  the sole today i had fruit salad, meat patties (those that my maid cooks amazingly taste more like potato than whatever meat she used) and a very citrus-enhanced can of diet coca-cola.
i read that moby has made the album an industry (the album that started it all was self-made and quite possibly the most critically acclaimed commercially successful album in the late 90s) - by my interpretation, linkin park and the revitalised chinese pop industry is almost completely because of a bald, nerdy, ugly asshole.
and a big asshole at that. i'd like to be like that someday. i'd like - here is where my excessively ambitious plans go - to write a very good (ingenious, in fact) book with parts i butchered off from somewhere else and then make books all over the world a very commercial commodity: less than a hundred pages, overwhelmingly easy to read, and with sluts adorning the covers. the only difference from moby is that i'll actually get the money i truly deserve from my evil schemes, and then start to cheat every singaporean who can walk, talk and spend money out of his or her trousers a trilion times! i'd charge them $2 per bonus word for sequels! of course, one who is sanguine of the IQ of the common singaporean might express his sceptism, but as a US executive once put it: "once you get hold of the government, you automatically get 4 million guinea pigs to experiment on", and einstein's famous quote: "only two things are infinite: the Universe and stupidity, and i'm not sure of the former".
and i'm determined to succeed... and i will... unless some idiot comes up with pancakes we'd all buy willingly for $10 per piece so that we can check the underside for 4D numbers. bye. 
