Dear diary,

If there was one law that ever needed implementation, barring students from studying on Sundays must be the creme de la creme. Something has to be done to prevent deranged Singaporean students from running rampant in campus and mugging their cranium juices dry.

In SMU, mugging is as much a pop culture as the school itself. You know it's getting out of control when people start coining this affectionately as "smugging".

Well, I'm smugging now, so to speak. Exams are coming, and the cool wintery(or as close to a winter Singapore can get) weathers are not helping. Not to mention that Christmas is just round the bend. The overplayed jing-a-lings are now flooding every nook and cranny around town and SMU lies smack in the middle of the action. Not only murderously boring after the 57th replay of "Santa Claus is Coming to Town", it also makes for an incessant mockery to the smuggers who can only be least appreciative of festivities at the moment. And need I remind you of the once affable Santa figure, now cloned to death in the form of pimply youths dressed in cheap costumes and misfitting beards chortling with their prepubescent ho-ho-hos.

Give us a break you stupid demons-o-commercial-Christmas! If I take this any longer I'm going to bag the next Santa I see and stuff mistletoe into his bloody red silky underpants. In fact, I'm even going to pelt him with the coals I'll be receiving for being so rotten. Like I care.