Shagged from Hazmat training. Dehydrated +++++. Haa. The way I perspire.. will not lose to some guys I bet. Even Yanti was shocked at the amount of sweat my body produced. Her rubber gloves got wet just from adjusting my hoodie before we stepped in the smoke chamber. Haa! She didn't even touch my face laaa. Okays, in case you're wondering, the hazmat training requires you to wear the chemical agent (CA) suit and APPRECIATE the difficulties faced when working in that alien-looking suit.
Anyways, thank God that KK's designated triage area during a Hazmat incident is at the taxi stand (read: sheltered) if not, like today we only stood under the hot sun for a mere 15 mins, I'll just perspire till I dry out and DIE. Haa.
Joy's birthday's tomorrow and I am sooo gona bake her cuppy cakes. Crossing my fingers and hoping the frostings will turn out ok and the little cupcakes will turn out pretty.. :)
Gosh, even my entry is so no-strength. Zzz...
cHROn|cLEs
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