New Year, New resolutions!

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

Yes, I am aware that it's 20 days late, but still, better late than never. That is my mantra. More of an excuse for my permanent procrastination, but hey, it works.

Anyway, my blog seems to have spontaneously combust. Is it because it's become increasingly boring, or because I no longer update?

I guess its easy to get it up and going again. I could always post pictures of naked chicks up and I'm sure it'll go up.

Or I could start insulting xiaxue, that always seems to garner untalented and underserving people readership points.

Ha. Am a very funny person.

I can't stand Perth in the summer people, it's so ridiculously hot. The heat is glaring and pierces through your skin. Then there are the flies. The flies aren't like the nice polite flies back in Singapore that fly away when you swat at them. These flies come back for more, they stick to you, fly all around you, and piss you off, not matter how many times you attempt to shoo them away.

I swear, No 1 reason why I hate Perth is because of their flies.

Anyway, that was a huge digression, I don't even know what I started to write anymore.

Oh yes.

Am going to start blogging regularly again.

Figured that there is no better practice for an aspiring writer than to write. Can blogging be considered writing? Yes well, I guess if I'm not writing about the tortures of doing my laundry I'll be alright.

The one thing about Perth is that the question, "How's the weather?", can actually be construed as a very interesting one. The weather actually varies here. We're in the shit of summer this time of year, OH MY GOD THE FLIES ARE FUCKING ANNOYING, and today, all of a sudden, we have a relatively cool and windy day. I got up and saw my roommate, and screamed, "Isn't the weather wonderful????"

And then we both started reveling in the perfection of this tiny weather miracle.

In Singapore, it's the same fucking wet and hot day, everyday. So talking about the weather cannot be legitimately used as a weather topic there. MUAHAHAHAHAHA.

Am so not funny anymore.

I HATE THE FLIES. I have to stamp my foot every 5 fucking seconds, because they fucking refuse to quit. JESUS!

I shall deduce that I'm not funny cause the flies are restricting my funniness.