DETAILS, DETAILS
UPDATE: Currently having a life crisis. But no worries, because tetris cures everything. MATERIAL POSSESSIONS AREN'T IMPORTANT TO ME, ALL THAT MATTERS IS TETRIS.
PRACTISE SAFE SEX.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Tomorrow, all boredom will resume at NHHS, so I advise all students now to have some fun and demolish your house, or just smear paint over your goddamn parents' faces. If you hate them, like me.
I want to post about some really old stuff today, say, my holiday in Kukup last year. I remember at the fish farm, a little girl told me that the blood of a certain fish bred there can cure AIDS. I was so surprised that I almost fell off the wooden plank into the murky water(what an exaggeration). Well I thought it was absurb anyway. Why are the top scientists in the world still working their asses off at that very minute trying to find a cure for AIDS when it is readily available in Kukup? Absurb.
I wonder if being a journalist is the ideal career for me when I grow up. I don't mean being those food critics in 8 days who over-use the term "food orgasm" or being in the "fashion police" in Urban. I mean like those writers in Straits Times who write Real articles. But I wouldn't mind being a movie critic when I can get to watch movies free everyday! Hopefully.
I've picked up a new hobby and it's about making lists. Here's one that I made up earlier.
Bad names for cats:
Carol
Snowy
Padfoot
Snowball
Mango
Sunday, May 18, 2008