Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Down with some cough and sneezes. Everything's got a woah attached to it. And I got a funny voice now. Haha. Just came back from 688 Western Food with jarryl and pants. Food is good. Ah, that sounded funny, pants meaning good ole paul chen, not pants-pants. And now with the rain, I'm just drowsy, with or without medication.

The long and tense and emotional and agressive conversations. Are they necessary? Are they necessarily good to have? Or better? Well, to tell ya the truth, I'm never a big fan of telling the truth, never a big fan of talking, never a big fan of anything serious, never a big fan of revealing what's on my mind. I try to avoid at all costs. But if they do do the trick, good for me but really, way too much trouble and it's like fighting a war, I don't want to do that again. Yeah, so now I'm really drained after talking for so long.

Ah, I have quite a few new ideas to do stuff. But I'm lazy. Later when I'm awake again. And a new operation. And interesting things coming my way, like pants's birthday bash, me and jarryl's birthday festival, sentosa, jason's birthday, ah, ntu.

Tired. Forgot what I wanted to say.