Monday, July 16, 2007
This was a weekend of KTV, drinks with Dan & Sharon @ Punggol Park, whacking balls at the driving range, watching DVD, drinks with Jane & Tiger @ Mt Faber, all in no particular order. I think we did more than this but I absolutely cannot recall anything else at this moment. Can I please say not being able to smoke during KTV is sheer agony? But good thing was we got a big room & the aircon wasn’t too cold.
Finally the boys have realized that they are overspending. FINALLY. Now lets watch them boys DO something about it. No point saying so much & then the following week, they feel extravagant & start splurging AGAIN.
I’ve got so many things to do & I haven’t gotten down to doing them yet. Haix. My nails are long due for manicure amongst other things. Oh, and after moving in for so long, I haven’t really unpacked. Haha. But I shall try to do it soon.
The fact that we are going BKK is slowly but surely sinking in. It’s not that soon, neither is it that far away. I cannot wait. I need to get out of the country so bad!
Time is passing way too slowly today. It doesn’t help that I’ve got the sniffles. I think I need my bed. If I go home, I promise to do some unpacking.
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An American, a Japanese, and a Singh were sitting naked in the sauna. Suddenly there was a beeping sound. The American pressed his forearm and the beeping stopped. The others looked at him questioningly. "That's my pager," he said, "I have a microchip under the skin of my arm." A few minutes later a phone rang. The Japanese lifted his palm to his ear. When he finished he explained, "That's my mobile phone.I have a microchip in my hand. The Singh felt low-tech and inferior. He didn't know what to do to be as impressive as the American & the Japanese. He decided to take a break in the toilet. When he returned, he didn't realize that there was a piece of toilet paper got stuck and hanging from his ass. The others raised their eyebrows and said, "Wow! What's that?" Instead to be embarrassed, inspiration struck his mind. The Singh explained, "I'm getting a FAX."
Asphyxiated at at 11:05 AM
