i woke up today morning and sadly, the first thing i remembered was yesterday's emo post where my imaginary audience was shooting annoyed glares at me. but i shall stop all these nonsense, like what i said yesterday.

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i swear my handphone is as slow as emily! oh gosh, just three seconds ago, i received four overdued smses and i feel so awkward to go and reply them.

wells, my sister bought a new phone today-- a white chocolate. there was a free LG dvd player that came with it. you have NO idea how tempting it was for me to sell it and then use the money to buy myself a nice pink motorola phone.

and since, i have nothing else to blog about now, i shall go and brush my teeth-- for dinner. and fart till my heart's content. i keep holding back my farts because i hate farting on my bed. i keep having this image of my bed absorbing the fart and it will smell stinky for the rest of the week.

yes, i agree that was extra information but so sorry, i wasnt able to hold that back as well as i can hold back my farts. SHOOTS. i think i have to run off now. the fart is coming out.

im back. after a long time. because farting evolved into shiting.

but whatever, that, again, was extra information.

anyways, i'm giving Mission Impossible III to blog and to start on a story which has been in my mind for a long time. but no, today is not story day. i just felt like it.

while i was erm, doing my big business, i thought of a few things to blog about. but now that im all relieved, i can't seem to remember. well, i'll try to recall, but in the meantime, i shall just stop here.

although, i cant help but say this:
julia, you are NOT a freak. yes, a health-nut maybe, but NOT a freak. one can hardly call a swimmer and a smartypants and a crossie all combined a freak! that's just not done. fine, maybe you are a freak, but a good freak in a nice way. the freak that i am is not the kind of freak that you are. so stop making me feel like a worse freak.