Jay's new song collboration with Dumbfoundead and Clara. It's sooo goooodddd..... and the download's free!

Jay raps:

Although I know some people out there throwin dirt on my name

But it's all good
Still show em some love
Cause unlike that girl from the movie
I ain't holdin no grudge

Love that part the most, but there's still typical Jaycheesiness like "Life's a cow I made a burger, and I'm serving it with some fries"...??? Hahaha You just gotta love him. and my mum was at Bugis Street today, and the shop assisstant's ringtone was Jay's version of Nothing On You. My husband's getting so much love <3>

Plus, if you thought that K-Pop is all fluff and cheesy boybands, you obviously haven't heard One Way yet. They're so talented and their self-written songs are catchy, and most importantly there's none of that Engrish in their songs.

Magic is a catchy RnB song that's been stuck in my mind.

One Way (by One Way) is a more in da hood (which reminds me, one of my abbreviations for HS202 is Lick Da Flag, Queen Elizabeth. Whuuuttt??!).

Made more ricecakes for lunch today! Nothing burned, nothing caught fire, not much smoke. Thank goodness. Just forgot to add in salt. But it tasted passable. Shall add in minced meat or something next time. ^^

Okay. That's it for today's post. Am sooooooo not prepared for anything at all. I've been reading and reading, but nothing's entering my mind. I guess I'll only start remembering when I start really copying everything down from lectures...

fina

Please tweet #happy23JayPark at Singapore time 3.00PM!!!! Thanks!

I'm getting so cranky from reading it annoys even me! And it's not like I even read for the whole day! I only started at 2, had like an hour break for lunch, and then stopped at 6 to take care of domestic issues like make coffee, heat up food, etc. And now I feel so angsty I don't feel like doing anything. *Heavy sigh* I even lashed out at a chair. Because it's orange and cushioned. (Whaaat??!)

Anyway, I, for the first time in my Asian life, am sick of eating rice. So yesterday I made imitation rice-ball/ onigiri with none of the usual ingredients for lunch. Except while balling the rice up I thought it'd taste good dipped in egg and breadcrumbs. So I tried doing that, except the breadcrumbs were more bread than crumbs. And the entire thing was tasteless. Chili sauce had to come to the rescue.

My parents were out during dinner yesterday, so I decided to make dinner for my sister and I. I was still sick of plain rice, so I tried making ricecakes with (instant) cream of mushroom soup. But so many mishaps happened in the making of these damned rice cakes, I felt like crying and was moaning, "Why me? Why today?! Why??!!" The lack of normal ingredients, the burning of the scallions and garlic, and oil shooting at my face and arms were the least of my problems.

Numero uno: The entire house was filled with smoke when I was frying the ricecakes. They weren't burning or anything, but the frying pan just emitted so much smoke... The kitchen window was open, but I guess the sheets hanging right across it blocked the smoke from going out the window.

Number two: My frying pan caught on fire! I looked away for one second to put a fried ricecake on the plate, and when I looked up I was shocked to see fire about 10 cm high dancing over its surface, when there wasn't even any food on it. I eventually got to douse it... with the oil already on the pan.

Number three: The vegetable oil bottle cap fell into the frying pan, after it'd slipped out of my fingers when I was trying to keep the bottle. I had to fish it out of the pan with the ladle. Now it looks all deformed and wrinkly and spotty. Needless to say (but still I'll say it) I changed the oil, pan and the ladle. So that added another 10 minutes to my cooking time.

Eventually what was supposed to be 40 minutes of cooking because an hour and a half, plus sitting and waiting for my sister to come home so we could eat. Aigoya....

My mum's birthday is today, and I stayed up till 3 to make her card. My third card of April, but my pop-up skills are not improving at all. I made three different types of pop up cards this month, but I'm so proud of them! They take me a long time to make but I like crafty stuff (sly laugh). And my mum's card is now sitting pretty in a vase of (plastic) flowers.

I think I'll go have dinner with my family now.

Yay I'm finally on my own blogger!

The day before yesterday was Pat's birthday, so BLUE Marx ([Pat, Aishah, Mel and I] met up at Swensen's Bugis to celebrate! It was a much needed break from not studying (who knew watching television and surfing the net could be so stressful?). And instead of Pat being just a gift-receiver, she gave us gifts as well! All of us tried to look mad and whine "Whhyyy???!!!" but the Pooh, Eeyore and Nemo-and-dad balloons she gave us were too cute to deny. In fact, Nemo and dad are right across from my bed, staring at me right now.

We ordered a one-for-one lunch (thank goodness for that!) and had a Giant Earthquake ice-cream that the staff kindly added candles and dry ice effects to. And because I'd come prepared with extra hunger (no dinner or breakfast) I had a butterscotch milkshake with the ice-cream. Barf-tastic, because I was so full I wanted to barf, but it tasted fantastic.

We sang her a birthday song out loud since the restaurant was almost empty. Oh yeah, and we talked about Samuel (or what was left of him. Poor guy. Even Thomas my lappie and Alfred Pat's friend lasted longer than oh-so-sweet Samuel.) Lol.

And then off to Kick Ass! Watch the movie I mean. It was super strange and had many Oh-My-Gah! moments in it , but it had a nice storyline. And Aaron Johnson was convincing as a geeky, ugly American teenage boy (not sure it was a compliment) with nice clear-as-glass eyes (now THAT was a compliment).

We eventually had to part, to go "study", but I know I only went home to watch more TV and anime.

Even yesterday was supposed to be the start of my studying, but I had driving to learn, food to eat, more shows to watch. So guess what? Everything has been postponed to today. And here I am on blogger, doing something other than studying. Oh well.

fina

P.S. Eeyore's so famous that amongst all the words that were red-lined by my spell-checker, he survived! And Pooh too! Nemo... not so lucky.

P.P.S. If you're reading this, and have time to spare on unproductive work, SMS me ASAP! I need to ask opinions on my 2009 birthday shoes I'm ordering online. Whittled down choices to 3, but I'm so undecided!

I haven't been updating much recently, have I? I'll usually go through a phase of updating so regularly I think people become sick of reading about the same person's same thoughts and same mundane life, and then another phase where I become too lethargic/ uninspired/ busy to update.

And I have been relatively busy, I suppose. Not with too much schoolwork though. I'm surprisingly watching more TV than ever before. But what I have been busy with, is creating an imaginary situation with a few real characters, and 2 billion other man-made ones. It's been fun. I've been extremely diligent at it too. I'm quite proud of it. Which reminds me, I need to send it to Pat and Mel...

April is the month of many many birthdays! Syaz, Pat, my mother, Jaebeom, etc. I feel money that isn't even mine draining away. *flushes toilet*

And please don't make fun of my husband's goreng pisang anymore. It hurts his feelings, and mine too, because people really underestimate his gift just because of his stature. T_T Really, you'd be surprised at how much more blessed he is than the average-sized person. And he does the gym everyday, so it should tell you how both of us feel about this thing ;)

Haha Risque topics they are, but I'm pushing 20. Isn't that weird? I don't feel a day over 17. Nothing much has changed in me since I've been 17, except for the fact that I've started being even more immature and weird. Maturity is regressing for me. But I'm having the time of my life now, so I'm not really complaining about it. Seriously, I cannot imagine how it'd be to be all mature, and serious, and normal. Wouldn't life be boring? What do you talk about with friends? Schoolwork? Family? TV shows? More work?

I feel fine (albeit frequently disoriented) being who I am everyday. If I can bring laughter to people, or at least to myself, I feel like I've accomplished something. That, plus TV, is apparently all I need to feel content. I should just move to a foreign country, buy a satellite for cable TV, bring family and friends with me, and operate a small barely profitable shop where I have a lot of free time on my hands. Then I can go on holiday once in a while from this life-time holiday, to do things like skydive and bungee jump, before going back to my relatively uneventful life where I have time to switch back and forth between knitting, learning how to play songs on an electronic organ and a guitar, play with Lego and read fiction. And watch TV.

My ideal life - *sigh*. Not very realistic. But stamped all over with my personality: LAID-BACK (or just plain lazy).

Grey's Anatomy starting soon. Yay! I'll do tomorrow's readings later. Or tomorrow. Hmm.

P.S. Not only am I uninterested in schoolwork (although somethings we learn are interesting), but the boys in school are just plain -_-. I don't even have eye candy to keep me excited about school. Whyy???!!! (Maybe eye candy's such an immature concept, but it's so exciting when there is someone who catches your eye, someone whom I am currently missing. *another old person sigh*)

fina

"Brind old people. Mazeltov."

Joy ride.

Oh, a happy day has arrived! Jay has finally FINAlly FINALLYy released a NEW video of himself singing on youtube. It signifies a fresh start, away from the bloody whole 2PM shizz, and I can't wait to see what else he comes up with.

(\_/)

(^_^)

Jay Bunny's back!!!

Less than a day after the video's been posted, and already 300,000+ views, 10,000+ ratings averaging at 5 stars, 200,000+ channel views. Nearly 9000 comments on his channel, and over 10000 on his video. The whole world's behind him, and I hope he'll be able to achieve something truly spectacular with all this support.

*sigh* Just sad that there'll be no more displays of dorky funniness and brotherhood like Wild Bunny and Idol Army showed/ faked. I'll mourn the loss of the fantasy they represented. One minute of silence please. ----------

But YAY YAY YAY Jay's back!

I retrieved and fixed the lyrics to the rap and bridge he made himself ('cos some of it was different from the video version). The lyrics are so him; I felt like crying happy tears. Jinjja! Still do *sniff*.

Lyrics Nothing On You Cover by Jay Park

Original Chorus: Beautiful girls all over the world

I could be chasing but my time would be wasted

(They got) nothing on you baby

Nothing on you baby

Jay Park I get approached a lot being who I am,

and I got a lotta girls wishing I’m their man (check it),

and if I’m wrong witchu, I dont wanna be right,

I gotcha gigglin' like everyday’s a comedy night.

I’m a correct answer, never do you wrong,

and I trust yah even though that you’ve been gone,

but don't blame me for getting a little jealous -

it's just hard when you’re talking to them fellaz.

I got that “Taylor” body, girl you know that I gotcha,

you can call me "New Moon" because I orbit around ya.

You're my world, my everything, the only thing between our face is just that spaghetti string.

I’m faithful; won't pull a Kobe Bryant on you.

It's a jungle, won't be “lion” pull a “Tiger” on you.

Even know the exact shade of your eyes kid,

my heart’s ice, your number one like Yun-A Kim.

Original Chorus: (Beautiful girls) all over the world

I could be chasing but my time would be wasted.

(They got) nothing on you baby,

nothing on you baby.

They might say "hi", and I might say "hey",

but you shouldn't worry about what they say.

They got nothing on you baby,

nothing on you baby.

Jay Park I used to be a boy

that had many girls

all over the world,

but they got nothing on you babe.

Its forever just you and me,

for all of eternity.

Jay ParkI know your stressing, but I’m confessing: baby, you’re the only girl that I want.

You can be my best friend, we can play X-men,

you can be Jean, I can be Cyclops.

'Cause I don’t wanna end up like everyone else,

hurtin’ all alone all by myself.

This is just something that I’ve never felt.

Yeah~

I suppose this is a little late in being posted but...

A few weeks ago, in COM 205, we had to interview each other. One of the questions was: "What would you like God to say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?"

Of course, Muslims believe in Judgement Day, so I'd like God to say: "Your life was very entertaining. So you don't have to go to hell!"

(I hope that's not blasphemous?)

It was just a random thing that popped into my head again today. Where was I and what was I doing when this idea reappeared in my strange brain? In the toilet. Tinkling. Really random. And too much info. But BLOG MINE. Hah.

My parents are in KL today to shop, so my sister and I are stuck at home. Lunch was McDonald's, which of course is the first choice of teenagers who are allowed to pick their lunch, and who live right across the street from one.

They left at 4-5 am this morning, and I was so sleepy from waking up to say goodbye to them that I woke up late for my driving lesson. The lesson started at 7am, and I woke up... at 7am, when the instructor SMSed me to tell me he'd arrived at the pick-up point. Dang. So no shower, just teeth brushed, and a cab ride (my umpteenth time this week. Guilty T_T ). And it's the 3rd/ 4th time in a row I've been late. I have turned from the most punctual person around to a serial late-er. *Stab*

Fina (Sarang pina)

Short break (just one of many) from essay-writing. How typical of me to do last-minute work to be handed in this morning? For a humanities student, I find writing essays particularly hard, no matte what the topic. I just cannot structure academic-sounding sentences, find informative enough references, and make theoretically-sound claims without much difficulty.

*Sigh* And now I have to do it with a dripping nose... only 2 and a half hours left!

Back to trying.

DFS met up on Friday, and I love Steph for buying me Kinder Surprise from Abu Dhabi!!! I've given two to my parents and my sister, but the rest are for me. I'm keeping it safely in my room, away from hungry prying eyes.

Blue Marx spent over 6 hours online yesterday to complete our presentation outline. It was a messy, disorganised process, but we've managed to come up with most of the points already. What a relief!

I'm going out for fun later, just dinner out since nobody's cooked anything at home, and nobody but me eats ddeokbokki. Isn't it sad? For lunch I finished up the macaroni bake I made last week that's been sitting in the fridge, and as it turned out, nobody but me has been eating it! The rice krispies treat I made last week - majority eaten by me. I left one piece in the fridge for my sister, but it's uncertain whether she'll actually eat it. I don't know why. Besides the ddeokbokki and the different baked stuff, the rice krispies treats actually taste so good!

School's starting again, and I don't feel like doing anything different to prepare for it. Readings? What readings? What take-home midterm paper? I really shouldn't be in school...

I told my parents how worried I was that I didn't have a clue about what job to apply for after graduating (if I graduate). I don't know what I even want to do for the rest of my life, because I'm not the kind of person that can stick to one job for the rest of a lifespan. But I can't change jobs every few months just because I get tired of it. So I'm lost. But my parents said I could worry about it after I graduate. So... I'll put it to the back of my mind for now.

Life's such a mess, it should never be allowed to last too long for people like me.

fina

Oh, and no naked pictures of Jaebeom in the layout at all! I'm actually kinda proud of my restraint,

2Oneday's news has been slow the past two days... I'm feeling kinda lost without it, but not bored enough to go do some readings.

What have I done today?... Absolutely nothing! Except watched a movie on TV, American Idol on TV, and finally made the Mazeltov ringtone. Three versions of it, in fact. Three, equally ridiculous, versions.

Version 1: Mazetov Weirdly mashed

Version 2: Mazeltov No Jaebeom

Version 3: Mazeltove Brind Old People

As you can see, the titles are but a prelude to how ridiculous the ringtones are. If you want a copy, don't hesitate to order one from me through e-mail, and it'll be delivered right onto your virtual doorstep. =) Damaged goods are non-refundable, but you may simply order a new copy. Payment will be via daily installments of 0dollars for 0 days and, should you require one, a loan may be extended to you at 0% interest per month. Hope enjoy your purchase!

Yesterday was a little more productive, but still not much if you refer to the Singapore government's definition of productive. Beside changing the blog picture to the one above, I made a desktop wallpaper of 40 Jaebeom pictures. Yup, that's the kind of thing I like to waste my time on when I want to procrastinate on doing readings. So far, Jaebeom related projects completed: 2, readings completed: 0. Will readings fare better tonight? The forecast is cloudy, but we'll have to see.

I am so bored... I may actually take a nap at 8.42PM now. Good night!

Read my mind...

This month is just... too... unbearably hot... thank god for air conditioning.

[Ex-2PM]<- name of 2PM as they were before we knew most of them were fakes.

Ex-2PM's fans and anti-fans' anger must be heating up the whole world! Singapore's no longer a green city - we're brown now, since all our grass is fried to a lovely, caramelised colour.

I'm enjoying not doing anything for now, and it feels wonderful to wake up at 11, watch TV, eat, then watch more TV. I shall finally FINALLY finally get to doing a ringtone version of "lub, brind, PASSION!~" from Mazel Tov by Child of Empire. <- Golly, if that wasn't the strangest set of words ever?

And I shall finish The Official Blue Marx Personality Guide, which has been hard to do because unlike zodiacs and blood types, horoscopes are soooo long winded. It's a hard job being partly in charge of your own (fictional) entertainment company. You have to do everything by yourselves. Where's the manager when you need him?

In my alternate world, JYPE has been bought over, and trashed by our entertainment company. And 5PM (Ex-2PM minus Khun and Jay) are now living with their parents, who refuse to support them for free because they've been horrible sons. So now most of them (except Junsu) work the counter at McDonald's, while Junsu has to be kept in the back to make your McChickens and hide his mug. They all attend hypnosis sessions, paid for by Blue Marx, to subconsciously turn them into nicer, more polite people with the mentality of a 10-year old Girl Guide (who obviously would be more mature and kinder than the people they were before).

Khun is a huge pop star in Thailand, so now he spends most of his time there, unless he's in Singapore to hang out with Blue Marx's leader Emotional. Jay is living in the lap of luxury in the Blue Marx house, where he works with us on some of our better songs, and is fed grapes by the Blue Marx maknae Lovely. He flies over home often to hand his parents the bag-fulls of cash he's earned from being a solo artist under Blue Marx's entertainment company, and sometimes even flies his family over to meet Blue Marx. Our first joint world tour will be in 2011.

Aren't I creative when I'm mad? (and I mean mad in both senses of the word) ^^

fina

I had the midterm re-test this morning. Two essays, instead of the usual 20-question MCQ and essay. Whatever. I'm gonna fail anyway, because I didn't spend the whole of Sunday (or any other day) studying.

Instead, I spent the whole of Sunday (and everyone else found this funny. I don't?) making a youtube playlist of opera songs! Yep, I spent my studying day learning the different types of sopranos there are, and listening to their singing. It's really heck-a interesting! And all this was borne out of my admiration for Kristin Chenoweth, who's appeared in Glee, RV, Bewitched and etc, and who is, herself, a coloratura soprano. And now I have a playlist of operatic songs.

But the funniest bit (which even I have to admit is a little funny) is that my playlist is called "Getting me some culture". Okay, not so funny to non-sociology students. But it's a phrase by Prof Patrick which I remember the most, and since I was to take his paper this morning, it just suddenly popped into my head that I needed to get me some culture, and not study. If you happen to chance upon it on youtube, listen to the Bell Song - really a showcase for sopranos who have really high, agile voices. I'm serious!

*Sigh* I've gotten even madder this year, as in more crazy, and it worries me, because I (and everyone else around me) don't see myself as normal anymore. I'm irreversibly weird! =(

My last post was vulgar, to say the least. But I won't delete something that was an honest, spontaneous expression of my feelings at that time.

And whatever I said was true anyway. So BANANAPEEL it.

I haven't begun to/can't really start studying proper yet, even by this late stage. Midterm tomorrow - ah, what the heck? A fail wouldn't kill me. Maybe I need a year off or something to get things into perspective, because I'm really losing the focus on studying and schoolwork. What's the point of going to school when you're just going through the motions and aren't interested in learning anything?

Soooo restless now. Want a hot fudge sundae ^^

No more 2PM. 2PM are traitors. 2PM are liars.

Aftermath of the conference: You can never believe the "reality" you see on TV, can you? Relationships and personalities are all fake, all scripted. Once the money-making link is broken, once you don't need that person any more to succeed, you can easily throw shit on them and kick them out onto the street.

Fucking bastards, selfish mean-spirited assholes who've forgotten to whom they need to be grateful to and grateful for. Ok Taecyeon, Lee Junsu, Hwang Chansung, Lee Junho, Jang Wooyoung, you are all dead to me. Nichkhun you sweet soul, hope they're not treating you like shit there.

I am absolutely spitting mad and disappointed and betrayed by all that has transpired. They've fucking wasted my Saturday, making me worried about how those poor little dears are coping with the pressure and sadness. The poor fans who were there to see the fantasy image these boys have been cultivating crumble right before their eyes.

2PM is shit. 2PM is dead.

Goodbye.

Shitt...

I really cannot put my feelings into words right now, except "shit"...

A few days ago JYPE officially announced that Jaebeom has been permanently withdrawn from 2PM, and they've totally terminated his contract with them. Why? With the rather shady excuse that he called them on the 22nd of December saying he did something else wrong a few months before that. And worried that this will be an even bigger problem for them, they decided on January the 6th "with the other members" to save their own asses and dump him.

And they announced this when? On the 25th of freaking February. And other things don't match up. Like the fact that the other 1:59PM members were mostly in their hometowns or abroad. So how in fuck would they have been able to discuss this in a meeting to decide to kick their leader out? Also, until very recently, the other 1:59ers had been leaving hints left and right about how much they miss him and look forward to his return. Why would they have done that if they had played a part in deciding to kick him out more than a month before? WAE??!!

I feel so so mad and disgusted at the lengths some companies will go to save their asses at the expense of their artistes and fans. Like the original controversy about Jay calling Korea gay? JYPE actually covered up the fact that he complained about the slave 10-year contract they offered him only a month after he arrived in Korea, by blurring those revealing words and thereby not allowing the public to see it in the context it was in - that he called Korea gay because the only Koreans he was in contact in for that first month were from JYPE who wanted him to sign an inhuman contract of 10 years. That would have meant keeping him under company control until the age of age 30, when he'd be too old for them to make money out of him.

And here my gut feeling is that they're covering something else up. Stupid fucktards. Don't be shocked, I'm just more vulgar now. I don't care.

There's a conference going on between JYPE and fans for fans to ask questions, but cunning and devious JYPE has organised the structure of the discussion to their favour, by granting permission to mostly anti-boycott and personal fans who won't take a strong stand against JYPE. Only a fraction are pro-boycott, so this conference is now more like a fan-meeting where the fans there are to support and not question them. Super nerve-wracking; I'm refreshing my forum pages every few minutes to keep up since there are live updates.

Shit man.

I know my rights, I've been here all day and its time for me to go

From now on, I shall be a guy. They have all the perks, except for NS. I shall be a guy, but gay, because I'd still like my Jaebeom and Yonghwa (whom I shall very excitedly write about in the next post!).

It's so weird that after so many conversations with people about why guys have more freedom than girls, the only answer I've gotten is "because they're guys".

Pressing on further, they then reveal that it's a fact (so they think) that guys are born stronger than girls, and therefore can take better care of themselves than can girls.

So, I ask, what if you were to throw in extra factors? Such as improved strength, and self-defence knowledge? Would that then allow the girls to be on par with guys in terms of self-defence, and therefore more deserving of the same amount of freedom as the guys?

The reply I got was an emphatic "no". So this means that the cause is not that girls are weaker than guys, I reasoned. So why then do girls receive lesser freedom than guys, even if they (let's just say) can take care of themselves just as well?

"Because they're girls", an answer which has led me to conclude that all those people who put forward such an excuse are only going round in circles and show no logic. Therefore, they are quite obviously idiotic morons who are worth my time of day.

Hence the reason why I am a guy as of this moment. I shall still dress like a girl, and men have long hair anyway, but I shall do things like a guy would. I shall not do dishes, I shall not cook, I shall not wash, or dry, or fold clothes, or any of such sissy, girly, weakling things to do. I shall leave my room messy, I shall play computer games all the time, and thus I shall be able to have more freedom.

Freedom, although evasive, is an illusion that I'd like to think I possess.

Your bro,

Fred.

I have never been more serious in my whole life.

Fact #1:

University makes you delusional.

Fact #2:

K-Pop makes you delusional.

Conclusion: I'm off my rocker.

Good thing is, Pat and I have been way more vocal in classes than last year due to this delusion. When you repeat to yourself that you're a ****** person enough times, you subconsciously begin to believe your make-believe until it is no more "make" than "is", and you begin to act according to traits which have been generally associated with the occupation of delusion. Confused? You're supposed to be - these are the delusional ravings of a make-believe ****.

We've a 52-page reading due tomorrow, and I am a quarter of the way done, without being anywhere near understanding it. I know we'll have to speak up in class for participation marks to be awarded, but I guess tomorrow shall have to be an off-day for me =(. The only thing I can grasp is that primitive people were happily communist in lifestyle, and were more rich in leisure time than we. What I do not grasp is what I am supposed to critique in the reading, and what can we do about the current situation anyway? *sigh*

** Just realised we only need to read half of the 52 pages. Yay!

Note: Certain words used in this post have been censored in order to prevent further deterioration of the original poster's reputation, or what is left of it. Your kind understanding is much appreciated.

fina

P.S. I never knew PMS ran in men too. If I had, I wouldn't have been so disgruntled when males start having strange emotional-driven reactions to their surroundings. Now that I understand, it makes it easier to over-look such peculiar habits. Some people (like me) cry, some people throw tantrums. Who am I to judge?

P.P.S. I have been less and less motivated to update the blog. And I have fewer and fewer exciting things to update with. Somebody help my dry spell? =(

Another post during a HS 202 lecture.

I am NEVER going to raise my hand in lecture. Ever.

Naega Chingu: ParkMingSoo

PMS (oh, just an old friend of mine) acts just too funnily when it visits me. As some of you know, it's just so hilarious that it brings tears to my eyes. In this lovely month of January, it's visit seems to be lasting a little longer than usual. It's been three days so far, and I'm wondering how long more it'll stay.

On the first day of it's visit, I cried when watching So You Think You Can Dance. It was the finals, and they asked Twitch which his favourite choreography was. He replied saying it was the one dedicated to the choreographer's handicapped daughter, and they showed a little snippet of the beginning of the dance . And I cried like a baby. Especially since Mary Murphy was crying too.

Second day, I had cold dark chocolate after eating bibimbap. Felt too sick to last an MRT ride standing up, so I took a 1hr 45 minute bus ride so I could sit and sleep. I felt a lot better afterwards, but later on, while watching Chitchat of Beautiful Ladies, I cried again. I cannot for the life of me remember over what, or perhaps it was over a different show.

And today, I watched Let's Go Dream Team, where they went to Canada to compete with UBC's ice hockey players. I cried when they talked about the Vancouver Winter Olympics, and showed a Korean speed skater on screen.

I AM SO WEIRD!

Ah well.

Changing topics, I decided not to go swimming this morning. My cousin couldn't make it, and having slept at 2 playing with Lego, I felt too tired to leave the house. At least I'm going swimming tomorrow. Yay! And after that, night cycling!

This week has been so slack, but I'm worried about next week. Tutorials start, and I'm sure I'll have nothing constructive or even non-embarrassing to say in class. And there're still classes left to swap... Woe.

fina

We're in HS 202 lecture now. I am NEVER going to say anything in this lecture ever again.