Technically, I didn't really wake up late. I just took my own sweet time. Now thanks to the freezing climate in the office I'm going to fall sick. In fact, I already am. Sneezing mucus, sniffling the rest of my life away and feeling so stoned and lethargic. I am so going over to DG to SB to buy coffee. I NEED MY CAFFEINE (and nicotine) FIX!!!
My other number is back online. The phone is fucked up though.
Did I blog last night? I can't remember. It's come to a point where even my memory is being whacked to hell. Anyway. We DOTA-ed and BF2-ed. Stupid Lizard King keeps killing me and then the bastard nuked my vehicle AND HE'S MY TEAM LEADER! But it's all fun and games. Screaming "run back run back!" when the higher level scourge heroes started hitting us with their cheatish powerish might.
I think I might just re-install WC3 for the sake of DOTA and MD/TD.
Wah lau. That shithead just said my msn display pic makes me look like miss piggy. Right. And to retaliate would just make me seem so childish. Grar. As if you damn good looking like that. Nbccb.
My first Starbucks fix in a long time. Maybe I should just overdose on vitamin C and turn into an orange. Work turned me into a zombie. Flesh-eating, growling/groaning rotting walking carcass. Unfortunately, I'm not as mottledly cool yet, which is unfortunate.
Imran tells me that 3 days is the maximum to take a break from running. Today's the 4th day. Die. If I don't run, I'll turn back into the bedpotato and I'LL START SPROUTING ROOTS AND GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE! Yes I know I amuse people with my utter insanity and sheer hilarity of randomness.
I will begin my project once FIVB is over. Woohoo! Sentosa next week and no office! Although I think I'd still have to bring my laptop along so that I can upload shite and type in nonsense and do work and the like. Look busy ya know.
Gary Jules's cover of Mad World has been on repeat. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I ever had. Sums up my moment.
I don't need anything more than this. End.
P.S Please make plans to meet up with me before I vanish for 3 consecutive weekends. ♥
FINAL RANDOMNESS COZ IM FUCKING SICK NOW!
Weird guy messaged me on Friendster. LIKE REALLY WEIRD. Wth. Didn't I set it private enough? All you see is my dumbass piggy face.
And I take it back. The new FOB album does not sound like that of a boyband.
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