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Thursday, June 12, 2008

Woke up at an unearthly hour (and thats 6 AM WTH!) just to get to mediacorp for some dumb interview
And guess what, the interview is in CHINESE! That's so not my kind of language. How the hell do you even try to speak it. And I'm not the only who feels this way yo! But I forced the words out anyway, for the benefit for the chinese - orientated homo sapiens that bothered to watch the show. Finished in like half an hour and they gave us a cake which looked suspiciously like a prop found behind the studios. Therefore didn't eat it and just stored in my fridge.
Met DUMB at compass around 330 when the sun was so bloody hot (Global Warming, amen). Went to dine at Swensens. And Chili Fish Pasta should be renamed Fish Chili Pasta (where was my chili on the fish as shown in the menu?! I didn't want it mixed with the pasta!). Never seen such a good propaganda picture since Humanities lessons. Started disturbing DUMB and I guess she got angry or pissed over it (By the way thats what I normally do when we are together, only that she show different reactions each time). I'M SORRY! Went home after the (GODDAMN!) sun begin to set and Singapore's ice-cubes ain't melting at such a fast rate that it could flood the whole fridge anymore.
Met HAO at 7 to go gym. But we gotta bring his bike who had its tyres punctured to RP ( Rivervale Plaza for god's sake! ) Well, the shop owner was a pretty mad uncle who has a receding hairline and seem to flare up once in a (few) while. Sounds crazy huh. Well HE IS!
(Think Scream : Bike Shop version)

We went to gym next and saw some buffed-up people lifting impossible amounts of weight and their faces were like, the feeling when you are having constipation(it was unintentional, as they were just expressing their agony) Had a great laugh working out and almost injured my Pectoralis Major muscle HA!

Went home after that, with HAO showing off his new tyres by cycling next to me up the slope.
And GO CROATIA! KICK SOME GERMAN BUTT!

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