haiyor..

I don't understand why I bother keeping a blog if I write nothing in my blog. It's kinda frustrating that I have to keep updating just for the sake of updating, so that my blog won't be dead. I hardly disclose any information about anything in my blog, and if I do it's usually in some form of undecodeble nonsense. So people who read my blog (if any) will usually find nothing useful out of it, except that I am a nonsensical person who writes weird things. I constantly find it hard to share my feelings with people, which is why I won't tell you anything. It is very frustrating to keep your feelings all bottled up inside of course, but I never really tell anyone everything because I don't fully trust anyone. Which is why, (you'll know who you are if you're reading this) I have told you that I have built walls, and I won't bring the walls down because you'd shoot me. And I don't want to be shot at again.

See, more of the undecodable nonsense. I think that's all I write about these days. You have no idea how much I think when I'm alone. I'm quiet for a reason when I'm not talking, you know. That's why I am usually so talkative. Because talking is a very effective distraction from thinking. And thinking is sometimes depressing.

If Happy Pills existed, I'mma eat one right now. Not because I'm sad, but because I want to be happy.

herro

I had no idea that wine would affect your stamina, otherwise I would have thought twice about drinking that glass.

No kiding. Ran three point something kilometres this morning in an event that the whole of JB seemed to be attending. All that training man. All that stamina building. All gone la, thanks to stupid "Trophy" and complimentary canned chrysantenum tea and wine. Oh the wine.

Okay la, actually I planned to type more one, and go into the whole rigmorale of explaining the rentas desa in full detail, but nah I can't be bothered. I feel a bit tipsy from the wine (though I can tell you, I'm not drunk) but all I can say is that I'm very glad my nuisance of an asthma attack hadn't came and haunted me today. Or really, I would have ended up in the ambulance and would currently be sucking an inhaler in the hospital, and I wouldn't be typing this, nor would I have drank the wine, or the Heineken, or the complimentary chrysantemum tea.. come to think of it, maybe ending up in the hospital wouldn't be such a bad thing after all. At least I won't get a hangover and oversleep tomorrow. Oh crap.

Haih

Nothing more to say
No more ace to play