A High-Profiled Visitor
I am being sneaky. I intentionally tossed in four Yokan files into the winamp playlist and set it to shuffle so the probability of it being played is higher hehehehe. Just now it played Yokan three times in a row. Heh heh heh.
Now I’m currently typing a little letter that will determine the level of my future finances. I can’t tell yet what the hell it means, but for now I need to think up of as many smart words as possible, but without sounding too high and mighty about myself. Which is a bit of a problem. Hahaha.
Nah, just kidding. Anyway, this is a very important little letter and I guess things are just going to get more serious and important from now on. So this is a good start to sounding more business-like but still maintain the attitude that you’re just a student trying to make your mark on the world, eh?
But then again, this is just a prototype. There’s still a few bits I need to add that I currently have no information of. Just wanted to get this crap done with.
Anyway, I didn’t go to the gym in the morning today like I planned to. Mostly because I was too lazy to get up 
heheh. But this turned out to be a good move. Because as I found out later in the day, the entrance was blocked because the Prime Minister, yes, the man himself, was playing golf. Him and his cohorts of traffic officers and a buttload of patrol cars flooded the whole main entrance of the club house. I went around five and there were still a lot of posh cars and glossy white motorbikes all over the place with the police themselves lounging around with the security guards looking at the pool area. After I was done burning calories in the gym, about an hour and a half later, they were still there, but this time I saw a lot of smart-looking men in batik shirts standing around looking all-important eventhough they don’t really do anything. I think the PM was taking a shower after a long golf game. But then again, they might not even be finished yet. But they are most probably finishing since I can smell the smell of baby powder from the shower (the top of the shower room was open) and there were important-looking people walking out from it wearing batik shirts and carrying one of those odd-shaped bags with a flat bottom where they store their shoes. Yeah, those. People only carry them to play golf to store their clothes.
In case you’re wondering, I didn’t even get a glimpse of him. The PM, that is.
On another note, I don’t know if this has anything to do with the PM visit or anything, but the gym’s attendance was higher than normal today. It’s like someone decided to bring their whole family for a day out at the gym or something O.o …weird. the melee slowly died down and half an hour later there was only the occasional five people around, except for these two teenage girls whom I found annoying. And one of them was wearing slippers!
Slippers! In the gym!
Pfff. Sometimes people just have no manners.
Damn. I so want to rape Hyde that sexy little thing!
I leave you now with a relatively short post. Ta’ra!
