I will not talk about my results. Call me blase, whatevahhhhhh, but simply, alea iacta est. The die had been cast. No point crying over spoilt milk.

Before I forget, did anyone catch the 'Life Stories' today? The boy looks none like Mr Ong. It was really hilarious. The face was like really similar-even the voice, at times! Anyway. There's no point in doing all these. It'really redundant. These people, not poiniting any fingers, simply cannot comprehend the ways to be civilised. I swear, they must be living in the sixties or something. Money? You want money? Go and STUDY! Who on earth steals for money nowadays?! Nothing can simply enter that thick skull of theirs. What's worse, they're bellicose and pugnacious. I swear, fighting really doesn't help lest you have a whole barrage of bombs. Diplomacy and Deterrence.

Another thing I absolutely cannot stand is Singlish. Yes, it is unique to our Singapore, yes, it makes us who we are, but can you just put off that patois for a while?! I had the experience of riding a Mercedes Cab this morning. Bad Language. He was practically screaming down the phone! He was like talking in Singlish. He complained to us that the previous passenger or whatever had left their keys in the cab, he was like "He SAHBO me you know. What happened if their passport is lost? Then I in trouble. Sahbo ah, all these people." He did know the word concierge, though. This driver would be doinga serious faux pas if he's having tourists in his taxi. The strange thing is, he can even mention that he's preparing for the IMF!! What happens if some John Bull of a tourist hopped in his taxi and he blabs off in Singlish? The tourist would be like "What the blazes are you talking about, good man?" He'd be caught in that ignimonious situation and'll paint a bad bad picture on us.

Damn the Singlish.