Monday, July 02, 2007



[Gao Xiao Zhi Zhun; in Chinese]
Jack Neo - "This is how Singaporean ghost looks like" [A long-haired girl enters, turns and shows the ghostly face. Then camera zooms out to show the Singapore Girl outfit]
Me - [Laughs and chokes on Nata deCoco]

My room is bloody hot. As in bloody hot. The aircon's turned to 20-degrees but it's like a sweltering oven here. Dad won't let me turn the aircon down to 16-degrees because it'll 'stress' the aircon. Fine, I'll just wake up nice and steamed then.

I spent today slacking instead of going swimming with horny, stone, fag and jingy, or going out with the 2Cers because I wanted to do graphs but I don't have graph paper because i'm a dumb forgetful doodoohead and I need to buy graph paper asap dammit. But I've looked at the questions and they don't look doa-able for someone of my mathematical level. Perhaps Yang En...Wait, perhaps? DEFINITELY Yang En.

As a Secretary, it is my rightful obligation and I will do my job with pride and dignity; because it is an honour to serve Yang En and Alphons.s and be their bitch.

I think I overbolded and overitalicized.

Oh and I found out Maxicheebong has a blog. Predictably it's filled with emo crap and poseur pictures that make me snigger at the wannabe-emoness. Made me laugh.

Daniel hasn't updated his blog for ages. Nishant's is long-dead. Kay Fong more or less updated his. I don't know John's. So yeah, no one else has a blog. 'Cept Imran I guess.

Blah. It's sweltering inside here man and Glen called me in the afternoon to inform me of the wonderful fiasco that I caused and I can't even begin to defend myself because I have no idea what the hell I told Ze Wei on Saturday concerning details of the PSB EXCO meeting planned date. That was a damn long sentence. So yeah, more or less managed to solve it, by calling for a sortof-impromptu meeting tomorrow.

I haven't packed my bag lah shit. Better go do it now, or have to run around tomorrow morning and perspire all over again.

Shit, it's damn hot lah.