BTW as I type it's raining up a storm right now outside my house. The rain is so heavy, the sun has been blocked out, the sky is grey and the lighting in my house is getting pretty dim. I hate this weather. It means I'm stuck in the house for lunch and I have to rummage through my fridge for the remains of any leftovers from dinners long past. This sucks. I want the scorching, skin-burning, cancer-causing and importantly, dry-and yet sweat-inducing weather that our island is supposedly famous for.

Too Much Crap

Too many stuff to say this week, guys, so I separated them into pages. Click on what interests you.

Results from a numerology test I took.Some expected, some... pretty surprising.

I manned a stall for bizad at the career fair. My thoughts, what I did, and the bubbles I burst. Don't worry, I didn't end up being carried outside by security guards.
[warning: Expect a great chunk of text and nothing else]

Erin Brockovich and Columbine. No connection. Just 2 movies I caught over TV and VCD over the weekend. Hee.