i hate myself for thinking too much. in fact, too much for my own good. at times i can't help but to wonder if my brain cells are abnormally active. well at least i know vanessa is sticking through this with me. and it's nice to have a friend going through it with you, but i'm quite sorry that she has retarded-ly active brain cells though.


and shit! weekends are approaching. kids. sigh.


i can't believe my brother's 22. he's such a kid. not like i'm not one myself, but i mean he gets sooooo overly excited when he starts recollecting the funny scenes in shrek 3. he goes: "oh ya remember the scene when blah blah.. so retarded!" -insert laughter- ok seriously i think the focus here is not whether shrek 3 is a nice movie but the company he had. enough said. and yes, coincidentally we both watched the same movie today. i know what you are thinking. no, we didn't watch it together. if you haven't realised i said coincidentally. shrek 3 was... well, nice.


and if you happen to be thinking that i'm lagging because i only watched shrek 3 today, go fuck yourself. alright i'm not exactly in a very good mood but i won't apologise for that. bye.