Cogito ergo sum, belbel. I think therefore I am. (Hence it obviously doesn't apply to you.) And Mary let's not be linguistically correct. As true blue singaporeans, we shall proceed to abuse as many languages in as many ways possible worx worxx worxxx. Anyway is 'ergo cogito dim sum' even grammatically correct. Who knows how languages work when ceteris isn't held paribus, I say.

Now that promo results are out, let's go emo, I say happily. If your mom screams at you (like mine did yesterday), I will send Hairspray songs to cheer you up. Or, in lickie peh's case, to annoy her. Which is an admittedly tantalizing prospect considering how the monkey tries repeatedly to do weird things with my shoelaces during econs.

(We all know that she just misses her horse whip.)

Construction's going on in the distance. All those cranes are totally destroying the skyline what skyline by poking out at weird angles. No aesthetic sense at all, tsk.

My posts are getting very trivial. Let's talk about deep things.

Like why is the maximum depth of swimming pools about 1.8m, I say. I mean considering the disgustingly ineffective power of gravity when we're in the water, even the tallest person can just bend his/her legs and feel no different. A depth of 1.8 meter just helps the drowning rate and annoy me greatly when I want my feet to touch the ground so I don't have to float. Not that I swim nowadays, cause I don't really want to go anywhere near the pool before I get a freaking one-piece, but still. Pokes swimming pool with a toe. I bet it was designed by some testosterone filled 1.9m tall guy who just wanted to lord his height over pipsqueaks like melmel. *looks around wildly*

I am bored. Can you tell?

Lichen was reightarded