serene yap made this wonderful layout for me. i think she should starting charging people for her layouts. she's really good with her photoshop and so on. for everybody from E3/4 who is reading this now, my group's pw powerpoint presentation background was done by her. impressive huh.?

anyway, in about 13 hours, i'll be down at a government hospital in the toa payoh district to have my corn removed. learning from andrew mom's experience, corn removal involves the numbing of your whole feet, and alot of blood. i'm afraid of pain. i'm a timid asshole who thinks The Village is a horror show, who goes to Australia and not try any of their roller-coasters, and who thinks lions and sharks will jump out of the telephone in the midst of talking to a girl. i think i might die having the doctor cut my feet. or maybe he'll die first smelling my feet, which in turn means i'll not have the operation.! then again, the nipple-like corn on my feet is ticklish and painful. according to andrew, they will numb my feet by injecting some sort of alcoholic liquid. i cannot imagine how painful my feet will feel. the sole of your feet is always the most sensitive place in your whole body (minus your sexual organs). i'm gonna have a hard time tmrw. on top of being afraid of the pain, i'm scared the nurses outside will have their imaginations run wild and thought it is some sort of terrorist attack inside the room, and hence, call the S.W.A.T team. can you imagine, you're sleeping backside up on the bed, and in a split second, the doctor removes your corn. you're so happy, but you're soon interrupted by Sergeant Mooney's voice through the loud hailer beyond the walls of the room, telling you to drop all weapons you're possessing and surrender yourself, when the only weapon you have is the water gun between your legs. the doctor tensed, and without notice, start stabbing your chest with his scissors. then, your mom remains rooted to the spot, seeing everything unfold in front of her eyes. who knows, it might just happen. follow the news tomorrow tightly. everything is possible, and adidas' slogan says Impossible Is Nothing.

naivety is caving in. i shall end here tonight and thank all my lucky stars lying in the black, black sky i have serene yap as a friend. smiles till both ends of lips touches my sideburn. another pointer added to my list of reasons to get on with life. i'm a lucky man.