi lemak. In fact, I need to stop eating midnight snacks period. And I shld start working out, or at least attempt to. Mayb start lacing up my running shoes and mayb hang a running outfit in front of my mirror with a note on it that says: Start exercising or do not look into the mirror. Fainting is not an option.