Fast and Furious

Today's bla : You have 2 packs, he has 6 packs, that wrestler has 8 packs on his tummy. Me? I got one big united kingdom. And I am proud of it.



Peaceful and serene. I spent almost the whole day at my church. Not to be a goody-two-shoes Christian but to hang out with some church buddies. Plus my church's 20th anniversary is around the corner and I participated in some items in the programme so I had to stay back after the service to practise.


First of all, it's the youth-dance. Youth being around age 18 and above (funny ay), our dance is not like the ones in the picture. Those are professionals. Ours is professional in our own way and I am still trying to get some moves synchronised with the rhythm and beat. Who said fat people can't dance? But I have to be honest though, it's really tiring. I am flat out.


Apart from that, there's a combined choir too. Conducted and taught by our church expert. Mr smth smth. I don't know what is his name but I can tell he's an expert. You know one when you see one. Well, I was singing here and there, including choir practises and service's presentation in the morning, my throat is telling me to be a mute for the rest of the day. Rest, Mr Fluffy.

In my mind right now, I think of only one thing. My bed upstairs. Besides, I really do need some rest. The last week was a tiring week for me, having to train for the coming State badminton competition, daily going to the promoted gym just because it's free and shopping like my dad is printing cash. I need a good sleep.

You know you love me, JOsh