i'm not really supposed to be here cause i'm supposed to be on a hiatus. but i guess i didn't actually state how long the hiatus would be, so yes, hiatus over. not much of a hiatus really. what was it, 2 days? well on the bright side, i actually abstained from blogging for 2 whole days. so that's not too bad.
i think
the past few days were, well what can i say? can't really describe how they are, cause it's just been emotions taking rollarcoaster rides and me trying not to show anything on the outside. so yeah. guess it's as usual, normal days.
i'm not one for blogging about what happened today, yesterday, the day before and all that kind of stuff. feel that it's just plain boring to list down whatever happened in a single day. can you imagine me making this kind of post?
"i ate roti prata today. then i went to have math. then after math i had chem. then after chem i had half an hour break. i slacked during the break. then had GP, then had history. then i went home on a bus. then i'm blogging about me blogging about me blogging about me blogging about today."
spastic right? of course, not offense to people who actually list down all the happenings of their day in a chronological order. you mastered your form of blogging, and i'll master mine. quite honestly, they are quite good at blogging in chronological order. i can't do that for nuts. must be all that history training that i got from my dear esteemed teacher Slim. as he always says, "narrate in your essays and you're gonna get L1. that's one mark. ROAR"
not fun. especially the roar.
what happened since i stopped blogging? hmm let's see. the oh-so-important Singapore versus Brazil match. first, i did not go to the National Stadium to watch it, cause your paying 60 dollars to watch your country lose. who in the world does that? unless of course you hate your country, which i obviously don't. HA.
but speaking of the National Stadium. wasn't it supposed to be closed already? if i remember correctly, the Straits Times and like half of Singapore paid a tribute to the stadium and the government said, "OK stadium your time is up. We're gonna wreck you with a big iron ball." then along comes Brazil and, as i had anticipated, the doors of the National Stadium are open again. why? cause Brazil is damn important.
please. they won by a mere 3 goals. Brazil. Soccer gods. we got freaking whacked by Uzbekistan 7-3 in the National Stadium, and people were expecting an emphatic scoreline of like 237 to nil when we fight Brazil. oh but i must inform everyone that i was not one of those idiotic people who were expecting a trashing. in fact sometimes i scare myself with my own predictions of soccer scores.
guess what. with all my infinite honesty, i assure you that i did in fact predict a 3-0 scoreline. so yes, if people want to make a quick buck by betting on soccer, come to me. i charge only 85% commission. no problem. very cheap.
no i'm joking. i'm against gambling. absolutely. seriously i am.
oh well. just the other day Zhen Rui and I were talking while walking towards our class bench. and as usual, we were talking about the stuff that we always talk about. soccer. so we were chatting about Fandi Ahmad and how damn good he is and how crappy our Singapore soccer team is now. then somehow we got to the topic of branded bags. perhaps a sudden inspiration from our dear omnipotent (in the area of money) friend Eliseus Lean. and for your info, Lean is pronounced as "Lian" and not, well, Lean, though i often succumb to irresistable temptation of calling him Lean. but i digress. yes, so what is the connection between Fandi Ahmad and branded bags? 1 word
Fendi.
only infinitely crappy people like Zhen Rui and I could have come up with such a crappy, but yet ingenious name. so we went on to talk about this new line of bags that we would be producing.
1) Prada - our brand will be called "Prata"
2) Fendi - our brand will be known as, well, "Fandi"
and guess what? all made in China, designed in China, copied in China for dirt cheap prices of $2.99 per bag and imported to all parts of the world (excluding hard to reach countries like Mugabe land [zimbabwe] and Malaysia), and sold for exhorbitant prices of $29.90 per bag, earning a revenue of 100% per bag!
ingenious!
and total bullshit.
anyway. i have come to realise that the much dreaded Promo exam in just round the corner. merely 7 weeks till Promos start. i'm actually supposed to be studying my ass off now, but i don't seem to be doing so. perhaps i need a wake up call. and i don't mean people calling me at 7am on a Saturday morning telling me to do my differentiation.
i will kill them
posted @ 7:34 PM |