haven't blogged in a while, but theres much to write now. granted its much ado about nothing, but isn't that the case usually? much ado about nothing.

isaac called me last night and asked where was nice to chill out and i said 'hey why not go to ice cold beer' and he say 'hey why not?' so i assumed he went there and when i reached to meet them there i saw them sitting outside ice cold beer on the curbside squatting and when i suggested ice cold beer well i didn't quite mean it that way and thats about the 2nd most hilarious occurance last night, 2nd of course to the events that proceeded it at Rouge (ex-milieu). but before i proceed, let me justify our actions to subvert unneccessary embarrasment on our part.

'the plan', as all plans teenagers concoct, failed to fall through due to some parties falling out (i.e. Weims & gang) or some other reasons which in this case, don't apply. so planless and out about town with too much time and too little to do, our original intention of going to zouk having been axed, we really were at a loss. if you're familiar with your orchard geography, then you'll know that ice cold beer is near Rouge! which is how we ended up there. it sounded good enough- $8 entry with one free drink. who's to complain? the catch- of course theres a catch!- is that it was a NUS engine fac bash!

inside they were all crowded on the dance floor doing NUS chant and cheers, which is horrifying enough, but afterwhich they obediently sat on the dance floor to watch those retrospective videos school-spirited people are so fond of with the obligatory songs from rock pop-dom (i fail to recall the exact songs). horror of horrors, but no, it doesn't end there. when the music does start and they start dancing, well, i shan't be scathing but let me quote isaac- "I've never seen so many bad dancers in one place. Lennard, they're even worse than you when you first started!", and for those who know of my embarrasing early dance floor fiascos, well, this time, it was even worse.

as of late, i've been feeling kinda under the weather what with a cough and blocked nose and itchy eyes and today i went to see the doc and its a bit disturbing that the medicine he gave he came with large stickers on the box saying- 'Caution! Poison!'. sure if i'm 6 feet under i doubt i'd have cough or running nose or itchy eye but then being 6 feet under opens up a whole new can of worms, doesn't it? so if you see my pretty mug in the obits any time soon, well, you know what happened.

unless of course, i die during NDP, which is tomorrow and im so excited that it'll be over that i may just lose control over my bladder, but it also puts me in fear of a terrorist attack! if they bomb the place, i hope its not when i'm doing my segment. soon it'll oh so over and i'll be oh so happy and then maybe i'll stop complaining so much about NS.

and this is for the army guys- i found a shop that sold bars of prickly heat soap! can you imagine? i bought a bar and i'll get back to you if it still gives the same tingly sensation. ah. prickyl heat power. air-con in a metal tin, its heaven i tell you!