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i don't get why people title their blogposts. it's not as if they're writing a piece of poetry or prose or anything. it's a blogpost. unless of course you're writing a blogpost in some poetic style or something.

(i'm feeling restless and have to stir up some trouble and even though you're probably able to see huge ginormous holes in my very bitchy argument, just shut up and think about it.)


hahahaha anyway i'm getting addicted to watching tv AGAIN (oh shit not at this time please it's EXAMS.) but it's so irresistible with the new cable box set giving me like 50 more channels to watch INCLUDING MOVIES!!! in the daytime now there's the olympics and at night THERE ARE MOVIES. no more s-leaguing. THERE GOES MY STUDY PLAN. no i must stay strong. who am i kidding.



neeways GRACE'S PARTY organised by CALEB was awesome and it was supposed to be really pathetic at first (heh even the balloons were like half up spelling "GRACE" when there was supposed to be "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" in front) and only three people greeted her in the living room LOLLL. then had to go for church (missing out on the main part of the party) but yeah came back and ryan was there too and caught up with a couple of people including aaron and ashleen (okay maybe not that much cuz she was too busy getting drunk, or maybe she was already drunk probably) and caleb and jiawen. then the balloons decided to spell "appy brrthday gnoce" hahahaha. OH and the singapore tabletennis team got into the finals hooray.

and i find that i can't end conversations properly sometimes. it's super awkward for both parties and definitely not fun.



haha and i didn't know that Salvador Dali was a voyeur and a sex freak. =D

END OF CONVERSATION.


p.s. i've decided to start on a project (that may never actually have a proper start or end) that involves emotions and their personifications. the most interesting one that i have thought up is regret.