Bad at title names

This is going to be an entry of unrelated stuff churned together in a mixer where the juice is neither sweet or bitter. 6 days and 5 nights later, I open up my page and still see that ugly picture/banner or whatever you call it hanging under my blog's name and the more I see it, the more I think that its fugly.

To avoid people from finding my blog in technorati, i shall name the event that I just went through 'pMac', the inversion of the original spelling of the word.

It ended at the Home Club, a relatively unknown club with nice sofas and grafitti hanging around the place with really bad music and weird people. The place was booked and the band did quite a number of songs which the people danced to and had fun. Everyone was soaked in ecstacy when we won the best group and this time it was pretty genuine. There was no all out to win approach, there was no one-man show dictatorship and self-expression was the word of the day. For once, the good guys less myself were the victors of the day and for once, justice prevailed.

A ridiculous walk from Boon Lay to East Coast Park ripped my knees apart and now, ants are crawling in and out of it. I have scratch marks all over my body, blood together with pus come streaming out to produce a sparkling orange fluid. The back of my shoulders have turned black, blue and red simultaneously. I have surpringsly kept my voice but I have a feeling that ulcers are slowly forming up in all corners of my mouth because of the lack of fluoride. I was completely unmoved in a lacklustre fright night at the old Changi hospital when really, my faculty guys would have done a much better job. I haven't been so physically tired for a very long time.

Some of my acquaintaces became friends and some of my enemies became acquaintances so a big thank you to myself and my efforts for being a less jerk for this one.