Countdown

Ok ok..as i'm writing this, i'm about to take a 1 and a half hour nap.
I'm supposed to call the ABC radio australia executive producer at about 11am
regarding my internship with them next semester. So i'm a bit edgy right now.

Its also a countdown to having my shoulder length hair cut. Basically if the executive producer Brendon Telfer wants to meet me, for favourable first impression's sake, the locks would have to go. Samson Samson, how i feel your pain.

Even if i escaped with my locks unscathed (if i do not have to go for a face-to-face interview), i would have to get it cut the moment i reach singapore. My dad will personally hire a barber on standby at the arrival hall. Otherwise my mum will bring the kitchen scissors along.

Its countdown to adelaide. Yes. my dear ah Beng beng is waiting in adelaide for me to take a 15-hour drive from melbourne to visit him and his dog. Joey and i will shower the dog with so much attention it thinks its a prince and will devoid all attention to its original owner. All maltese/SHIT-zu crosses are like that. Ok ok. intentional typo. Sorry. Shihz-Tu (i think).

Its countdown to reaching Singapore. Home. Land of Ah Bengs and Ah Lians.
I just cannot wait to embrace the lars, lors and the loud (or is it discreet now?)
ah beng / lian fashion. You can tell i'm kidding right? You darn right i am people.

But with my last entry so long ago, i wonder whether anyone reads now anyways. :-(

Ok. Time to nap.

By the way. Liverpool beat Arsenal 2-1. I'm cancelling my tennis today just to
watch the reply. I thought i had extreme astigmatism or something when i looked at the scoreboard on www.soccernet.com.

OK. Sleep time.

Wish me luck