Nononononono, i don't wanna grow uppppppppppppppppp.

Nononononono, i don't wanna have legal/certified permission to drink/smoke/stay out late after 11pm. I don't need themmmmmmm (anyway).

Nononononono, take it back, throwing it back to you, shotput/javelin manner.

Take it back lah.

Meanwhile i'm wondering why my peers are all so busy while i am rotting in front of some white screen crap. Maybe i should get a job to make myself look busy. Or maybe it's because i procrastinate too much such that 'busy' stuff to do in the day are rushed anyhow-ly at night, such that i don't seem busy when i should be. Tsktsk. The night's getting on me.

Busi-ness and riches, makes sense.

Lordzediousandpeasbewithme.

Zz.











I should be sleeping.
I should be sleeping.
I should be sleeping.

I should sleep early.
I should sleep early.
I should sleep early.

Starting, 14 January 2008, Monday.

Yes. I've got less than 24 hours to start. Preeeeeedeeeeeeee good. :]