Sunday

Was supposed to go skate in the morning but I woke up at 1 p.m instead. If I sounded to stupid in the last post, it's because good stuff makes me stupid. They stupefy me.

Oh yeah, yesterday was Jon's birthday. Wow. What a Saturday. I would like to wish a happy belated birthday to Juwika. Sorry la never wish on the day itself. Kinda slipped my mind. It was like 3 am when I realised that yesterday was your birthday.

3 a.m. Slept at 4? Around that time. I have insomnia, I think. I'm bloody nocturnal now. Bought 3 packs of muffins from a door to door salesman who conveniently turned up just as I was about to go buy some food. I was like, " Aiseyman. How did this guy know I'm hungry? " .

Paid $10 for 3 packs of average tasting muffins. Ate one or two, maybe a few then cooked Maggi noodles. Chicken. I'm still hungry. Feed me! Hahaha. Don't do that. Seriously, don't. After polishing off two bowls of Maggi, I had nothing to do so just for the heck of it, I cleaned the bearings on my skateboard. Dirty like dirt. Not a very fun thing to do. Changed the wheels too. Transparent blue wheels. Woooo. My wheels are made of water. Woooo. I just realised that I sound stupid having said that so forget I ever said that.

Then, I watched some bloody wrestling on the telly. It's been so long since I watched half naked men pretend to hit each other and pretend to be in pain. They earn millions at every venue they go to and all they ever do is pretend to be hurt or dishing out the hurt and maybe chuck themselves to the floor sometimes. I should apply for a job in the WWE. I can be, I don't know, Asian champion or something. All I've gotta do is pretend to hit and pretend to be hit. How hard can that be? Well, I can do the DDT.

Dang, I smell nice. I like the new soap.

I want to play the guitar but I'm lazy to set shit up. The guitar next to me has got no strings. Bummed. Totally bummed. I honestly don't think I should be blogging now. Not in the mood but here I am, typing away like there's no tomorrow or later or maybe next week.

Baky can run for president with the support she has. Read her blog, peeps. It is as interesting as interests go. It's constantly updated too. Which is good. People have got to update more often! Do you know that you can actually improve your language skills by practising? Read more too. Just don't read the wrong stuff. You can once in a while to get kicks from correcting the grammaticl errors in your mind though. It never hurts.

I should go out and enjoy the sun more. On an average day, I spend 5 minutes in the sun daily. Nothing more. Sometimes less.

Boi_handsome should really get a better alias. Like, why use fucking boi_handsome of all the aliases in the world, man? It's not really classy, man. You get what I mean? Nama mat rep la sey. boi_handsome. Like whatthefuck? Damn. I subconciously typed "damn".

I should really stop swearing.

Ned Flanders can't swear. That's cool. When he wants to swear, some gibberish comes out instead. That's cool.

Why am I talking about random topics today? I don't know, man. I don't know. Seriously, I don't. I want to log in to messenger but I also don't want to log in to messenger. Maybe later. I want to log in now but I don't want to now. So I'll have to do it later when I want to log in now and I want to log in now. If you get those sentences, you're incredibly smart and sensitive. That should be enough of a hint.

"And Triple H just hit Aqeel with a steel chair from behind! I think he's knocked out cold!"

That line makes me laugh everytime. Ok, I'm not supposed to laugh. I'm supposed to be knocked out cold. I'm out.