Was ironing my pants with great vigour, and was extremely puzzled as to why the creases just didn't seem to disappear. Then I looked at the water mark, and realised that it hadn't gone down at all. Thinking that I had discovered some defect in the iron, (you know, like maybe the water wasn't flowing into the metal ironing part, or whatever... I don't know how the inside of an iron looks like) I asked my dad in all manner of seriousness, what was wrong with the iron. He came over, and then I realised I didn't switch the iron on. He then made some stupid joke which I didn't get at all lah. I'm appalled at my ridiculous behaviour. I bet some of those bimbo jokes were inspired by people like yours truly.

I reckon it's the haze that is getting to me. Right now, everything outside my window is shrouded in a mysterious, translucent blanket of mist. And it's not even the gloomy, romantic, chilly type of mist like the one in Great Expectations. It's the choking, smelly, acrid type. The thing is, outside it looks cold, but it's actually so warm. I'll let you in on a little quirk. I used to like the smell of haze when I was younger, in Sec. 4 or so. It smelt very comforting to me. I used to think everyone enjoyed the smell too, till I told my friends/parents, and they thought I was very odd. I still like it now, but only when it's in very light dozes, not so overpowering like this one. Anyway, the heavy rain yesterday does not seem to have dispelled it a bit. It's back with a vengeance; everything looks foggier than before. I wish I could take a huge sack and run around, sweeping up all the haze inside and clearing up the atmosphere.

Okay, I just dedicated one whole paragraph to haze. And it wasn't even what I wanted to talk about. Went out with my parents and brother yesterday night to Changi Village for dinner. The food wasn't very good lah, but I had a lot of fun. Doing stupid things, and listening to my dad's lame jokes. My brother and I were shouting out into the wind to each other, holding some inane conversation, when we were just sitting next to each other. Utterly fun. I love driving with the windows down. Wanted to stick my head out, but my brother said I might bang it into a lamp-post. I didn't see how that was possible, seeing as there were no lamp-posts in the middle of the road, but it's better to err on the side of caution, knowing my luck.

As of today, it's 10 days to booze, wild partying and hot wheels. I'm going to be legal man. I can do just about anything but watch R(A) movies, including squatting in jail. Imagine if I took my A Levels in jail. Now, that'd be a once in a lifetime experience. If I ever get to write my life story, I could say, I battled all odds and Changi Prison to get 4 As in the GCE A Level Examinations. I'll be a pioneer of jailbird A Level graduates.

Okay, not funny at all. My favourite choice of "booze" is sparkling juice, and that says volumes about my alcohol tolerance, doesn't it? Have no desire to mambo my night away every week either, and the time when a guy asked me for my number in Zouk, way back in Sec. 3 (no, I wasn't so hip, I went there for some Seventeen party, where they gave you teddy bears)... I think I scarred him for life. Now, hot wheels, that I wouldn't mind. But I don't want to drive man. I can't stand being stuck in traffic jams. I'd rather take the train. And I definitely don't want to do anything that will land me in jail.

This entry seems quite pointless. I'm off now.