you can't imagine what a superficial person i can be. i was so excited getting a new testimonial on friendster that i went on a fresh bout of friendster voyeurism, reading about everybody and everybody else's friend. all when the friendster craze is pretty much over. you know what to do, write me one if you haven't. you can curse and insult me if you want and i'd still be happy. seriously.

reading morris' post-ocs comments and seeing people posting pics of themselves proudly donning the officer uniform on friendster profiles make me sad and ashamed. i'm not really achieving much at all in the saf now. i suck at what i do in camp now, and i'm not doing anything substantial after office hours either. i am beginning to feel inspired.

yesterday i did it again. had ebi tempura ramen again at ps. god no one should ever be condoned for a sin like mine. then i watched along came polly with my groupmates. it's only an okay-okay. not all that funny. then we chatted at fuzion fruitjuice bar at millenia walk about no babies, bisexuality and blah. the banana bailey is a must-try. basically i was out from 630am all till 730pm. thank goodness the plans to go clubbing at night were cancelled. i'm not kidding when i tell you i nearly collapsed of fatigue last night.

the grammys are tomorrow! hope beyonce booty-shakes her way to a grammy. the way she licks and runs her thumb between her boobs in crazy in love has to be the mtv killer moment of 2003. and hopefully someone pulls off a stunt that trounces janet jackson's hey-look-here-i'm-releasing-a-new-record-soon move.

and i knew it! seems like william hung is becoming more of a celebrity than i thought. how can u profess one to be a fan site when you stick his face on superman? i say, leave that poor chap alone.