I woke up in the morning and I got a shock: I nearly forgot about going to the SP Open House today. I still had 15 minutes, so I rushed a lot of things, but ended up 5 minutes late anyway. I had breakfast there.
The Open House was ok... Got a lot of brochures, went for a Business tour, and did this personality test. It was all in all quite accurate.
We stopped for lunch, and missed the chance to see Taufik. But I got to catch a glimpse of the Singapore Idol as he left in his van.
Whatever, because then I lost my right eye. I mean the contact lense. I went home, and got a nap, and then I put on glasses and went off for Tanglin Mall.
Hell, I don't even know where it is. I ended up taking a cab from Orchard MRT station. When I got there, the booths were small squares for the people to lay down all your stuff.
I got a lot of stuff there. I got two books, a couple of mini looney tunes ceramic mugs, a "message in a test-tube" from our stall, a decorative horse figurine, and a Jacky Cheung "CD".
Focus on the inverted commas I put beside the "CD". Because if there was one I think I learnt from this whole flea market trip, was that you must always check what you're buying. Even if it was
insanely cheap. When I came back, I found out that I had paid a dollar for a CD case and the lyrics of that album.
I came back via guidance from a classmate, and got down at a stop outside Clementi MRT Station, and took the MRT home.
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Look, if you happen to read this, I hope you know it's addressed to you. First option possibility: 30%, second possibility: 0%. Which makes it that even if you're reading this aloud to your relatives you wouldn't know I'm talking about you.
But if somebody else who knows the both of us reads this, there's a, I don't know, 40% probability that the person would know, and then a 60% possibility that that person would tell you about this. After which there's a 35% possibility that you would confront me about it. And then there would be a 0% possibility that I would take your shit. Which makes it that I don't f-king care what you think. Get it?
Ok, enough of the crap.
And one other thing I've had enough of is your sick, subtle stabbing. You don't tell me what to do. Especially not when I come back from a two day injury leave and I know absolutely nothing about what's going on, and who's doing what.
And please, please don't blatantly do what you tell me not to. And stop using me whenever you wish to make a sarcastic remark. That's not rude, that's not backstabbing. It's swinging a chainsaw across my spine while you give me the finger. So please.
Ok, now that I've gotten this out of my system.
Ah, the relief.