Blog Hog's Delayed Wallowing...

I discovered Xiaxue's blog, after much much hype on the newspapers and the Local Brand endorsement thing. And aye, whats so good about it??? Although the writing is personal and superb and acerbic and brilliantly sarcastic... Um, nevermind. I initially doubted its credibility as a medium for proper non-porno entertainment. However, with the implosion of the blogspot servers, i had absolutely nothing to do but go blog hunting. Looks like i've bagged me some big game!

Hmm. I guess my level of humour and sophistication just can't match hers. She's witty, humourous and had me cracking up quite a few times during her recent entries. There's also the fact that she is rather tasty eye-candy *sluups*. Haha but then my heart belongs to some undisclosed else liao. May serendipity bring us together one day.

To those who read my blog and enjoy it, PUBLICISE ME as i did xiaxue's! I wants much much attention *flashes a face of fervent fury*! Adults can read this too! WOOwoowWOo. Ok ok take it easy. Breathe slowly. ahhhhhh. I guess some of xiaxue's bubbly effervescence and the bottomless financial potential of the blogging industry has really got me disillusioned.

Cue to Subway to sponsor me NOW to avoid breaking one of it's loyal customer's hearts!

Besides that, i managed to scale the daunting mountainous task that is Chem tut 4! This really (isnt) rather miraculous because chemistry makes the world go round : ). Especially since money and love are simply complex chemical reagents and reactions respectively...
Not only does chemistry rock, it causes the formation of rocks too O.o. Riiite. I shall stop my pugnacious pimping of a subject more than 50% of people in triple science seem to loathe.

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Rather Randomly Redundant Romp @ NUS

Today, i was supposed to go down to NUS for another SRP lecture. In my usual absent-mindedness, i must have gotten many, many worms thanks to my extremely early arrival. I guess i am quite bird-brained in the first place. This lecture was unceremoniously OPTIONAL! Upon hearing that i immediately bolted out of the depressingly dull LT 31, though not before marking my attendance and grabbing myself a tantalising banana ball.

Oh and for those of you who follow my shitty (literally) life ala voyeurs, i couldnt tahan and had to relieve myself from my excretory orifices at the NUS toilet. Shit Spattered Spat... For a measly banana ball and a crapper in one of the crappier toilets, the 1.5-hour long trip there and back was totally a waste of time.

Furthermore, I think i actually acquired more scientific knowledge on the lengthy ride home thanks to the indispensible tome that is 8 Days (cue another sponsorship). I mean, who wants to listen to hour-long, deathly boring lectures on mechanical engineering when there's trashy Singaporean gossip to indulge in??

Since my entire Wednesday was virtually ruined due to this fiasco (i went down and arrived at NUS at 3:30 pm, returned to j8 at only about 5. And on the ONE day i'm dismissed early from school), i resolved to make the best of a bad situation, and bought the...

Chemistry Textbook!!!

E.e

Talk about exorbitance. Ramsden Chem cost a whopping $68. That and all my peripheral stationery ("MORE MORE" i lustfully growl) spent a large percentage of the uniform money i owed my father. This in itself didnt justify 'making the day worthwhile' and i went and got the dense overgrown patch of tangly fibres that is my hair cut.

My hair's characteristic double whorls gives it the propensity to grow back in the EXACT SAME WAY (picture Friar Tuck with a more fulsome crop). No matter what cut. No matter how i style. Arrgh how troublesome, i'm stuck with 'Armani' for the rest of my life since thats what i look remotely good in (read: as ugly as a washmop). This must be the punishment i get for being sooo naughty (haha the double whorls signify cheekiness or something in chinese customs o.O).

Whewz. i havent really ranted like this on my blog in.. hmm, lets see, 1 week or so. So for whoever who had the determination and perseverance to make it this far into the entry, you WIN the prize of ultimate satisfaction. That and nothing else except possibly my kudos.

I'm empathically sensing that none of you truthfully want to continue reading on, right? Well. Too bad.

While walking all the way home from j8, I kept regurgitating my semi-digested tuna and mushroom linguini in all its caustic sourness. What dumped a whole truckload of salt into my gushing open wounds was the fact that I drinking the ever-so-gorgeous Honey Milk Tea w/ jelly in synchrony with the belching. This unorthodox blend of tastes was... indescribably disgusting.

Hmm. 'indescribably digusting' actually managed to encompass the boundaries of its toxicity. How ironic. I dubbed it 'Bubbile Tea', btw...

Okok. The conscious effort to not scare away any more readers (or blogders haha) via over-blogging is now in effect.


Note: This article was typed out on the rather frigid and unfeeling WordPad. Not only because of the Blogger technicians most probably sipping Milo too near the keyboards but also that i have no alternative medium with which to channel my myriad of scattered and disarrayed thoughts and emotions for this jam-packed day (read: get me original Microsoft Word). Pardon the lack of warmth that typing in the Blogger 'Create Post' window offers contrary to this.



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