Tuesday, September 30, 2008.

and dmp's over, which means AUTUMN IS FINALLY HERE.

wait singapore has no autumn, it only has dry, rainy and f1 seasons.

confess. WHICH (shameless) IDIOT DIDN'T WATCH F1 SINGAPORE GRAND PRIX ON TV?

you deserve to die a horrible death, maybe like getting struck by massa's fuel hose.
joking.

anyway shan't say anything about my birthday, cause as per all my past birthdays, they all involve mugging.

eek.

and anyway. when autumn comes, the scent of freshly printed papers blows with the wind, and one can smell a whiff of the black ink on the printed papers and their words.

they spell out "END OF YEARS".

well, in other contexts, that usually calls for celebration, that santa is here giving his supply of oil to alaska for palin to dig up, and that congress somehow voted wrongly and really wanted the bail-out plan after all.

to ri guys, that ain't the case though.

my ss, geog and chem look untouched. well, maybe a bit of ss and geog, but chem definitely clean. seeing as i have ABSOLUTELY no clue what's going to come out for eoys, i should as well resign myself to fate and die a horrible death this eoys.

anyway dmp was half-fun-half-slack. some lessons bored me, others (mat. sci. ftw!) had me on steroids. ahh why can't we do more of these stuff next time?

now it's back to neurons. darn.

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