What Happens To The World When Navjoth Singh Is Forced To Decide On Being Serious To An Extent That He Forgets How To Be Sarcastiscally Crappy.

alright, hm...went for orientation in sp. want me to describe the events like a typical girl? alright here goes ladies and gentlemen and children of all ages.

oh my god. today was like so great...first came to the convention centre and like it is so packed can? looked for my class and realised that there are more girls in my course than guys. hm like the ratio is 3:1. maybe it's because all the girls have an eye for a guy? (get it? get it? eye for a guy? optometry? eyes? for a guy? fine lar, don't laugh.) finally got into the convention centre seating area and it's like so cold can? sat next to this guy who was wearing jeans. i think he's name is nav or something. bloody idiot you know...crack stupid lame jokes...start telling me facts about the singapore poly...but he spotted the CLS logo in the new building. oh did i mention. i'm in class dopt/ft/1a/02...class number 2. 02. the oxygen class. we'll never die in there. we'll probably get high on the oxygen there...woo hoo. that bloody nav also in same class. hm, i think for my other class mates to find this blog on the net is to have as many keywords as possible. dopt put already...now put...singapore poly...ainah, don't care la...continue with my story...

then after all the talks got have to sing sp song...so cute...nav keep smiling to himself like one gong gong like that. then it's like nobody want to sing. so funny. but not bad la...then go through the cca's and all that. but first the hip hop dance was so nice. the girls can really move can. and the guys are also okay la...sorry la...i'm lesbian...i only notice girls. so i'll just talk about the girls like i'm a guy. thinking maybe joining the hip hop dance. can meet the girls haha. then can join the library club...so cute...can handle books...i love books can.

okay okay...i just realised that if i continue writing like this, everyone reading this including me will vomit their breakfast/brunch/lunch/linner/dinner/dupper/supper/midnight snack all over the keyboard. so i'll stop.

anyway, the people in my class are really great looking. they don't look like they'll just screw up the class anyhow. they look like an innocent decent bunch. let's hope they remain the same. or if they change halfway, then that's even better. wait...i dunno what i'm talking about. hm, but everyone's gonna change...and that should be the way...instead of staying quiet like a class of mouse for the entire semester/year...

hm, tomorrow's some SPICE training. what SPICE? it's kinda like weird...3 hours to teach us how to excess the SP student thingy...i already did some experimenting of my own...and found that my time table for my new week is like a belated april's fools day prank. 5 days...with the longest day being from 8am to 6 pm...wooo...enlightening...

hm...it;s okay...but the breaks are like 1 hour...at the most...hm...and i probably gonna lose my way tomorrow...where the hell is the bloody T326? hm...block 3, level 2...room 6?

hm, then there's flag day...which i'll probably write about in my next blog entry...seeing that this blog entry will probably make everyone doze off to sleep...and cause i can't really think well when i'm sleep-deprived...been visiting my ex workplace most of the week...but i don't think i'll be visiting any longer. seeing that i have such a beautiful time table. hm, anyone wanna accompany me to eat there...discounted price...hm...i know the five-letter word that will make people immediately rush to join me...ready for the word...you sure...don't hyper-ventilate...alright, got your oxygen-tanks ready with the mask around your mouth? good. the word is ....treat. oh, look what i did. 5% of you people just fainted.

Culda