half an hour to midnight

i have learnt to shrug my shoulders, and say, bo pian, just tahan. it’s true, what ben said. if you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter. cold fingers don’t bother me much now, not unless they affect me, like my typing now. i have to rely on memory of where the keys are, since i can’t feel them. or at night, when i’m going to bed. cold fingers in a warming bed are not exactly the nicest things in the world.

i have also become more fierce in my love for singlish. i am exasperated that these ang mos cannot seem to grasp the sentence structure of ‘then how?’, which seems to me so obvious, so plausible, and so logical. silly people.

dear wayne, if you’re reading this, please know that you’ve got someone here caring about you all the way from nz. rag is hard, and you being head is harder. this is from me, to say that i’m supporting eusoff ALL THE WAY, and that the other halls can forget about the shield. (I had to be politcally correct)

(:

it’s midnight, i shall peel myself off the computer now. slowly, slowly, saying goodnight and goodbye to various people, and rearranging my bangs now and then. they are now touching my eyes, and are quite nice. i would like to keep them, but then i am tired of looking like a perennial 16 year old.