Stuff from Friday:

I finally went to get a proper belt, at John Little. The men's department was filled mostly with women.

At the Mandarin's lobby, some man was taking a picture. Notwithstanding the fact that it wasn't a very scenic place to take photographs, the photographer was facing a mirror, so he will be seen in the developed photo.

[Grafitti on the overhead bridge outside CHIJ St Theresa's] CHIJ sux! RGS rulz!

'Qoo' or the company that owns it, at least, is organising a national cheerleading and aerobics championship. Uh-oh. Associate Flesh Parades from all over Singapore?

New disgusting things: 'Holeman' a white (except for his face) Kenny [from South Park, which I do not watch] rip-off.

At night, I went to watch some ACJC drama, Cyrano de Bergerac, with Screwed Up Girl, Engineer and Adela. There were many totally unnecessary and out of place ACish dance sequences, complete with yelping and clapping. This is Drama, not the Dance Club!

There were also the usual fake accents, or rather stage accents. It'd be okay, but they frequently lapsed into their normal accents. And many of the actors spoke so fast. At least this was much better than the usual plays about teenage angst, which are infuriatingly common in Secondary Schools especially.

There were also quite a few girls dressed as men, and they -had- to choose the long haired ones. And the ushers were all female. Probably AC drama has too many girls.

Speculation on why why theatre is usually incomprehensible: It helps them to sell programmes!


This post is rather insipid and uninspired because I am still moping over what is to happen to me tomorrow. I don't even feel like griping about my parents' numerous superstitions. I could always gain 20KG though, to bring my BMI to 35.