Wednesday, October 18, 2006
♥ The headache

Don't really know why I'm here. Ah, here to blog so that you have something to read. I feel happy when I see updated blogs, lol.

So, this is an update. I can sense your joy from here, really. I know you're so happy to see an update.

Actually, today sucks due to 701 reasons. I don't know what are the 700 reasons but I think I know the last one. The bloody headache. Just. Won't. Go. Away. I can't even go to sleep. I'm super sleepy you know, this is really killing me. Tsk.

Alright. So much for the update. Ah Lian says my entries are too long, so I've to keep it as short as me. Eh no, that's not a good metaphor. As short as Hanhui then. I'm freaking 180cm tall. (Yes I'm being delusional so shut up because I can imagine myself killing you.)

Sometimes when I look out of the window at 9th storey, I wonder if the ground I'm seeing is considered 1st floor or should I take my height into consideration. But since I'm so short, no wait, I'm 180cm tall. Alright then, I should take my height into consideration. So whenever I'm looking out of the window at 9th storey, I'm actually looking down ten floors to the ground. Haa.

I'm 180cm tall. I'm 180cm tall. They say if you keep thinking about yourself being somebody, you'll become that somebody eventually. So why is it that I keep thinking I'm 180cm tall but I'm still... 179.999999cm tall only. Where did that 0.000001cm go. Forget it man, since I'm already so tall I'll be nice and donate that 0.000001cm to Hanhui.

Alright, I'm back. At 157cm. There's a drastic drop isn't it. It's like turning from 10th storey to 9th storey. Sobs. Oh wait, I think I'm at 2nd storey only.

... Nevermind. There's always Jiahao remaining at Basement Level.

Yawn. I'll try to catch some sleep. Tell sleep not to run so fast. I never seem to be able to run fast enough to catch it. Haaaaaaaaa. Not funny. This post is so metallic-blue. I ran out of adjectives, lah. Don't give me that look.

By the way, I still want a chauffeur for my birthday.

Bye, and while you're mugging hard for Onana, please bear in mind not to order a cake from Four Leaves. Thank you.

Crap. Why did I say thank you for? Ahhhh. Blame the headache. It's making me 2.44% more retarded. SLEEP.