fuck that phone line, for that amount of boredom it has brought to me..

Nothing interesting these few days, the cycle just continues - sleeping, eating, sleeping, eating. That phone line was a real pain in the ass. Suddenly, I was playing more FIFA 2005 and mahjong than I ever played. I completed a season in 2 days, unlike the past where I used to use at least 1 month to complete one. Mahjong was getting hopeless, those idiots in the game were throwing all the tiles to other players. I couldn't even win at least 5 rounds after playing for an hour. FARK~

rare rare. weitang asked me to jog together. I jumped at the chance since err.. it was great for my health. =P Almost fly him aeroplane, 'cos i really felt like ZzzZzZzz ... I thought he would be earlier than me, scar-li he woke up later than me lor.. that fag. But anyway, still managed to do our morning jog la. Really no fitness liao, run until almost die on the road lor. Go back home, bey ta han liao, ZzzZ...all the wayyy~ The next day, we fly each other aeroplane. What great telepathy we have. =D

My mum was complaining of her Doctor's Day buffet that she paid $25 for and didn't get get a single bite. So she made be bake that pack of chicken poppers in the freezer again. I must admit this. We have been chicken poppers almost everyday since we ate it the first time. IT JUST TASTES SO GOOD! Its more worthy than eating that tiny weeny box of popcorn chicken at KFC. Just so crispy and tender. Slurppss~ If you want to try it, its Farmpride's Chicken Poppers. Deep fry it or for a healthier and tastier choice, bake it in a convectional oven. 220 F Degrees, 25-30 mins. Lie down in front of the TV and enjoy.

For some fucking reasons, that fag called me today in the afternoon. Must be someone at the shop trying some shit. If someone could inform this person, tell that fag to stop calling me. She isn't supposed to know my number at all. I still love the female gender, girls or woman. Its not that I am unsympathetic. If you want me to have some sympathy for them, then have some sympathy for me first. I am a guy, you are a girl, and the fag is neither. You can understand them, I can't understand the both of you. If u don't want me to screw you up, then stop screwing me up. I don't know whether I can castrate you, but I can still make orange juice out of them (STOP LYING, ITS ORANGES~!) So stand where you are, fags.

Maybe Bernie is right. I wouldn't want to die a virgin BUT, I would defintely want to die a straight guy. No implants, operations and oranges.

Nice work surgeons, but our earthquake-hit neighbours need the fruits for consumption.