Okay, first order of buisness.

Now that I've changed my playlist to something workable, I'll need ya'll to press the play button on my playlist because well, those songs are awesome! Sorry for making you use your mouse for another reason, the site doesn't have autoplay.

Oh god, my hair is killing me. Not in the sense that they are super intelligent and took daggers from my kitchen and started secretly chopping my head down. But in the sense that it is really really itchy. Its killing me, i actually have to quickly type finish this sentence to scratch my hair.
I really regret not using shampoo.

Okay, I actually went to cleanse my hair once more. Feels a little, more comfy now.
Ah.. Its freagin hot. Why Singapore, why. Must you be on the equator. The world is so roamy, and you're one small dot. Of all places, the equator? Oh thanks a lot. I know that we're surrounded by countries that protect us from this and that but still, we're feeling, really warm.

I will edit this post when I have more things to say. Because, i don't. Kthxbai.

-Renald

Edit :

Right, I really have nothing to say, but I'm going to blog anyway.
Even though I told myself I'd do my homework... *sniff*
So lets begin the typing.

Have you ever wondered, why junk food is called junk food?
Certainly it wasn't picked up from the trash.
Or.. was it?
Nah... But if it was, it'd be interesting wouldn't it.
Why do you think we always have explosive *boom!* diarrhoea after we have junk food?

How do you know, that Tuas Marine Transfer Station actually collects all that shit, then sends that junk to all fast food restaurants over Singapore? How do you know that, they have some shape making tender trashing device that makes bottled cans taste like spicy chicken? How do you know that all fast food restaurant managers are actually cyborgs in disguise and want to take over the world tempting us with delicious chicken-flavoured trash and make us explode in the toilet bowl?

Yeah yeah, I'm just trying to ruin your appetite. What, this is a free country.

As all of you know, I am a huge fan of soccer.
But there's only one thing that I am not satisfied with the game, I'm speaking from the perspective of a football fan. And its not about the rules and stuff.

Why? Does football players earn so much money, by playing a simple game. If you have talent for the sport, basically you can skip school and basically retire at the age of 6. Seriously, what's the point of staying in school all day, getting a job, getting a cert or whatever just to get a job that earns you example $1000 a month. When you just practice a little harder, and play a sport, get into the national team, get into a club. Sit on a bench and get $60,000 a week?

The money ruins football, seriously.
It ain't actually the money, its the hellish amount of money projected into the beautiful game, which probably in 20 years time would be "The Beautiful Game", sponsered by Durex. Okay maybe not Durex, or Fedex. Yeah, with all the sponsers coming in to inject cash into chairman's of football clubs there would probably be a sponser for all the sports.

Alright I shall stop spouting nonsense and get back to work.
Goodbye

-Renald
My head's in a flurry with you.