Blek |-D

Eeee... too much emotional postage in the last few days. Cannot tahan. I dun dare touch my blog now with a ten-foot pole. Or a cotton bud with alcohol at the end. Or with my incomplete DD3 project.

Everybody (and I mean EVERYBODY not excluding the martians in space or the cancerous cells I write about) writes faster than I do. Especially in this stupid DD3 project. I type out 4 pages in a week and other people do 5 pages in 6hrs! Wtf. Annoyed beyond return. And don't say stuff like I write carefully, BULL!!! I simply type out cincai-ly cuz if I WERE to write carefully, I would take 10^n years where n = number of pages I had to type out so I really wouldn't be making the dateline.

Interesting.

There is something so comforting about a boiling hot cup of Milo. Boiling hot cups of Milo are very reliable. You can so count on them. Just as long as you fill up your Milo tin before it finishes, and you keep your electric kettle in good condition (actually not good but in FUNCTIONAL condition also can lar) then you will forever always have a boiling hot cup of Milo (oh wait I forgot the durable mug (washed I hope) and the silver spoon to whisk your Milo up) that will be more than happy (eager in fact) to cheer you up when you need cheering up or to comfort you when you feel lonely and noone is around and to just basically keep you company lah for that 20-30minutes in which you are enjoying (savouring) that boiling hot cup of Milo by your hand. Always so friendly. Always so reliable. My best friend (after Ee Lynn lah, hehe).

Warning tho, don't drink boiling hot cups of Milo under a ceiling fan or the boiling hot will turn into ice cold in two shakes of lamb's tail! Not good (nor financially feasible!)(nor environmentally encouragable)!

Klor. Happy update over. Back to stupid DD3 I guess. People keep scaring by how fast they type. I'm gonna ignore them. That means all of you lah basically.