Narcolepsy.

Narcolepsy = A sleep disorder characterized by sudden and uncontrollable episodes of deep sleep.

Awesome stuff I tell you. Imagine me spontaneously falling asleep as i'm walking.

I'd suddenly fall to my knees and lie flat on my face then snooze the day away.

Solution:

Red bull diet; anyone?

Burger.

The wagyu beef burger I had in Tony Roma's was so salty until I can FEEL my hair drop liao.

Initially it was still bearable, but the more I ate, the more saltier it got until I scared to put in my mouth liao.

It was so 'ham' (salty in cantonese) even from the first few bites itself I can feel myself becoming hamsap liao.

Omg getting lame liao.

I think I need kidney transplant liao.

Liao.

Question

Am I really that fast in comprehending stuff or am I just around people who are really, REALLY slow?

Slow to the extent that it gets to my nerves.

Why does it get to my nerves?

Because speed is about consistency.

Lol. I love that line. <3

Today.

Lets hope TM's High Speed Broadband isn't just a glorified version of their regular broadband.

Because if they can't even manage my regular 1mbps line, what makes them think they can cope up with speeds of up to 10mbps?

Well, only time will...

*disconnects*

EDIT: OH MY HEAVENS WHY DO ALL MY ASSIGNMENTS HAVE DEADLINES SO CLOSE TO EACH OTHER OMG. OMG OMG OMG.

Chocolate.

Check out the price of that 100g bar of chocolate.

And right above it in the receipt is a kilogram of milk powder.

Put it this way, that kind of money is enough to last me a week or so in college.

And the chocolate itself in my opinion, tasted above average at best, but dad said it was good, had a unique taste to it and everything, I bet it was only to condole himself for the price that he paid for it. :P

Lesson learnt! Expensive stuff ≠ awesome stuff

Random.

Jack Neo; Asia's very own Tiger Woods!

He has my full support!

Skepticism.

Here's a true story that happened to me early this morning and I thought I should share it with you people. TRUE STORY, NO BULL AT ALL.

So I was taking a shit in the toilet with my cellphone by my side. Don't ask why.

And just when I was about to release the 'mother of all bombs', it rang. and i had to 'postpone' the bombardment. Now what's strange is the fact that nobody EVER calls me this early in the morning, moreover on a Monday morning

I glanced on who the caller might be, and it belonged to a private number.

Of course instinctively I answered it, and on the other side of the line was a Malay dude who introduced himself to me with the usual formalities and crap. Didn't pay much attention there, still groggy.

But what caught my attention was him telling me "Tahniah encik! Nombor anda telah menangi lima ribu (five thousand) ringgit daripada peraduan yang dianjurkan oleh pengurus Celcom!"

I was like, OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH! x 13

Right.

Then after that he told me to go to some blah blah place to claim the money and he also mentioned to me about withdrawing some money from this SPECIFIC ATM located SOMEWHERE for SOMETHING.

That was when I hung up on him because:

1. If I really DID win five thousand ringgit, why should I have to withdraw money to claim it? Shouldn't it be him doing it to pay me up instead?
2. I asked him for my name and who is my line registered under, but he pushed the question aside and continued blabbering.
3. Even if he DID know my name, why call me Encik? So impersonal and unprofessional. You work under Celcom, it's not hard for you to at LEAST know the name of the person whom you're calling. Lazy pig.
4. KAMON! Five thousand ringgit doesn't just fall from the sky, nor does it come via a random phone call.
5. Five thousand ringgit is child's play to me. Pfft. What a disgrace.
6. I don't even have an ATM card to begin with lol.
7. Why can't you say the contest was held by Celcom instead of telling me its being organized by the MANAGER of Celcom? Wanna pocket all the money to yourself ah. Bodoh babi.
8. He was talking to me with a tone similar to what you'd here from a person who just attended to a funeral of someone he's close to. Shouldn't he be happy for me?

So IF it was real, I just gave away five thousand ringgit just like that.

Hoho keong hee keong hee!

Pathos.

Okay, so maybe blogging for the sake of it isn't such a good idea.

Because nothing useful is going to come out of it, and nothing out of it is going to become useful.

Much like the sentence above.

Tata!

Commitment.

To constantly update my blog every day as it goes by.

Even if it has to be about me telling you how awesome the Pork Noodles in SS15 (click!) is.

Mmmm. <3

Heh.

Due to the major renovation that's ongoing in the house diagonally behind mine,

I'll get free, unrequested, unasked wake up calls everyday at 9am precisely.

And that includes Saturdays,

And maybe Sundays.

HUR DURP DURP.

Hay!

Okay maybe I think I'll go revise my work on the bed.

Hmm, it's getting hot and stuffy in here, better switch the AC on.

10 minutes has passed

Yawn no.1 : *ignores it*

3 minutes later

Yawn no. 2 : MUST RESIST TEMPTATION!

a minute later

Yawn no. 31237881 : Alright maybe i'm entitled for a short nap for all my 'hard work'. (note: short nap)

4 hours later

OH MY SHI- MOTHER MARY.

Coffee.

Yesterday I had chicken rice for dinner.

But that's not the point here.

What i'm here for is to tell you about the drink that accompanied that meal of chicken rice.

Which was a glass of white coffee.

For now we'll nickname it as 'Satan's White Coffee', or SWC for short.

Why?

Because never have I had any sleeping difficulties after drinking coffee.

Until SWC came along.

That insignificant cup of coffee kept me awake till 5am in the morning when I'm supposed to wake up at 9am the same day.

Which wasn't a problem after all,

SINCE I DIDN'T EVEN GET GOOD SLEEP IN THE FIRST PLACE DAMNIT.

Oh.

Oh spontaneous thunder strikes please don't fry my computer.

Otherwise somebody's gonna get a hurt reaaal bad.

KAMON!

Edit: Listening to your favourite song with stock iPod earphones is the best possible way to torture yourself. Like listening to sounds that a banshee would make if you bitch slap it right across the face.

KAMON! (pronounced 'come on')

I'm having my midterms tomorrow. I'll get done with it on Thursday.

So long ok!

I MEAN...KAMONNNNNN!

I'd rather have all 5 examination papers cramped into one day and all of which are conveniently held back-to-back with one another.

Then I can get done with it as soon as possible. Whoopee!

...

On second thought, ignore what I just said.

KAMONNNNNNNNNNN!

Hee!

The belief of knowing it all but in reality not knowing anything at all.

That's not called overconfidence, because I honestly know that I don't know it all.

But I feel like I do.

This is called..

Umm...

Uhhh...

Never mind.