I'd rather not think about it. No, no, don't think about it.

Damn those 2 farts. So noisy. Splitting headache. Shut the hell up man. Shut it. Shut up.

I think I'm crazy. I think I'm about to go mad. I wanna blog about something but I dunno what. Did you guys watch Anger Management? The one with Adam Sandler and Jack Nicholson? Yah, that one... I think I'm suffering from what Adam Sandler's character was suffering... Let me go and find out what it is called.

Gimme a minute. *searching Google...*

Ok, it's called Unexpressed Anger. I dun think this is the correct term they used in the movie but oh well, somethin like that lah. It's worse than Expressed Anger. I don't even have to explain, so you guys should know what it means.

And ironically, I only get this during working hours. Hmm...

Eve, gimme one more year and I'll join you. If not, I'll open a bra shop with Ayu.

I feel like life has come to an end but time is still moving...



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