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the pinguin, 25th year of filling up space in petaling jaya, malaysia.

a mutant, ping accumulates powerful amounts of "bad luck", and spreads it to anyone within a ten-foot radius of her.

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  • Thursday, November 2
    a period of recovery

    To ensure that I don't send myself spiralling into depths of depression envisioning JD and his new amour having wild animal sex daily, I've set myself to a few guidelines.

    1) Get involved in more getogethers.
    I often miss events because I have a spectacular habit of not writing anything down.

    2) Spend more time at the gym.
    I jog quite a fair bit, but for me, I tend to think more when I jog alone than when I'm working out in a place full of other people and trying not to embarrass myself.

    3) Play more video games.
    Chii-girl says I should play Sims 2 and make characters of JD and I living together with subtle signs of mutual attraction, after which my character will fall madly in love with a handsome and young rich man and be whisked away to live happily in his beautiful luxurious mansion after a lavish wedding, leaving JD devastated and alone in an empty home. Chii-girl is scary with brilliant crafty ideas like these.

    4) Watch more comedies.


    5) Be more appreciative of other things in life.
    Great family, great friends, great colleagues, sorta great workplace, everyone is healthy and happy, haven't had a pimple in weeks.

    6) Kick JD's ass if he keeps detailing his lurid journey up to the fourth base
    which he has been doing since the last entry. Because, bless his dear soul, I am apparently someone whom he thinks will be interested in hearing all about it. Oh, bitter, bitter irony.