Well! I received a call from Ah Lau! It’s been ages since I last talked to him, and I’m not exaggerating this time! Like, the last time I spoke to him was… thinks for ages See, it was so long ago that I don’t even remember! I usually remember things like that cos I have an elephant’s memory (and as some may snidely whisper, an elephant’s ass).

thinks again

Gee, it was very nice of him to call. I feel humbled by his niceness. He took the trouble to call. Admittedly, it was because he found my name in his phone book, but he called nevertheless!

still amazed

I also feel humbled because he says he owns his own workshop now. Owns one, mind you, not works in one like he used to do. Amazing.

Lotsa amazing things today. Well, not really, but that one thing was amazing even enough.

And another thing! I can’t imagine why I didn’t remember it when it happened on the day we were lining up to get numbers to line up and I was looking for something, anything to entertain me. I found it, and I can’t understand why I’ve forgotten it until now.

It was this – there was this girl, right, and she was wearing those low-rise jeans that that bitch Britney popularized. I usually don’t care about those jeans, but this stupid Ah Lian china doll should’ve bought a pair that bloody fit her. As if it wasn’t enough that the jeans were tight enough to cut off her circulation (and, ewwwwww, all that skin was spilling over the waistband. Ewwwwwwwwww), they were so low that I could have identified the brand of her panties if I bothered looking closely enough. But I didn’t, because I didn’t want to risk blindness. Oh, the horror.

Stupid people who think they can carry off things like that.

23 October 2002 9:11 a.m.
WHOA!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERYL!!!

What a rip off. I downloaded two Outkast videos yesterday and neither of them can be played. This is so shitty. And to think that I spent all that time too. Not that it took that long, but it was a waste of that time.

On the bright side, I got my elective course on the first try. On the other hand, the Creative Writing class might be so unknown (read: unpopular and intimidating) that people may actually have not registered for it. On the other hand, there is always the possibility that my seniors have decided to go for it as a last ditch resort.

It’s kind of weird that they had our session before the seniors. Anyone would think that they would get a higher priority. I thought I was desperate when I went to line up at 10 a.m. for the 3 p.m. ticket handing out session, but they were there at 7 a.m. yesterday when I messaged them. Hopefully they get what they want. I wanted to register for a language class at first, but I would have needed to rush over to the class, and I love rushing, don’t I?

As a matter of fact, I and Ha arrived just in time to be called for our registration session yesterday. Talk about cutting it a bit too fine. But it all worked out in the end. Happy happy joy joy and all that. Though I don’t think she’s too happy with having to attend some cultural dialogue thing. It could be great for all we know. There might be exchange trips she gets to attend, all in the name of cross-cultural understanding, and then she might get to meet a cute boy, and he thinks she’s cute and they… but I’m getting ahead of myself here. Nevermind.

It’s hazy and rainy. How crappy can it get?

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