Monday, May 09, 2005
Straylight Run.
Well, the Common Tests are finally over and the next big thing is Chinese O' Levels. Insert numerous lines of text teeming with dispair and helplessness here.
Straylight Run is without a shadow of a doubt the greatest band ever. Too bad nobody's ever heard of it. They're rather new; they only have one album currently out. What a pity. Every song they've put out is simply lyrical genius. Concurring aural-orgasms, if you will. Kudos to wenxin who inadvertently introduced them to me when she demanded that i downloaded songs by them and transfer them to her Empeethree player.
Wow, i realized that i haven't been getting enough sleep lately. I suspect it's the reason for my whimsical behaviour today. Of course i love sleeping; the feeling of waking up in what seems like a second after your eyelids get too heavy to even stay open is pleasantly soothing. The problem is I can't stand wasting time sleeping. This might sound highly perculiar seeing that i spend most of my waking hours rotting away on the intarweb anyway.
I have to plan a farewell meal for what used to be our madam slash teacher, Mrs Shirley Ho, who had resigned from her teaching career (who wouldn't?) to be a full-time housewife and mother. Despite being a rather meek person, Shirley was a motherly figure who was always there for us and never failed to offer us sound advice from her past experiences. We'll miss you, 'mam. Goodluck in whatever you do and may your child grow up to be nothing like us. I guess that's the best i can wish you. Hahaha.
I managed to catch a glimpse of Carolyn Leow and Ng Hwee Fern's numbers when i used Mr Tang's phone. He wanted me to help him set a ringtone. Of course i did that. And more. Bwaahah. I want to prank call but i have no testicles whatsoever. And i don't know how to set my house number as private number. Fuck.
I'm seriously eating too many egg-y stuff. Capelin, Big Breakfasts, all that crap. Better cut down or i'm going to die. What a retarded way to die. Imagine this : Low Yon died of high cholesterol because he was a retarded chipmunk who ate one too many eggs.
Justina made me promise not to eat anymore eggs untl Sunday. PIECE OF CAKE.
Gosh.
0 people know what's good for them.
