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’m tired of writing. I’m tired of trying to make myself amusing to an audience I don’t even know whether are listening. I don’t like writing for myself. I already know what I’m thinking; I don’t need the words spelt out before me, I don’t care about ur day, I don’t care if you ate a chocolate or a mint, if you met mr. mickey mouse or danced around a banana tree with Donald duck. I’m so damn SIAN. Understand the meaning of Sian? It’s a condition whereby you are so whooping scrunched up and splat out. Bloody hell, I need a Prozac. Anybody know where I cn buy cheap Prozac?
