hi, i am Ziding.

hi everyone. my name is Ziding. i am derek's friend and i am here blogging on his behalf today. derek is well, lovesickhomesick. yes, derek IS well, but he is not very stable up there.

which is why i am here. i am his trusted friend, more than a mere acquaintance. sometimes, we think alike. so derek has (with all his trust), entrusted me with cornroll.blogspot.com for the moment. let's hope he recovers soon.

derek had lots of adventures today. he spent the day in church, doing his thang (thang in case, is actually xmas decoration). derek and his friends were taken on an excursion to Blaster Road and a not too near place (distant) called Far Feast Flona. jonathan took them and brought them around with a 9965. derek complained he had a headache, but he was really just tired. that liar.

at Blaster Road, derek was enchanted/enthralled/mesmerized by the manliness on display. you would find that my vocabulary is not very apt. enchanted/enthralled/mesmerized give you a fairytale feeling, whereas manliness is like, manliness. i'm sorry okay, i can't blog as well as derek does. so while derek was enchanted/enthralled/mesmerized by these weapons and dangerous objects on display (he was particularly fascinated by a "blowtorching" mask that cost $8.80), the items required were purchased and soon derek and friends were whisked off to Far Feast Flona in the 9965. derek did not even have the chance to enquire about the chainsaw he thought he saw. what a waste, he thought, for he had planned elaborate plans for the night. he was getting a wee bit irritated with the inhabitants upstairs.

at Far Feast Flona, derek was cold and smelt funny smells. some call it the smell of flowers. derek was not paricularly taken in by these "fragrances". ah, he's not a girl.

there were cacti on display. derek saw many green things, objects. and realized they were alive! not that the Venus Fly Traps affirmed this though. derek later came to know these funny creatures as plants. he felt happy with himself. derek blew one dollar on a cactus. he was tickled by the fact that cacti require food.

"$3.40, a pack of cacti food costs! i can buy a plate of chicken rice with cash to spare with that amount," derek enthused.

speaking of chicken rice, derek also saw a "bird shop". one of derek's friends asked if the shop sold chickens.

"that would be further down the road, they even have rice to go with the chicken," derek joked.

but it wasn't very funny. no one laughed, and derek's friends hated him even more! derek felt sad. on hindsight, he felt that it was damn unfunny too. maybe he should never have opened his mouth in the first place!

and so the journey continues.

derek helped out with the xmas decorations, but did not do much. that slacker. not that they required much help though. all derek remembered was balancing a wooden piece on his head.

"it was heavy. i never knew wood was that heavy. if density= mass/volume, and wood has a pretty low density, this means wood has large volume. which is why termites infest wood," derek recalled/theorized.

but i really do think that he is just acting smart. sometimes i do not really like derek. other times i hate him. like, grarr.

derek saw lydia being lame, enclosing herself within a roof of a stable (you wouldn't understand). he was flabbergasted, but no, he did not fart. derek was being stupid, narrating Bible stories. his friends gradually grew tired of him. other times, derek sat and stared. at nothing.

derek's friend, bennie, was terribly sick. derek felt extremely sympathetic as he knew exactly how bennie felt. derek is selfish, i think he knows it too.

derek had dinner at United Square with his friends. he got himself a heroes value meal at subway.

"$4.90 for a cold cut trio six inch sub, 2 cookies and a 22oz drink. quite worth it, " derek said. yet he felt that the drink was a waste of money ( "sugar water, really.") and the cookies were "just plain sugar". so in the end, derek felt he didn't really get value for his money. derek was rather quiet during dinner, clumsy too. what a loser.

derek then walked around Novena Square and Velocity to look at stuff (alone), and boarded the Mass Rapid Transit train at Novena station. he had an urge to "black hawk down" the entire way. it did not help that the queue for his bus (72), was this

long. so he waited.

derek reached home at long last, around 9.30pm. he thought a murder had occured in the bathroom, then nearly murdered himself with the stink he created. his sister did not mind too much, for she was in the living room, a good ten metres away.


derek is tired, but happy. =)



and Ziding wishes all readers a happy holiday and wishes to remind all that the school term is coming soon. *insert evil laughter sound track.











edit (by derek): haha i really like slagging myself off. no it's not that i have a self-esteem problem or something. i just don't like to sound too full of myself.