The last few days have been spent clearing my stuff. And thus the unusually inactive blogging. Actually, I felt compelled to add an entry each day, but that would be a shame as meaningless and boring entries would make up the majority of the blog. And although I'm totally shameless, I'm not about to portray this behaviour over the net. The situation I've got here is that I've been given until 2nd May to move my ass out. My task would have been made simpler if not for the massive shit that I have to move out as well. I guess this pile of shit basically sums up my first year of undergraduate life. Yes, the first year certainly do has its fair share of good times. Some potentially-great friendships were made. But these pale in comparison to the dark times that dPx's gone through. And since the good times hardly make it to the all-time great times, dPx might as well only talk about the bad times, the sucky times and the Straits times (wtf??). The bad times. dPx could easily create a new list of bad times anytime you request from him. Such is the large scale that dPx has to streamline them into some notable ones. First off, dPx spent 9/10 of his savings in his 1st year of university life. That makes him the Roman Abrahimnovic of NTU. In the process, he also broke 3 fingers, 2 mirrors and a lecturer's nose. But most notably, and regretably, dPx lost a girlfriend (ooohhh). "You mention the Straits times, didn't you?" Well, the Straits times belongs to Jason and Wong. They smell of dPx's shit 'cos he brings it in with him everytime he goes in. That's fair, considering the duo constantly stinks dPx's fridge with their cheese. dPx's anti-cheese!! Last words: What's with last words? Last words summarise the entire entry, allowing busy (and lazy) readers to skip the whole chunk, yet still understand what's dPx is rattling about. But sometimes it could be irritating and makes dPx looks retarded when it's misused. Like this...

Last last words: ...and this. See what I mean?

Last last last words: "You're retarded!!"