bullets loaded. emptied. fired. weekends went similarly. while i was knocked off from kickboxing friday evening, i was aching my way through a 3-hour blading torture in blades not exactly the RIGHT size after already a chilled carnival in my old school on saturday.

then i was already REALLY KNOCKED OFF.
but good company always makes things damn worthwhile.

i'm still not rested. shopping with him's like nooo-you-cant-stop-walking-walking-walking-walking. for 8 straight hours i was walking. walking. WALKING. WALKING!! then i was there feeling SOOO guilty because i havent done what i'm supposed to do but he wont let me stop walking, walking walking and go home! now i feel so DAMN MUSCULAR. my butt, my tighs, my where-ever. lol. i'm not awarding you any points for identifying my emphasis.

there's still 2 more posters to design tomorrow. half done, but i hoping the approval comes.