So I cannot talk about how my dad likes to cook deep fried things that he knows can only make me fatter then comes along to tell me that I'm fat. [Hmm...where should I put the commas...hmm...]

Nor can I talk about the way Po Chin has coaxed me into going to Canada on a long and expensive uncomfortable flight only to see people I don't know whom I would have to make friends with so that she can abandon me to go meet her guy.[What happened to my punctuations today??] After some substantial whining from me, now she's trying to match-make me to the guy's friend. Prabably an un-cute and freakish friend too.

How about the way I have nicely agreed to help my brother's girlfriend with her Chemistry only to get scolded when he finds it difficult to accommodate her into my busy schedule.[I know, it's just a habit to whine all in the same breath. Thus the lack of commas.] Yes, I will get paid, but I still feel pissed.

I'm having a mental block. Seems like I can only whine. Watch this space to see how far I can go without whining.

By the way, I have decided to stop thinking too. Keeps things simple and makes my friends feel more intelligent. Hehe.