BORING BORING BORING.

i didnt realise boredom maketh a man.

i didnt realise im growing old till i saw i think its wrinkles. i dunno. i dunno whats wrinkles. do all people have that when they hit double digits?

i take it as a bloody yes.

as mentioned i didnt have the chance of entertaining huge crowds on the actual national day because of standby, i ended up dining with my super dooper ultra gay specialists' mates. i see them six days a week. if i i ever turn gay, they are the reasons why. fark. with supported reasons that my bed is always a special gathering place for all to come and lie. fark. the so-called " kwui-sio" in coarse hokkien language. every night is terrible. i wished i could change bedsheet every hour.

as i grow older, i tend to be grumpy too. i hate spider webs. especially those as if it will fly with the wind. whenever it fucking flies in my face, i go really mad. really so pek cek and paranoid that more spider webs flyin towards me.. yaa i hate spider webs. its spiders' urine lah fuck.

more illnesses too. i just recovered from TB-alike cough. a so bad cold till now. sigh.

i think its time i retire.