AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. computing pwned everyone. possibly because we were tested on things we weren't taught yet. graah.

on the bright side, brudder is now a metalmouth. conversation goes something like this.
me: "say 'ee'."
bro: "go 'way. i can't eat english food now. rare steak i hear you calling..."
-short pause-
"well, we could mash them."
"shut up."
"i mean, what about steak tartare? soft and non-chewy-ish."
"shut up."
"or we could have mashed potatoes. that fits the bill."
*thump*
"ow. or...wait for it...shepard's pie! two in one! bonus! owowow..."

heehee.

omg. i just got down to looking at the World of Warcraft screenshots (having given up on my midyears) and OMG they PWN j00r 455. +0+4||y. AAAAAAAAaa.

i think i'm in love.

WAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA! PWNAGE!!!!

i slapped my brother. he slammed the door. and windows. i suppose it was justifiable in a way. both ways. tell me, what do you do with recalcitrant little buggers who refuse to sleep? and believe in giggling as the main form of entertainment, along with randomly playing with the intercom and reading books?

then again, what right do i have?

hello world. am back from conquering ophir with battle scars. my blisters have blisters (apparently), and my muscles are attempting to put me through yoga, even though i don't want to. blister on arm and palm are related, thanks to a reflex action which sees me slamming my hand on hot oil that lands on my arm during camping before the ophir trip. so i go climbing mudhills with open wounds. unfun. but the actual climbing was quite fun, surprisingly. everyone was supremely uncomfortable, but happy nonetheless. unless you were sleeping next to my brothers, in which you risked a knee in the ribs somewhere around 2 am in the night if you were lucky. if not, you wouldn't sleep because they'd hog the sleeping bag we use for blankets, and this would probably spoil your whole morning. the situation was not helped either by the fact that little brothers are motormouths, and do not stop talking. ever. even when you're attempting to navigate a vertical cliff face and feeling like little bugs are stabbing you with knives, they persist in pretending to be stuck in a war zone. which is partly true. getting them to stop deserves a purple heart for compassion to fellow human beings.

ok screw this. the fact that i can sleep in a proper bed after 1 week means more to me right now. will continue later.

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goobyeworld. off to ophir. if i dont come back alive i've been sucked dry by leeches.

ahmagawd. just came back from count basie's orchestra. WHOOOO. funfunfunfunfun :D was really good. from the vocalist to the drummer. butch miles owns as a drummer, and james leary is an AMAZING bassist. great stuff.

ahh, preusem. its been one day and already i miss the group. after all the stuff we did, its hard to forget the bonds forged. i mean, i doubt any of us will forget vidhi's wonderful eccentricity and her "coy" rendition of "wo yao ni de ai", or mark's rendition of the same and his "little boy's" shampoo ad. or benjamin's pool jumping. or eddie's bridge. and peiling's laugh. how about our slo vladimir johannes ("djugashvili") cute indonesian accent that got better as the days went on (just like the food)? how about CHUBBY BUNNY!!! and our friendly neighbourhood murderer sudeshna with her mouth full of marshmallows. and pooja's multiple names and handphone conversations. viknesh's and ben's 69 enquiries. whee...it was just really really fun. just like the cheers. and staying up late on the last night, bribing the guards and watching the sketch show while playing bridge and chinese chess. priceless.

i also now know that speaking to xxx newspaper reporters is bloody hazardous for one's health. they will misquote you and get everything wrong while subverting objective reporting. gods, that was bad. though the presentation was fun :D all the innuendoes and mistaken identities..;p oh, and trying to avoid teachers on the last night puts you at risk for a heart attack from anything. and swearing was extremely excessive that night, i know.

maan. preusem. for all those involved, participants and slos and all those i know, i salute you.

i wondered where i could get a life. then i realised i didn't have time for it.

i think i took on too much. it's the problem of not just being a jack of all trades, but trying to be good at it with the problem of procrastination compounding the work.

3 weeks just doesn't seem enough.

bloody term exams.