I went to gym last night and was greeted by its shut doors. I’d completely lost track of their operating hours, thanks to me M.I.A. for a couple of months. Muttered some profanities under my breath and left immediately. One thing I don’t like about going to gyms in shopping complexes is having to parade myself in the ugliest clothing (sorry, aside from a good pair of sports bra, others are just a complete waste of money) in front of the patrons. Not to mention the accompanying sweat patches and smell. I’m sure they don’t give a damn, but I guess I’m a somewhat self-conscious girl.

Got home, skipped dinner (more like no dinner) and tweaked my site throughout the night. Tried to catch some shuteye, which I managed for about 4 hours and woke up with a growling tummy. So I went down, microwaved some pork hams and indulged. Watched an episode of Jamie’s School Dinner. Jamie Oliver snubbed Bill Clinton because the latter and his entourage decided to forgo a menu that took a fortnight to prepare for South Beach Diet. I say good on Oliver!

Not my best weekend. Actually, it’s downright horrible. I’m the most unaffected person I’ve ever known, so yeah I’ll be over this after a good sleep. All you need is narcissism.