Tralalalala...

Funny. I just realised that I have nothing to say. Totally. I'm wondering something.

"Lay your head on my pillow.
Here you can be yourself.
No one has to know what you are feeling.
No one, but me and you.

Your secrets are safe with me.
Just think of me as the pages in your diary..."

Has anybody ever felt like that around me? Have I been trustworthy enough that people actually think of me as the pages in their diary, so to speak?

Or have I been a bitchy piece of shit? Too talkative to be trusted? Too much of a blabbermouth perhaps? Too much of a gossipy bugger? Not enough of a listener? Un-serious person that I am.

Point of the matter. Do people trust me?

I'm bored.

Staring at all the people around isn't much fun. Sigh. I'm all alone. Stupid Kabby had to go off and do don't know what peer appraisal. Nad isn't in school. Azai is busy yodelling in the Forests of Mount Bukit Timah. Hehehehehehehe.

OOh. Nad did something 2 days ago. She was talking talking...and suddenly she went.. "BRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!" That, by the way, was a massive burp. Muahaha

And I got accused of drinking too much alcohol and erm, taking drugs. Why? Because when I came back after church choir on wednesday, apparently I was too stoned to remember to close the gate. Wahahahaha. My mum said she found the gate wide open, and the wooden door closed. Well, at least I locked the door didn't I?

Ooh, and apparently I also left the windows wide open, an invitation to rob, me mammy says. Ah well... Luckily nobody saw my house fit to be robbed. Argh. They wouldn't have found anything of great value anyway. Sheesh. It's not like I'm some son of a great millionaire.

The son of a preacher man. Wahahahaha. No, my Dad isn't a preacher. Far from it. If he's a preacher then I'm already in priesthood, converting people by the masses, which I'm not doing.

W00t. I watched Singapore Idol. Well, I'm talking about this only because I hear girls beside me babbling on about it. One of them was like, "OLINdA got in!! I really like her voice leh." Gee, like as though she really knows anything about voice. Ergh. Stupid woman.

But Jessae (whatever the spelling is) got in!! Muahaha. She's hot! And she can sing! WWWWW0000000T! I think I'm about to start supporting a very hot laydee...muahahaha. She must win! Show all Singapore that Michael-Buble-wannabe-lesbians don't rule the world. =P Tralalala.

Alamak. They are like so bimbotic. Chinese bimbos locked up with me in a room. The ultimate in worse case scenarios. I'd just die. They'd be like, "How come this door cannort open huh? Why got people lock it one huh? aiyah, cannot like that leh. wait tonight got my show how? I want to watch leh. Oi, you listening to me anot? So bad one you."

*shudders*

I'd die if that really happened.

You are... WAIT! - you're none of the Sins you're
an Angel!Perfect, or close enough, and annoyingly so! Did
you alwaysbehave so 'just right'. ARGHHH . You can annoy the
hell outtapeople with your attitude, but no doubt your church
is real happywith you. The positive side certainly outweighs the
negative,after all, you do chores, are smart, are cute, do
charity work.Least you know what a perfect saint you are. You
just make the restof us sinners vomit. Perhaps you could break the
rules once in a while, go wild - Eat an extra
cookie or something.However - congratulations on being the most pure,
of the entire human race.

?? Which Of The Seven Deadly Sins Are You ??

FINALLY!!!!

Omg. I've been searching for the lyrics to this damn song for so long and finally, I have found it!! Melvo triumphs!!!

用我的晚安陪你吃早餐
记得把想念存进扑满
我望着满天星在闪
听牛郎对织女说要勇敢
别怕我们在地球的两端
看我的问候骑着魔毯
飞用光速飞到你面前
要你能看到十字星有北极星作伴
少了我的手臂当枕头你习不习惯
你的望远镜望不到我北半球的孤单
太平洋的潮水跟着地球来回旋转
我会耐心地等随时欢迎你靠岸
少了我的怀抱当暖炉你习不习惯
e给你照片看不到我北半球的孤单
世界再大两颗真心就能互相取暖
想念不会偷懒我的梦通通给你保管

muahahaha.

Funny Bunny!

I can't believe this. The previous audition judge for TP Talentquest is arranging up another one of those singing competitions.

She caught me in the lift, and amazingly, she remembered me...that sweet woman. Wahaha.

Yeah well anyway, she was practically begging me to join that particular new singing competition. Lol. Amusing Amusing.

Yeah well... (funny how I keep starting paras with yeah well...) I don't know. It's on this saturday. Interesting. 28th August.

*Ponders*

Discovery discovery...

All is not what it seems.
What was once alone now is two.
Moon brings clarity.
Clarity brings startling sight.

All is not what it seems.
Deceptions are peeled back.
Layer by layer, they reveal.
Secrets are out in the open.

Fakey fake.

I just watched Stepford Wives. It's quite disturbing actually. Amusing but disturbing. Amubing. Ha! New word.

Yeah anyway... I won't tell the story I suppose, lazy to type. Suffice to say, sheesh, some men are just the biggest losers in the world!! I mean, if you don't like being subordinate, then go find another job where you can be the top. Duh!

The main point of this entry is, I learnt something from the movie. Gays have so much fun! I simply can't believe it. Coupled with Mardi Gras, it seems that being gay= being fun. Lol. What an equation.

Well anyway, I kinda thought that the gay character in the film was one of the funnest characters, along with that Bette Midler one.

They dress good, they look good, they say the smartest and funniest stuff, etc. So far, it seems that they are being depicted as characters who are liberated and have a fun life.

Of course, that could all be just Hollywood magic, but ah well... I actually think I'm jealous. Wahaha. Amusing thought, but disturbing all the same.

Amubing.

No I won't.

Lay your head on my pillow
Here you can be yourself
No one has to know what you are feeling
No one but me and you

I won't tell your secrets
Your secrets are safe with me
I will keep, your secrets
Just think of me as the pages in your diary

And only we know what is talked about
I'll be the loyalty you need, you can trust me.

Trust me.

Funny Bunny.

I know, that title keeps cropping up. But hell. I like those 2 words when they're put right next to each other. Hehe.

Yeah well. Here's something that's a little funny bunny to me. Y'noe how you surf around other people's blogs, and then you see little, or something, lengthy prayers posted.

Ever stop to wonder, does God own a computer?

I'm not trying to blaspheme or anything, and I'm certainly not laughing at those who post prayers.

I'm just wondering, when they post prayers, do they ever think something like, "I hope that He comes to read my blog soon and answer my prayer!!!"

Funny Bunny ain't it?

Total Overload.

My mum went bonkers. She came upstairs after opening the letter box downstairs. She stomped right into my room and yelled...

"MELVYN!!! YOUR PHONE BILL IS VERY HIGH THIS MONTH YOU KNOW A NOT??!!!!"

At this point in time, my heart stopped, thinking I shot up to like 300 buckeroos or something like that.

Then she said the magic words.

"IT'S 45 DOLLARS!!"

*dies*

You're Most Like The Season Summer ...
Whoa.... Passionate eh ?? Typically you're a fiery,
zesty dominant person. As the hottest season,
you certainly ooze Sex appeal. You have
confidence which draws people to you, and you
have the makings of a good leader.However sometimes your exterior is stronger then
you are and so you scare people off before they
can get close.
Well done... You're the most memorable of seasons
:)

?? Which Season Are You ??

?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
brought to you by

Sweet Revenge.

Muahaha. I just found out that Li Jia Wei is going to face the asshole who booted Zhang Xue Ling out. And that North Korean woman is world number 40. I think Singapore is guaranteed a medal.

Come to think of it, if Zhang had won, it would have meant that both Singaporean girls would have played each other for a place in the finals. This would mean one guaranteed medal for the winner, and one possible bronze for the loser. Argh.

The match is tomorrow at 4pm I think. Or maybe 4am. I can't remember what I heard. Funny, and I just heard it a few moments ago on the radio.

Realm Of Stupidity
I think I need to book a place there. Today, I was supposed to have LComm class at 2pm. While I was at home, I read my timetable wrongly, thinking that I was supposed to be in class at 1pm. So, at 1230, I hurriedly left home, thinking I was in deep shit. So, I TOOK A CAB!!!!! I can't believe it! I wasted so much money!!

I can't believe how dumb I was. I only realised that class wasn't starting at 1, when I logged on to www.tp.edu.sg, and then saw my timetable clearly stating, LCOMM-- 2pm.

(I'll take a leaf out of Ju's books) *Dies*

She won!!!!

Staying up tonight was totally worth it. I got to watch Singapore play table tennis!!!

Zhang Xue Ling(Sin) v. Park Myang Hin (PRK)

This match was exciting to me. There was great play from Zhang! I mean, yeah, her playing was patchy here and there, but then she fought a valiant fight, coming back from what, 2-0 down to lose 4-2?

It was only the taster of things to come.

Li Jia Wei(Sin) v. Wang Nan(Chi)

Now this was the surprising match. Either Li played so well or Wang wasn't concentrating. I mean, it was a total victory of 4-1. And Li was leading 7-0 at least twice! Wang totally wasn't in the mood for playing today. I mean, she made so many mistakes, and allowed Li to gain many, many points.

For sure, she made a hard fight gaining that one game point, but it certainly wasn't enough!!


Funnily enough, she made me want to join the table tennis association and start learning. *Ponders*

Should I?

Alien Vs Predator [2004] 1 SLR 450

Fine. So maybe there isn't such a legal case. Lol. Can you imagine the legal proceedings?

Lawyer: "I put it to you, that you impaled the brother of the plaintiff with your tail!"

Alien: "HHHHHHHHHIIIIISSSSSS!!!!" *Uses mouth inside mouth to eat the lawyer*

*Everyone cheers*

lol.

Anyway, the movie itself was AWESOME!!! Kay and Azi, I think you guys really wasted a chance to watch the best action movie yet. I mean, the fight scenes, were great!!

Sure, there were some cheesy parts, but hey?! Cheesy parts are almost a prerequisite now a days, so really, you can't blame the idiot who directs right?

And sure, maybe the plot is paper thin, but hell, who goes to watch a grand excuse for a great fight for the plot? You go there to watch for the blood! The gore! The awesome (funny, used this word twice!) scratching and the fucking scary aliens coming out of absolutely nowhere!! Aaah!!

Argh. I wanna be one of the two monsters!!

Heck, I wanna be both. Predalien. Rocks my ass! Fine. So maybe no one but me will understand what a Predalien is. Who cares?

Maybe I should watch it again. This time, at the BACK of the cinema. Instead of at the second row at the front. Haha.

Big headache coming on.

Worth the money though.

Susilo R.

Poor chap. Lost 15-10, 15-1 to the stupid Thai player. Idiot.

I mean, his country after all already has 1 or 2 gold medals, why don't lose to Singapore and let us have a shot at that elusive medal? Let a fellow ASEAN share in the glory also right? Stupid, selfish, egoistic, Thais.

Hehe. Or maybe I'm just being stupid.

Inneresting...

"...Mothers weep, children sleep
So much violence ends in silence
It's a shame there's no one 2 blame
For all the pain that life brings..."

I was just listening to this song. Bloody good lyrics I think. Yeah well, it's classic Jewel anyway. Hmm. I was just wondering then...

Is there really anything one person can do to stop all this? I see people everywhere talking about world peace (yeah right?) and others blaming others for the troubles that have come.

What then, can I do to make things better? Become the president of a huge nation and proclaim a stop to all wars? Yeah, and then the people would depose me and install in my place a new President 6 years after my term.

What I'm trying to say is, can anything one person do ever last forever? We're only human. And humans forget. They twist, they invent, they lie. What seems as a glorious vision one day turns into a prohecy of doom the next by cleverly twisting around a few words here and there.

It's like a storybook I read. What was once a Land of beauty, love and peace, got turned and twisted by an evil mind. Its people grew to believe (thru' the propaganda of the evil mind) that they were there as a punishment, and that the Land was Hell.

You see how easy it is to change people's mindsets? While all the good in this world may fight, just mere words turn all their hard work into dust and ashes.

It's a wonder how people continue to valiantly struggle.

There ain't nothing I won't do.

Dreams, are just dreams
When it's dark inside your head
And all it takes
Is a little help from you.

You know it's true that dreams
Are for real
When you see what I see
And you feel it's true

We took the longest road just to make it harder
Let's do it all again it only makes us stronger

Dreams, I guess we're just made of dreams
Nothing else matters as long as we believe
I'm looking at you
And I see my life
Passing before my eyes
And when the journey's over
And all my dreams come true
I dream of you...

What do you see?
When you look inside your heart
A little thought
Can walk a thousand miles
And change your life
When dreams lead the way
The impossible is suddenly in sight

Every step you take just brings it all together
You gotta keep the faith when all seems lost forever

You're the one
That keeps my hope alive
My vision clear
I'll spend my life with you
Conquer fear
We'll make it throug

Quickie.

Just a quick note here. I'm so happy for you Dhanya!!! You silly woman!! Hahaha, read your blog, and I was like, wah, your parents so good hor?

I think if I had such stuff, I'd be in for an interrogation ah!!

=)

Contract Contract Contract. (Think Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps!)

De Francesco v Barnum [1890] 45 ChD 430

This case shows exactly what a beneficial contract of service is like. The parties to this case are...

(a) George Giuseppe de Francesco, a teacher of stage dancing. The plaintiff.

(b) Phineas T. Barnum, Elizabeth Parnell, widow, Ada and Helen Maude Parnell, infants.

1. It shows that in such a contract, there is evidence of a teacher-student relationship. In the contract between de Francesco and the infants, it states "that in pursuance of the said agreement in this behalf the said apprentice, by and with the consent of the parent, doth put herself apprentice to the said Giuseppe Venuto De Francesco to learn his art..."

2. It shows clearly, the terms of education or training. It stated clearly that the apprentice would learn the teacher's art. De Francesco agrees that he would instruct the apprentice in what are described as "the higher branches of the choreographic art," which was understood to be dancing.

Now, doesn't this clearly show the terms of the training that the infant would receive?

Because of these, and more, this clearly makes the contract a contract of beneficial service.

Great Night

We celebrated Kit's belated birthday on Saturday. Shao, Lionel, Kit, Na, Kish, Daph and Me. Oh, and later on, Darius too.

I think there was something pretty dumb that was done. We ate at feather's and fins at Hotel Meridien at Orchard. Sheesh, the portions were so small! I was left still hungry after the stupid Chicken Ooh La La I ate. I know. Dumb name for a dish, but hey, it seemed pretty edible to me, despite the stupid name. Had a laugh ordering that dish. Kish didn't help, sniggering away like he had fits.

Yeah well, then we went on to Clarke Quay to let Kit and Kish waste $25 on the Reverse Bungee Jump Machine Thingy. Yeah well, they sure enjoyed themselves though. Kish's "OOoOOHHH MYYY GOOOODDDD!!!" was clearly audible, as was Kit's screams of terror. Hmm, moment of enlightenment too, when Kish finally saw how he gesticulates normally. Kinda like Kumar hor? Muahaha.

Then, came boat quay. Quite the funny place to go to. Drank some drinks, and got stoned. Ha. Pathetic me. When I mean stoned, I mean that I couldn't think. Numbers just didn't seem to add up properly.

"Fetch" was the word of the night. At least, while Kish and I were arguing on the way back home. I know, a la Mean Girls right? But hey, as long as I liked it..who cares right?

Perfect way to cap off the enjoyable day/night... arguing about Kish's non-existent biceps.

Strangeness

Isn't it strange? You spend all your waking moments with someone (well, almost all anyway), and then you just want to spend even more time with that same someone. When anything happens, the first person you want to inform is that same someone.

When you're happy, sad, angry, just any shit that you feel, you feel that sharing it with that someone is best.

You seek comfort, seek fun, seek seriousness, seek everything, with that someone.

You don't feel bored seeing that person everyday. You don't feel bored just talking to that someone. Even in silence, you feel it's perfectly all right. You feel that words aren't always needed. You feel that sometimes, just silence is the perfect thing.

Strange, isn't it?

Help.

Nad, you're not the only school loving, campus loyal person around.

There's me.

Unfortunately, I have been spending my entire blardy week in school. Sheesh. It's been Contract Law Project non-stop. Bloody fun isn't it? Coming back to school every single day, agonizing (well, not anymore..) over a bloody fictitious problem that nobody cares about. Well, nobody apart from the 100 students in Law.

Ergh. It seems the spectre of my stupid elder brother will never go away. Now that he's in the army, my parents keep on saying things like, "you better prepare yourself ah.." blah. blah. blah. I will be prepared when the time comes, but noo...they are disbelieving. They look at me and say I'm going to die. Why? Because I'm skinny. Sheesh. I'm working on that already!!

And my dad. The idiot. He dropped a steamer on my mum's arm, and it hurt her like hell, she being the weak woman and all. He blew things up, and made me get her medicine when really, she didn't need it.

Predictably, I knew better and moved sluggishly, and couldn't find the medicine. Then my dad came out from the kitchen, and when I said I couldn't find it, he was like, "See? This is why I say you're arrogant!! If your mother really needed the medicine, she would have died waiting for you!!"

Now that was totally unfair. Which might explain why I went into the kitchen and said to my mum,"Do you need your medicine? I brought it here in case you might die." Oh, Dad was right beside her of course.

Fuck. I was so angry with him. Still am angry with him. I don't know why he keeps saying I am arrogant. Do my actions really depict me as arrogant? All I'm doing is using my logic and common sense. Why get the ubat for my mum when really, she doesn't need it? Why do what is unecessary? Why say foolish things and blame your son when there really is nothing wrong?

Maybe I understand now, why my elder brother always gets so angry with my Dad. But sometimes, my brother is clearly wrong. In this case, I am not. But noo, I must be scolded for being arrogant enough not to find my mum the medicine she doesn't need.

He (the gormless parent) also claimed a day earlier, that he had never called me complacent or arrogant before. Bitch.

Which brings me to another point. AM I ALL THAT COMPLACENT? Why is it everytime I try to do something, it never pleases him enough? There's always something he will want more. Like a 101% out of a 100%. Nothing I say or do every pleases him.

Third point. He says that I think I'm too smart? ME? THINK I'M TOO SMART? Yeah well, I don't think so, daddy-o. If I thought I was too smart, I wouldn't have bothered to help you spell a fucking sms would I? "how do you spell M-A-R-I-L-Y-N? how do you spell P-A-T-I-E-N-T?" Better yet, "how do you compose this sms so it's grammatically right?" Bloody fucker.

I hope he also hasn't forgotten the number of letters and speeches I've re-written out of his pathetically scripted drafts.

;avvgrvgrbhenhil;sdbtrhsbklio;adfjkdhlnadbtrhnhladbthlnhabrhznhjnhzdklrghukzh!!!!!!

The Bible always told me to Honour my parents. The Bible also told the parents not to make life difficult for the kid. Jesus/God is always fair. If you want the honour, don't make life difficult!! Sheesh, is that so tough for you? And there you go always asking me why I come back so late.

Here's the reason: So I wouldn't have to see your stupid face and listen to your stupid commands, asshole.

Boring Boring

I just watched a portion of Singapore Idol. The whole thing smacked of one word.

CHEAP

It looked as if they didn't put heart and soul into the whole production. The moment the fella who commentated on Wild Wild World came on to comment on Singapore Idol, I knew it was going to go down the drain.

Gurmit, as a host, didn't even inject excitement into the show!! Unlike Ryan Seacrest, host of a similar but wildly successful show, he just didn't have the X Factor dear Ken Lim the judge was looking for in his contestants. He was totally flat, boring, and unemotional.

As for the judges, they looked sleepy and bored. How do you expect the audience to be anything else but sleepy and bored as well?

I don't know, I'm hoping that the later episodes will improve. But then again, knowing Mediacorp, it's unlikely.

A leopard NEVER changes its spots.

I'm All Right Again

Finally, after the ordeal of 2 bloody days, I am fine!!

I was hit worst on saturday night. As Nad, Azi, Kay and Suk can attest to, I was too damn cold in spite of only a light breeze blowing.

And when I got into my parents car, the first thing I did was to pull on TWO jackets over myself, and continue to shiver. That's when my mum got scared, and turned off the air-con and opened the windows.

I shivered all the way home.

Later on, during the night, I discovered I was too cold to sleep. However, my mum realised I was becoming too hot. 39.5 degrees as I recall it. Not exactly the most favourable of temperatures. She started putting cold and wet towels (read: uncomfortable) on my forehead, making me drink gallons of water, and placing an ice pack on my back. I nearly screamed I think.

Morning came, and my mum told me I fell unconscious, or fell asleep halfway, and started becoming delirious. I was basically talking to myself. "murmur....moooaaan" I think she thought I was going to die.

She practically pulled me to the doctor. She had to. I could barely walk. Legs weak, head spinning. Totally unable to function properly.

I received a too painful jab in the ass. The idiot doctor kept saying "Relax relax!" Well screw her, how the hell do you expect me to relax when I'm butt naked and shivering in the cold AND anticipating a sharp needle in the cheek? Bitch. Lol.

That took care of the fever. What the idiot doctor didn't know was that I was allergic to the medication she injected. So yeah. Within hours, my eye started swelling up. Parents got scared, and bundled me off to see another doctor.

Now the second doctor, he seriously said, "You're lucky you came early, if you took your time, other parts of your body would have swollen up too. Your lungs especially. And your vocal cords too. Then you wouldn't be able to breath. And it would probably be fatal."

PROBABLY FATAL?? Heck, it's TOTALLY FATAL if you ask me. Sheesh, talk about being overly optimistic.

Yeah well, he prescribed me 10 tablets which I had to take at one go. Then he was like, "stay in the vicinity for about half an hour. If nothing else swells, you may go" And leave I did.

So here I am, typing this blog entry with a lucid mind.

I'm healthy again.

Something Something.

Tralala. It's been 7 months since anything of that sort happened. Am I itching again? Haha. Funnily enough, I've been pretty flat. Funny word to use, but hey, it's the best I can make do with right now.

I don't know. Sometimes, it's all I can do to just let it itch. The Seven Year Itch. The Seven Month Itch? Haha.

Again, I've been "hahaing" too many times. sheesh. Heck. I don't know. Actually I don't have anything to say. Just feel like blogging without having anything to blog about? Is that inherently possible?

Isn't it like eating but there's no food in front of you?

Or using the computer without using the computer?

Sometimes you just wanna say something, but you realise that you've got nothing to say. But yet deep down inside, something is nagging at you. Something wants to be expressed in words. But when you look in yourself, you find that you don't know what you want expressed. You find that you see nothing where there is something there.

Is that a void then? Down inside your spirit, do you see a void in yourself? Do you feel that there's nothing where there really should exist something?

Perhaps it's not a void. Perhaps really, what you see is a shadow, a blot of darkness that reaches out with its tendrils to ensnare more of the light.

You question, why is there a shadow there?

To quote a certain person, could it be that "you have a dark side"?

Get outta ma way!!

I know this might be coming a little too late. But I believe I'm about to start splurging on myself.

Resolution 1: To buy as many pieces of clothing as possible.

Resolution 2: To save enough money to buy aforesaid (Imagine miss lim going PLAIN ENGLISH!!) pieces of clothing.

Now that he's out of the way, it's time for me to have an identity. I think I've been hanging around in the background too long.

It was like what I told kish the other day. Stuff he buys, I'm careful not to buy similar ones. Meaning I normally don't buy a thing, considering as he buys everything. But then, now that he's not around, I can buy things, and I can say that I'm not copying him.

I know. I live by his rules. Heck, in a certain sense, my life kinda revolves around him. Funny how I term it that way only now, after so long.

But anyway. Yes. It's time for me to start buying, buying, buying.

Funny Quiz.

He's Gone.

He's gone! He's gone forevermore!! Well, not forever anyway.

He left this morning, and there was a last exchange of words between us. A simple "bye." I suppose all this business about disappearing into the forest for a few weeks or so finally made him come to his senses and realise that actually, he has two brothers.

He'll be back though.

Song-o-sexual.

Cruddy muddy night. My eyes are burning, but here I am trying to do my crappy opinion lab 4 thingy. I've got me azai looking through it for me, so I hope it's all right. Unless of course it's that bad she has to make me rewrite the whole thing from scratch. Then I think I'd kill myself.

"With each word...your tenderness grows...
tearing my fears apart...
and that laugh, that wrinkles your nose...
it touches my foolish heart..."

"oh, lovely...don't you ever change
keep that breathless charm
won't you please arrange it.
cos I love...you.
just the way you look tonight..."

Tralala...such the romantic song. Shit. I think I love it. Muahaha. I'm in love with a song. That's neither heterosexual, nor homosexual. It's songosexual. That's right.

Song-O-Sexual.

Funny duddy.

I think I'm supposed to be studying. Funnily enough, I'm not. Instead, I decided I wanted to see magazines which my friend has.

Better yet, he wanted to discuss underwear. Over coffee. When he's free. Lol. The nutter. Ah well.

My textbook is in school, and I'm at home. And I'm not going down. Maybe I should get someone to blog all those Accounting assumptions thingys... Then I can read the blog and not have to go to school.

Kill a couple of birds with a stone.