Studying sucks. Attention span and confidence dwindling by the minute. The word going around is our necks are already halfway at the guillotine board. God bless us all.

Weather sucks. I'm sweating through my boxers. I'd kill for air-conditioning.

Werner's Oven was good. I missed the pork knuckles. Still a very good reason to travel all the way there for some crisp pink meat.

Phantom of The Opera was relatively overrated in my opinion. The miniscule standing ovation wasn't much less of a consolation. All I had were sore hands.

On that note, the event went quite smoothly, albeit I got an earful from turning up late from a misbegotten dinner break. But, I was glad I gave the occassion a highlight, although at the expense of my demise. Thanks very much, ladies.

I saw ET on TV today. And I thought of my late granny. (Not that the artificial midget resembled her, you idiot.) I used to remember going over to her 2nd storey shophouse flat at Joo Chiat to stay over during my primary school days for vacation. My mum would play that ET video (those VHS tape) for me and my brother, and that would just shut us up for 2 hours. I must have watched it more than ten times during my adolescent years. It's strange regardless of how nostalgic I felt when I saw it on TV just now, but I still couldn't really remember how the actual story went. It did struck a cord though when I heard that familiar phrase - "ET. Phone home."

I guess I just wanted to go home then. Ha.