Salty noodles.

Personal differences has led to my being slowly alienated from the activities of a particular society I’m in; alienation that I absolutely welcome.

The past week, though, has brought to light potential reasons to remain.

My disdain for stays in chalets (they’re these holiday bungalows, and the like) stems from the bad company. I loved this past one, though.

Bustling around with a box on my head, and a blanket tied round my neck, trying my very best to give a chair a lap-dance, whilst being absolutely sober.

Strawberry milk lends very little to inebriation, I realise.

Silly games and sillier pranks, and going to Chinatown for a karaoke session till three a.m. (and yes, I sang Sinatra and Buble and Madonna and Britney; there are videos), and just company of people I sadly refused to get to know due to aforementioned alienation.

Ice, ice baby, yeah. =)

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In other news, results for the past semester. I’m glad my loss of drive and focus didn’t translate to a regression in my grades. I’ve finally improved my GPA, though it’s still a shade below my goal.

Still, I’m am geeky-happy.

Posted on 16 September 2006,

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