Hey honeys. Today was superduperfun. Haha. Went to the MPCL to meet Pamella, to research for the ChemProj, which was totally fruitful because firstly the basketball court was just opposite the top level, and there were guys playing there. Woohoo! Sightseeing extravaganza! But anyway, that's beside the point, it was fruitful because I did all the work eh, Pam?

But anyway, I totally loathe cheap chocolate sauce. It's runny and it tastes awful. Today it ruined my shorts. And we had to go around the mall looking for the blasted toilet which was sooooo exclusive. Curse the chocolate!

Anyway, I have gotten a nicenice whack from the swinging 'doors' at the cold storage, if you'd call that doors at all. I was trying to look..elegant by pushing the door with all my might, and not counting on the fact that the doors would come swivelling back at a terrifying speed. So I attempted to stop the doors with my hand and here comes the whack. A nice, resounding whack. Thanksalot.

Cheerios peeps.

P.S. I'm questioning my national identity. However, I will never question two things: my sexual and spiritual identity. Ohgosh don't let the immigration people fire me and exile me from Singapore. But I wonder, with the olympics coming up, whether I will feel prouder if the Singapore flag is up or *another country's* flag is up. Just wondering.