ok im back. i shall blog sui sui ( nice nice) before my leave ends k.

im having leave now. yes, behold! from wed all the way to sun!

so im actually starting to plan a timetable for my leave. so that i can fully utilise this period of time and go out with many many ppl. book me fast! 1900-lai-siyan!

so many things to do, my to-do list is going to deplete much of my brainjuice. jus like hcheng's fats trying to engulf him. yes, engulf.

so now i shall be nice and entertain all of u by blogging nonsensical rants

( *juggle firesticks)

i suddenly realised dat im poor. yesh, poverty is kicking in.

no money= no entertainment= more stress= more pimple breakout= low confidence= dun dare to look up = wont take note of traffic lights= get into accident= high bills ( 11b visa!) = scarred face ( worst!) = comestic surgery = no 11b visa = money gone like flushing toilet = poorer = no entertainment = more stress = ... ...

see. vicious cycle of poverty. no wonder third world countries have higher death rate. haiz.

maybe i shall be more optimistic

no money= no entertainment= stay at home rot= watch tv and live off parents= less outdoor sun exposure = less sweat = less pimple breakout= more confidence= irony( more confidence but still stay at home)= go ntuc and window shop= kio cheap stuffs= saving money = win my mom ( shop and save advert - when it comes to saving, siyan knows best, not mom)= mom happy= father happy= sister happy= neighbours happy= more angpao money= more money!!

yay!! sucha far-fetch plan i would say. no choice.

anw. i think i told most ppl abt my recent encounter with a chinaman. he was at the atm machine there checking his balance. and being a chinaman, we cant blame him for leaving his card in the machine since he muz be late for his construction work. so he left with the balance enquiry slip. and went i move forward, the screen juz flashed somethin like ' any more other transaction to proceed?'.
so the devil took over me for ard 10 secs but was finally defeated by the holy angel with her unicorn ( juz like my blog display) and so i pressed 'no'. Instantaneously, a decent amount of good karma banked into my piggy bank ( juz nice, im standin beside an atm. ok dats not the point). which thus explain why whenever i go sun-tan, its always sunny and bright. hohoho.
i took his card ( which happens to have a small crack at the edge, maybe because he is so thrifty ( or selfish) dat he asked for a second-hand card which is like hmmm. 50cents cheaper?) and ran after him and tapped on his shoulder. he turned with a shock ( thought he kena caught for stealing toilet paper from public toilets) while i passed him his card with extreme gracefulness and clemency.
He was so delighted dat he knelt down and kissed my overpriced nike sneakers while thanking me in a ridiculously strong cheena accent which got onto my nerves. and of coz, being a saint i am, i refrained from slapping his mouth with a silverfish-infested dictionary and asking him to sstop speaking martian. i only elegantly replied ' no prob, juz be careful next time, u may rise now my lost sheep'. He refused to and still continues licking my unknown-brand ankle socks. i got no choice but to kick him away and asked him to leave, he resisted with his brute strength which he trained from snatching goods with aunties at warehouse sales. i got no choice but to use my jean grey's powers and send him crashin onto stacks of cupnoodles.

He left, crying and at a distant, i saw him stuffin a Super seafood cupnoodle into his torn pocket.

he muz be enjoying it now.