Cheezels...

are not good for me, but I've been eating a fair bit of them thanks to SEAN ONG! who brings me junk food whenever he comes for parties. At least Andrew n Mei Yoke brought fruits to balance out (but I don't eat as much :P)

I am exercising my right to spread out my wave function - I am partially in Williamstown, MA 01267, and partially here taking my IB exams. Why don't you join me and slaver over pictures of Maple Festival and Stetson Hall, and help me decide which dorm I should hope to live in?

For those who have not yet heard, I had some minor consternation during my Maths exams, more due to not being as careful as I should be than anything else. This was more than made up for by very straightforward and familiar questions on my Chemistry paper and really beautiful extracts for the English commentary paper. Go look up 'Child and Insect' by Robert Druce (1980) and Dorothy L. Sayers' ' The Nine Tailors' (1982). I had read the latter, from which the prose passage was taken, but chose to write on the poem (along with the majority... *sigh*) because I saw more in themes, and also did not want to risk referring to material beyond the supplied text.

Those Cheezels made me thirsty! *Petulant pout* I'm off to have a drink. Oh, before I go, you know how we usually feel about the efficiency of services here? Well I have to say that Perodua's (or rather Autobinee's) service at their workshop in Tye Sin St. is bloody good. Had a problem with the Kelisa boot and it was fixed in maybe 10 minutes. Of course that just might reflect their experience with such problems, leading us to cry out allegations of shoddy manufacturing... but anyway I want my drink!