  anyway, i woke up a bit too late to go with two other people to see ex-interim-cane-wielder terz's (no comment on the net handle) pix at the shooting homes exhibition. speaking of which i'm hungry again. is it that i'm finally piling on the centimetres? actually, i just post whenever i feel hungry.
and the relative-imported bak chang isn't my cup of tea. what *is* my cup of tea is those lipton milk tea sachets. not too bad, actually, but could do with more flavour. oh which reminds me: monty python's LIFE OF BRIAN is slated to rescreen in US theatres soon, and hopefully this also means a singapore screening. LIFE OF BRIAN is at least one of the most brilliant comedy movies of all time, although the entire movie is sort of anti-church. FINALLY! i hope the stupid censors don't remove anything. the news was received by a near fatal heart attack on cy's end of the telephone, followed by enough mad screaming on that end to turn me deaf had i not the good sense to distance myself from the headset at the time.
yeahhh! i'm a fist pumper. wooooo!!! i have a scream! YEEEEOWWWWW! that's enough for this week's dose of teenageristics. and ah, chinese test. sure fail. even though i wrote down some words in pencil on my plastic desk cover (i try telling myself every night, to little avail, that every star student has cheated in at least fifteen class tests).
and no screw-up on making joseph tay's life a miserable hell. it's covered: his masculinity will be destroyed by guangrong extending his winning streak at his daily arm-wrestling match; his intelligence will be removed by some assorted pranks; and his integrity and honour stripped with some deft art. but joseph is a nice guy, ladies, really. except that his hands are very clubby indeed. he might just crush all of your fingers if you're interested in that dull hand-holding business. :) 
