confessions

I. H3 test yesterday was gay motherfucking hard. ok, 60% of the questions were nonsense freefrag, but the 40% of explanations really quite hards to determine whether u hit the sweet spott. i really hope i provided top quality explanations and elaborations and i hope my beautiful game trees and sophisticated boxes help me through well.

how come everyone who came out from the room said it was too simple?

gays.

then i went home. before i went home i had ciken lice. wich is good. and then i went to takes a napp because i have been totally spent after h3 teste even though it was not too difficult. maybe its because of the pressure the hwachongays gave. they exude this kinda horny confidence and they emit vibes when they write. actually its more because this gay was just writing damn hard and shaking the bloody table we were sharing. or the ac gays who happily stroll out at the 1hr45 mark. actually most people around me were done by then, but we jsut staked the time out. humji. comeon, itz h3 aftall.

so my mugging was quite useful as i whipped the pmix and the equilibrium payoffs. hehe.

II. Dinner with Aaaaron, Zhenan, Jordan, Hongjiang

some sort of guys outing but yep, i didnt know our class had so few guys. actually i wanted to stay at home and surf porn and sleep, but i thought aaron would be depressed over the Friday Incident so i dragged my dick to bugis.

anyway, the food SUCKS! bloody hell, for a start the whole experience was revolting. once u go down the stairs, the stench of thawed rotting meat just hits u hard like a hard gay. the smell dint go away even after we wandered around bugis junction forabit.

the service sucks. typical of prcs, they just hump and dump the stuff around like nobody's business, with no respeckt for their patrons. maybe its the chinaman way. maybe its the way maozedong taught them to behave. well, confucius talked about li, but hey, mao zedong was about the cultural revolution. i see they just retained all the screwed up bits.

cleanliness was an issue. the whole place seemed mucky and the food was like seething in icy water, which is bad for the food. u see, if prawns are soaked in this water, they turn gay and soggy and limp. they didnt even bother with a strainer to remove the water. stupid shits. and the cutlery and crockery have this dirty glean on them.

talking about crockery, true to the prc way, they steal plates. u know there were some kopitiam plates still with the 'kopitiam' blazon on. hmm, i guess old habits die hard, after coming to singapore they still want to nick one or two things.

the only things pleasant about last night were the company and the spiral staircase. the company was good. the people were fun people who were fun to talk to. the spiral staircase was right in front of me and i could upskirt people. hehe. its true. except that most of the time only males descended the stairs, and most females actually wore shorts or pushed their skirts or wadeva communist clothing together. hawt.

III. Im a pervert

heehee. everytime i see girls i mentally undress them and imagine them in the various compromising positions doing various compromising things that i think are most suitable for them. i imagine them naked, semiclothed, even hairy, i imagine them covered in chocolate and blood. ehehehehe.

Naiz.