in my pursuit to break my habit of being nocturnal during any holidays, i have to bow to the inevitable- i failed. my 10mins-ahead-of-time clock showed the time.its bed time. or shud i recorrect it. its past bedtime. dang!
chatting with yong chuen now. we didnt plan to stay up to catch the match later. but since both of us are accidentally high on caffeine, soccer is first in our why-we're-still-up list. but wtheck. the bed is calling me.
listening to maklah's n utt's blog's song. nice. n apparently it works as a lullaby.

anyway. to all muslims out there, happy new yr. tt sounds weird. well. anyhows. hope our year ahead will be filled with blessings frm God Almighty. Amin.

anyway. i just have to do this mind racking thinking now. i'm not chalking this shit up like i've got some extraordinary vision quest or anything like that, its not that at all. its just that im acutely critical of whats happening to ppl ard me. ppl change. rite? some for the better. some for..uurgh. irritay..ting.
Considering that through thousands of years of written record we humans have still not been able to pound out exactly what it means to be a somebody to someone, i dunno if i have the rights to talk abt it here.
ok. as u can tell. im talking too much. not knowing exactly wat im rambling abt.
somebody. tape my mouth pls.

before i resort to talking nonsense here, i think i better retire. i've set aside tmr specially for mugging purposes.hail me.

hail me?
shit. wat was i thinking?
ok. the bed has summoned for me.
im talking cockles.
bleagh.