miss weird
dear all who happen to pop their head by to stare at this immobile platform through which I hurl words into the world, i have seriously got nothing to say. I'm sad... there's nothing to talk about. There are no weird people where i work other than this stall holder who never stops smiling. There are no weird people taking the bus on the way to work with me. There are no weird people standing in the shadows on my journeys home.
I miss school. NUS could be called Mars for the number of aliens there. Some perform tai chi in lecture theaters, some (i think they're human) who talk so fast you couldnt see his lips move, some are so arrogant its laughable. Where are the aliens? That's the problem with being a regular, there's no one around to make fun of other than a full colonel who doesnt zip his pants, but you cant make fun of him to his face or you'ld lose your job. hai... i long for the day I'll hear my lecturer who sounds like a toad being squeezed to death. I miss complaining about exams. The notalgia is killing me.
oh please, stop the lies
Monday, December 18, 2006
FARTED @ 8:39 PM
