Ok, finally got around to changing the introduction text. But as you can see, I'm too sianz to write a proper one, so am going to blabber on in hopes that you will get an idea of what sort of person I am by guessing. Yeah, the format of this blog is crap. I haven't got around to fixing it. Later lah.. Much later...
I named tis entry 12.5 coz i dn't like e no 13. so i am doing it like e hotels so as 2 avoid it. hehehe. i've been sick e last couple of days with a blimming flue. bleh. Some ppl cn't tell when they r sick unless they r half dead, but i can always tell when i'm going 2 b sick or am sick. Its by e way my brain feels as if its wadded up in cotton wool. i'll feel as if i'm under anesthetic, not that i actually knw how tat really feels like since i hve nvr really had tat experience. When i'm sick i feel like taking a drill n drilling a hole into my skull so as 2 pull all tat cotton wool out. Just like when i hve a stomach ache i feel like digging a hole into my abdomen 2 dig out e offending organ. Of course i knw tat i wld die if i really go ahead n do those stuff. Its like tat urge ppl gt 2 jump down when they look down from a high area. They r nt really going 2 jump down or anything. its just an urge.
