I'm sick. Definitely. Nowadays doctors have such high-tech ways of getting your temperature. He just picked up this scanner and scanned my forehead. Then there was a beep and my temperature appeared on that contraption, which was labelled "ThermoScan". The wonders of science. From mouth thermometers to armpit thermometers to ear thermometers to forehead scanners. What next?

I got slightly zonked out today. It happens when I'm falling sick. My nose becomes a tap, my throat is sore, my lungs spew forth phlegm, and my ears block up. How am I supposed to debate tomorrow? It's the final preliminaries of the Red Cross Debates tomorrow. I hope we don't get some high ranked school, although that would be fun. Maybe we should use an unconventional team lineup tomorrow.

I need sleep... The medicine is making me drowsy....

Quek: Yes, we should skin and de-rib the pigs soon.

Naseem: hai... you're really tiring you know... I think I should just give you the cake to shut you up once and for all, haha... I'll be doing Much Ado About Nothing for Lit. What about you?

Vickland: Yup, linked you! And about this whole council thing, aiya, it's getting really tiring. If she wants to bitch, let her. If I were her I'd be saying I was being bitchy on my blog too anyway... But of course, it depends on perspective. You can call my comments constructive criticism if you want. Her? I dunno...

Musa: The past? Oh come on, nas is clearly stuck in the past. I'm trying to move on...