Mmm, noodle soup.

Kudos to anybody who knows where the title was quoted from. Singapore is humid like nothing else, and coming here after Canada feels like I'm moving in and breathing soup. I love it thank you.

ahhhhhhhh, jet lag can be a bitch. First thing i do when i come back is bathe, spend an hour watching tv without pants on (BECAUSE I CAN. Also because I miss being able to prance about in clothing that doesn't engulf my legs and make them itch) and fall asleep for 10 hours. I then wake up at 3 am wondering what in hell just happened and realise I left the computer on whoops. Hey, the trip may have bitten cock but I got to watch a shit load of movies and TV in the plane! This may or may not include an episode of Kim Possible.

I do miss the good music in Canada, even though I swear that country is about 10-20 years backwards when it comes to the subject: I didn't hear a single Lady GaGa or Pixie Lott song during my stay there - which is a good thing, I guess.

In other news, band starts again on wednesday tomorrow but I'm not going cause they can all fuck off and eat shit. Don't be mistaken - I hold no animosity towards band I just don't want to go, and I often mistake inappropriate swearing for cynical humour hence the previous sentence. Now to play poker on facebook.

EDIT: But before that, I have to note that there's got to be something in Canada that gives people larger boobs and makes them a lot taller, hotter and friendlier (besides the genes, of course). Like the second thing that went through my head when I arrived at the airport was "THESE WOMEN ARE TALLER THAN ME."; the first being "FUCK IT'S COLD." and the third being "WHY ARE THE PEOPLE HERE HOTTER THAN ANYBODY I KNOW IN SINGAPORE."

Boytalk over: is time for poker.