Sick in Sydney

Another day, another opportunity for mindless absorption of seemingly useless facts. The only silver lining here is that every day is a countdown to my eventual return to my fiefdom, Kovan. If anyone is up at a respectable time, they would know about the legend of the Yeong brother who drove like an angry Yeong brother because the other Yeong Brother made him drive him to camp at some obscene hour every morning.

However, Sir Yeong is no more and is now working at some arts and craft camp somewhere trying to draw lines so engineers can be confused about the lines he drew and make a building that would eventually collapse on some unsuspecting Bangara workers. This of course is part of his diabolical plan to not have to work in the same place as Overlord No.9035 (girlfriend) who supervises all his other bodily functions except the lines he so preciously holds close to his bosom.

As I think everyone is aware. This Blog is now mine. What used to be a confused bunch of republicans has now been replaced by a more efficient dictatorship. This suits me well, everyone in my retarded class is turning 21 and there would be more than sufficient shots of me drunk to post later. I of course pretend I am 21 to fit in, this unfortunately requires more alcohol than anyone can provide so I have now switched back to Panadol Extra to both boost up my grades and reduce overall brain function eventually.

This of course loops back to the heading which is a direct symptom of my rampant alcoholism. Alcohol, Panadol Extra and more alcohol does not mix very well for me and since my geographic location *is* syndney... i am thus sick in sydney. I am also bored shitless as Sydney is about as interesting as Singapore. This would not be much of a problem if not for the fact I dont have a car which actually made Singapore somewhat liveable as I cruise along the boring city at less boring speeds and to the tune of misogynistic Dirty South music. Environmentalists be damned! I wanna burn up as much hydrocarbons as I can as fast as I can in air conditioned comfort.

Oh... and Mr Man is boring now... whaddup with that? He sounds like someone has cut off his balls. I thought he would be more violent after his trip to Russia and start cussing like an unreasonable man who overcompensates in all directions. Oh well... maybe now I can make him drink more, Mr Man is fun when drunk.

Im bored of this. Bye