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My LTB groupmate recieved a cute letter from a "secret admirer" during our meeting. It went something like this:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I dye my hair BLACK
Just for you...

It was written in ugly handwriting on a big and scrappy piece of foolscap folded into a heart. We all knew who it was (but maybe it was sent by a friend trying to play a joke on that guy), someone with an extremely ugly hairstyle bleached blonde. Unfortunately she decided not to use either of the suggested replies (haha, by me, I have such great poetic talent), which went like this:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I might consider,
If you cut your hair too.

OR

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I wish I could say yes,
but I like girls too.

Anyway.

I was weaving past SMU in a cab today when I saw someone that looked like Felda. My thought process went something like, "Hmmm, looks amazingly like Felda. Hair like Felda. Long legs, slippers. Skirt looks like what Felda wears. Walks like Felda. It IS Felda!"

That pretty much sums up the decent parts of my day.

The Chinese New Year mood hit me three days ago.

I know that when I find myself thinking, "just one last pineapple tart..."

I have mysteriously developed a sore throat and indigestion.

Had VJ training today, where Sonya showed me a whole new side of Imran which I had never quite observed. Apparently he looks very nice when he flexes his muscles, has a good stomach, but is unfortunately a little thin from waist down.

Damn fucking tired.