Apocalypse

The end of the world is coming.

How do I know? Well, the natural disasters that have been occurring lately aren’t exactly subtle, are they? Earthquakes. Tsunamis. What else is gonna follow? People are even predicting that Mt Fuji might erupt, something that hasn’t happened in 304 years (seeing that it last erupted in 1707-08. Oh, and it’s cold in Singapore. For those of you who think it’s no big deal, think a few more times. This is SINGAPORE we’re talking about. You know, 1 degree north of the equator, tropical weather all year round? That’s Singapore. And at a time when we should be dying of heatstroke, it’s raining nonstop and it’s cold.

Conclusion: The end of the world is definitely coming. You’d better be prepared. Maybe it’ll be like the movie 2012 and the only way to save ourselves would be to pay a billion euros to get a seat on some ginormous ark that will sail out into open waters when the Earth floods. Sigh.

Moving on! I just read Xinyi’s blog, I still think it’s awesome XD Go ahead and commercialise your blog, girl! I’m just way too lazy to do the same for mine, though I did promote it on MSN. Hee! So dear reader, if you would be so kind, do spread the word about my blog if you like it! Free virtual brownies and milk for those who do~~

Oh, I think my klutziness is rubbing off on others. When I was on my way to work today, a lady tripped over her own two feet, some guy dropped his cup of soy milk and spilt it all over the floor, and this other lady dropped her bakery tray. With the bread still on it. Oops. Watch out people, I must be like Public Enemy No. 1 or something.

Current mental soundtrack: End Of The World [Dead By Sunrise]

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