Bipolar dreams.

• Poor Britney. Her so-called life now is worthy of shelves filled with Andrew Morton-written - ok, more like Us Weekly posthumous biographies at Borders. One website offers you a chance to win a PS3 if you correctly predicts her death.
  
• I've resorted to pulling up my boxers up to above my navel, à la granny style panties, in an attempt to hide my bulging tummy accumulated from months of non-gymming and the constant feasting on hawker food. It is likely I weigh 92812 more marbles than I used to during my Fitness First days. Now I can't even afford Hougang ClubFit Gym that my legion of aunties (and grandmother) frequents.
  
• This semester is filling up faster than I expect. It looks pretty swell at the moment, surprisingly.