confessions that i desperately want to reveal

being sick suck (nice coinage, eh?). anyways, for me, i can't really tell whether i'm sick or not unless these things happen (and they did happened):

• went to the car park and found out that the car wasn't there. tried hard thinking where you'd might have parked the car.


• pressed 13, confidently walked out of the lift and proceeded to open a weird looking door grill. after an obligatory moment of puzzlement, you'd realize it wasn't your apartment, nor your floor.


• eating medicines: see i already ate that bloody medicine and nothing's happening. that means i'm not sick goddamnit.


• sean paul's we be burnin', the type of commercial shit that you totally loathe, kept on playing in ya'head all day despite your bestest attempt to get rid of it (which included watching 12 hot japanese chicks molesting a guy)

man, i feel like i want to join a stupid survey and earn RM100, like what leech did today.

and, oh, for you guys throwing mandarin oranges, don't get drowned, mmmkay?

p/s: if i died of sickness, you all are welcome to burn incense on my grave and ask for 4-digit numbers.