internship is almost over, 1 more week left and i'll be like everyone else going to school like a normal school kid. been quite sick lately and took like 2 days MC to excuse myself from cheap labour internship, thus explaining this really freaking late night/early morning blog entry that is being written right now.

am i gonna be barney tan? i swear my life will never be peaceful and emptiness will linger till i die. every day will be a crazy emotional roller coaster, i will never know whats truly meant for me. but what is barney tan? does everyone has a barney in them? have i watched too much How I Met Your Mother that im not making any sense anymore? or are 7 fucking different types of medicine screwing my brain up?

why am i writing this fucking blog entry? you see, alex tan guanghui is a guy who expects things his way, i mean everyone expects but i like to expect way too much for my peabrain.

so in this case, im expecting you to read. olive, jolene, pamela.

olive, i see things between dion and you are going pretty well. when dion ask me if its alright for him to date you, it really gave me a big surprise. as what i said, i have always loved you and dion. just dont attend any of the brotherhood gatherings in future, please.

jolene, im going to see you for the whole of saturday and sunday. that really sucks because you're fucking lesbian now (according to sources) and your fucking butchmate will be there too. its not that i hate you or what. but the whole me you and it thing is pure brutality to me. and i really hate those kind of awkwardness. blahhhhh.

pamela, i have no clue what to say to you. you're on my mind 37% of the time. thats a pretty good percentage. yeap, lets see what god has in plan for us. oh and i have alot of love hate feelings for you. if i were to solve this shiat, this is gonna tougher than any math/science question i ever know cos basically its the whole boyfriend issue. so yeah, god show me what you have planned for me with your magical ways

How I Met Your Mother keep having me ponder what my future wife is gonna be like and it will be really cool to tell my kids how i met their mother.

alright, i feel a lil better after typing a huge load of shit in here. i have a bigger worry on what to spend on with my saved up pay from internship. its always laptop>clothes but somehow clothes always manage to win in the end. IS A LAPTOP REALLY THAT LESS PRACTICAL THAN CLOTHES, HAIYA HEADACHEEE.

okay song to accompany future reading.