The start of yet another one of those days

Feeling | (Surprisingly) Pretty awake
Listening | 张学友 - 怎么舍得你 (My favourite song from 雪狼湖
Thinking | "Will there ever be a day that I can stop thinking of her?"

2 nights ago, something really funny happened. You see, I had my aromatherapeutic candle lit because my room was stinking of instant noodles after Mak and I ate in my room. After a short chat, just as he was leaving my room, I asked him to blow the candle out for me since it's nearer to him. He tried blowing for (about) 3 times before giving up. I told him, "Come on lah, don't be a gu niang. Can't you blow a fucking candle?" And so I think he kinda tu lan and gave a huge puff. Needless to say, all the liquid wax (roughly an hour or so worth) splattered all over the place. "Fucking cheebye" was all he said as he hurried over to the sink to wash his face. I can't stop laughing man. His face was covered with wax. Luckily he was wearing his glasses. Arh boh I tell you, we could have needed to rush to hospital immediately man. It's really a damn fucking funny sight as you see him frantically trying to wash his face. I'm sorry if I'm a bit mean but I really can't help myself then. But fuck lah, my printer and my cupboard also kenna wax. Lucky not difficult to scrape off. After washing his face, Mak said that his face felt damn smooth lah and that we should do this once in a while. Cock right?

It's slightly past 6 in the morning now. I'm still up, working on my IR essay, "Who won the Cold War". Sigh. I need my sleep. If you ask me which part of the day I hate the most, I'd tell you it's now. The part when dawn breaks. I might sound like a vampire but I tell you, I fucking hate it. Don't ask me why. If you know, good for you. If you don't, too bad. Okay, I'm getting lame and crappy already. Perhaps I should start on another paragraph...

But what should I write on? I have nothin' else in mind to blog about. Guess I'd just end it abruptly here then.