Yourself?

irs was fun. somewhat. well. it's a good excuse to spend time on something you are vaguely interested in anyway.

oh. i just poured a cup of water into the computer keyboard. speaking of cap and apm and all that stuff,

maybe we should get some (more) cwc people in here. hm. okay. hurrah.
today we had the n.e. talk. i felt like wringing necks. oh. the sentences don't necessarily link.
tang wen'en you should have come to school. i bet you haven't done your history essay either. we miss the vodka and the tori songs. i had to sing the waitress song all by myself to the stupid person sitting next to me whom i didn't know who kept on invading my personal space by sprawling all over his seat and crossing his legs with his sneaker sticking out at me and playing with his handphone. ("i believe in peace, bitch." and, "if i did it fast it'd be an act of kindness". mostly.)

i tried to sing tom lehrer too; at any rate he was so thick-skinned and emptyheaded he didn't get the hint. rachel is going to teach me the madame guillotine song, it sounds useful for these sort of things.

and the singing became a contagious thing; he started singing too (without stopping all the sprawling) and his songs were all happy songs and it was, annoying. and all this while the people at the microphones were talking about foreign talent and china and aaargh. picky picky picky.

posted by Anonymous @ 12:48 pm