killing time



The calendars days are numbered....

Okay, I’m updating again. It turns out my Dad reads this. Hi Pa.

Anyway, I forgot what I wanted to post again. It keeps on happening. If I just squeeze the contents of the day into this little post, then this would just be any other normal blog that no one really reads unless he/she has a lot of friends: something that I feel that I lack, or rather in denial with regards to it. But what’s wrong with mediocrity? Ha, that question should be posted to this Singaporean society. Oh yea, I’m now unofficially a Singaporean. I need to swear in on April. Also, I set up my facebook account once again. I won’t bother adding anyone though. I’ve been recently warming up to my studies.

Oh, and tomorrow, my class will be visiting Ju Eng Home: some old folk’s home. AND, I was assigned to play some songs to them because no one wants too. Pity. Anyway, I’m getting out of my pessimistic spell, so you won’t see pissed of posts like this anymore, not that I am angry now. But don’t expect me to talk more; screw that, it’s me talking too much that got me in this crap anyway. Not that I’m in any trouble with anyone.

See you on the click side, my imaginary readers, and Pa.