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In which truncate.
Monday, December 8, 2008
at 3:46 AM;

So Choon has been back for a while, and is feeling the effects of jet lag, which is causing him to wake up at 3AM in the morning.

But he is extremely tired now, and as such will sidle off to sleep.

Shall post on HNR outing and other such randomness in the morning.

Oh wait. It is morning.

Well, then. Later in the morning shall he post.

For now, ~~night~~ morning.

the rest is silence;

In which Choon is in da hood. Or hoodie. Or sweater. Whatever.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
at 8:13 AM;

Whee. I'm currently sitting in the Virgin Atlantic lounge, wearing my new white Life Is Good hoodie, slacking and blogging. Thank God my dad flies a lot for work, so he has the Singapore Airlines membership thingy. Though I feel quite uncomfortable being here, seems like everyone else is a rich @)&"?}*%.

In other news, we exchanged numbers. ACSI guy and I. Also exchanged numbers with a TPJC girl. Whee. Tour groups are fun, you get to meet new people.

Choon can't wait to get on the plane and fly back already. I hate planes.

FYI. Choon ees klawzthrowfobeek.

Ooh. I still have a jumbo bag of chips. Gotta finish them before I get on the plane. Well, I'll be back in Singapore in 24 hours.

This lounge has cool music. Like. French reggae jazz funk. At the same time. Wow.

the rest is silence;

In which zis post be truncate!!!111oneone
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
at 9:21 PM;

I am using the comp in the hotel lobby now. Therefore premature truncation is a very pertinent issue.

The keyboard sucks. Epically.

More Chinese food last night. Thank God, it wasn't bad. At least the soup wasn't a distant relative of mixed concrete, though I still have yet to taste anything besides MSG, salt and chicken stock in any of their soups. The vegetables weren't bad though.

Hmm. My posts are becoming similar to those seen on a food blog. This is bad.

I feel really weird posting out in the open here. It seems like everyone's looking over my shoulder. Argh.

The guide took us to some place where factory outlets apparently congregate, socialise, get together and have little factory outlet children. But I digress. Muchly. Anyway, I've bought Ronald the Gap hoodie he asked me to get, as for the rest of you, NOTHING. Muahahahaha.

Actually, I feel bad.

In other news, we went to one of the only two Ben&Jerry's factories! I bought two ice cream spoons/shovels, which came in handy when we stopped to buy Ben&Jerry's at a local supermarket for $5 for two pints. Amazingly cheap. Anyway, since I was only buying one, I went to share with another family, which paid for my ice cream and refused to accept my money. I feel really, really bad. Shall try to make it up to them some way.

Whee. Choon is not lucid at this point.

Alliteration; an artistic action, allowing aspiring authors abilities above average, also an altruistic...umm...autosave? Ah.

Anyway, abovementioned authoring ends now. Yes, I know that didn't alliterate. This didn't either. Whee.

the rest is silence;

In which the Purchasing Manager Index is drop six percent. Oneone.
Monday, December 1, 2008
at 8:42 PM;

Choon forgot to post last night. Therefore Choon is posting over breakfast.

Dad is throwing random terms like Purchasing Manager Index and Manufacturing Index and Concordance and Three Hundred Thousand Trapped In Thailand So How Is The Government Going To Repatriate (I don't think I spelt that right, but I have no means of checking that here, so who cares! XD) Them.

Hmm. My breakfast is getting cold. Ho noes. Shall eat first. Apologies if this post truncates here.

By the way, truncation is such a cool word. Whee. Okay, I'll go eat.

Ooh. There's diced mixed fruit, baked diced potatoes, scrambled egg, bacon (which OWNS by the way. Oneone.), a sausage and pancake. Oops. I meant pancaaaaake. Cause it's at the bottom of the plate.

And it's good stuff. Oneone.

Mmm. There's yoghurt. Yay! Strawberry. I like strawberry.

Gah. Dad's trying to drag me into a debate on How Stupid The Thai Protesters Are And How Cool And Smart He Is Because He Sees The Big Picture Oneone. Shall pretend to not hear him for the rest of breakfast. Make that a oneone. One.

Yay. I just got HP's message, telling me about Sentosa outing on Saturday. And asking me to be his partner. For interJC pickup, not for life, mind. Hold on while I reply.

Argh. Too much salt on my food. And I can't finish the pancaaaaake. Shall just eat the rest and enjoy my yoghurt.

Wheeeeee. Life is good. For the next ten seconds.

Okay, the yoghurt's gone. Life has descended to a state of semi-goodness.

We're leaving Canada today for the States. I shall miss the Coke here.

Okay, it seems I took too long to eat, so I shall truncate (yay that word!) this post. With a haiku. Oneone.

Blogging is quite fun
But premature truncation
Of posts is not so-

the rest is silence;