i guess now that i think about it, the bbq yesterday was one of those occasions where i remember the good stuff only

yes, i was aware that a lot of not-so-pleasing things happened
like falling on the playground and hitting myself on the metal rungs, or dropping my garlic bread :(
hahah
but the rest of it was fun
even with the little clique-ish divides

keed got pushed into the pool
which was anti-climactic
heh
darn, it was supposed to be a nice swinging-fling into the pool
but the guys chickened out
could've gotten a good picture out of that, too

dan, jerrald and i seriously, seriously tried to have an intelligent conversation
that didn't involve cheese or bimbotic-speak
but we failed miserably
dan ended up talking to herself about the econs lecturer
while jerrald was doing who-knows-what
and i just stood there thinking of an intelligent expertise i can talk to myself about

results: the mixture of our three dna in the air when we talk is just too potently IQ-decreasing. we're bad for the world. kill us off, please.
mwa-HA-HA

blergh

anyways, today i woke up with a soaring headache and a dripping runny nose
still smelling of bbq smoke
went to the bookshop
but i wasn't of much use there
so i went to granny's house and slept
all the way till 8 pm

that was how my day was spent
and i don't regret it one bit
because it represents NOT having to study

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
that, my friends, is how BT1's demise make me feel like doing
i shall indulge in it once more
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

fina