Chequie,

It's 1.40 am in the morning and I still could not get my ass to bed.

Woooooo is it just me or my cat is really laying sprawled on the floor? -.-

I feel like jumping out from the window.

Or pretend to be Samurai Jack using my penknife. *waachhhaaaaaaaa!*

Somehow I want to be Bubbles and fly all the way to Australia to stroke some sheeps. And dye my hair to brunette but keep on tying into two cute ponytails.

Well, maybe digging a 6-foot deep ground will be an ideal place for me to stay for my lifetime.

Or maybe sleeping with my boobs squashed on the mattress will be my chosen position for tonight.

No, I think I'll be spreading Nutella on Marie's choco biscuits will be what I'm gonna do later.

But at the same time I suggested that I should go outside and watch Cartoon Network till 6 am.

Naw, I feel like climbing that tree right infrontof my house.

But hell no, I like it if I used my body spray and pretend to be Rob Thomas and sing 'Disease'.

.............

After effects of too much mugging, I guess.

Well I think I should shut up now and go to sleep. With neither of my boobs squashed on the matress or still allow my eyesight to be worsened further.