  pomp & circumstance cc didn't turn up and made us wait for his sorry ass at the chij carnival from 12pm to 2.30pm. i swear that i saw plenty of credibly pretty girls with nice legs to boot. i bet they just put on their PE kit to agitate their male guests today, and i have few objections to the strategy.
and i bid farewell to $1 just to have a song dedicated to sik hui which i bet they didn't play. on the way home i only waved briefly at sj and a male companion with a plastic bag holding my "dong ding" (ahahahaha! ) oolong tea tied to one of the "belt brackets" on my trousers, and two club sandwiches (the ones jason's mother makes come with preserved mango) which i was about to demolish on the spot. i think they went to celebrate mich's birthday or something. happy birthday mich, may you have the shortest hair for life, or something.
like joey. anyway, cy has to be the most irritating pest on the planet. she's trying to convert me from oolong tea to japanese tea (both of us have more exotic flavours of tea in mind but those are only afforded by the very rich and the very crazy), which i dislike for its inferior brand of bitterness. i love bitter stuff, just not too bitter. why so green, i'm lonely, i'm lonely... we're just accidents waiting to happen. 
