METEORITE CRASH!!!

Hello! Good Monday to you guys! My day's been pretty swell for a MONDAY. Tried out my hand at being a paparazzi for one day since Dr. Vivian Balakrishnan came over to RP today to give a talk about... any questions posed to him.

It was pretty okay but I'm not sure if I became the full-fledged annoying, wanna-smash-her-fucking-camera photographer because I was busy snapping away - mentor for the day told me that I shouldn't be afraid nor worried to go upfront to snap up a good picture.

One guy came up to me while I was busy talking arguing with Dennis about whether I took a good picture of Mr. Handsome himself, when my main goal was to take a good picture of Dr. Vivian - NOT him obviously, and the guy told me something along the line that I shouldn't be busy snapping away just because I've got the camera something something something but his voice got softer and that Dennis had to interrupt to proudly announce to the stranger that I'm one of his students in the upcoming years while I looked at the stranger with the pleading eyes that screamed: I don't know this guy.

Oh, the joy of Dennis Yim! So anyway, I just turned away and continued being the pesty photographer with flashes of light popping out every few seconds while Dr. Vivian was busy interacting with the students from CCC.

Maybe I went too far.

Aiya, whatever it is, I'm done with it with my CE points and I finally got to use the DSLR.


Kickboxing lessons started last week and damn, I just looooooove it. I alway end up bursting out in laughter because I'm thinking how stupid I look trying to get a fighter-look. I look horrendously fake and the fact that I burst out in loud guffaws doesn't help fix my fighter look I'm trying to pick up.

Fighters don't laugh. They never do. Laughing is not in their dictionary.

You don't see Mike Tyson in his gloves, laughing away trying to hide his holes in his mouth while fighting. Na-uh, no laughing right!

But I do a whole lot of laughing during kickboxing. And then I feel bad because the guys in my kickboxing class aren't laughing at all while the rest of the class laugh more than they do a flying saucer kick or 2 straight punches and I feel that I'm distracting their concentration.

Anyhoos, I'm gonna cut my nails now and I'd bet Tex the kickboxer is gonna ask me to remove my yellow nail polish for Wednesday's class.



Oh, and PS, I couldn't give a fuck less about what you guys think about smokers anymore. Tired of your shallowness, not gonna stoop low down to your level to reason out with you guys. Buh-bye!



I wish life was a video game. This way, I can kill you over and over again.