Well..that's about as much celebration as I'm gonna be doing tonight.
Watching the F1 always brings about fond memories. Not that I can recall them now. Thinking and typing is so hard when one is stoned. Mind-Hand coordination is totally non-existent.
Listening to the same Chinese song over and over. I just realized that good Chinese songs are usually about love, breaking up, love, promises, love, happiness, love. Chinese rap/rock/jazz/other genres are just not good!
My mutated monkey gods are staring at me again. One of them is hiding my bong for me. Everytime I talk about my mutated monkey gods, people look at me weird. I tried explaining to them that those mutated monkeys are just teddy bears that I bought from McDonald's a few years back. Remember those little bears? Yes, I have all of them. I still stand by my statement that they do not look like bears at all. Hence, mutated monkeys!!
***Note to self, post pictures of the mutated monkeys in the near future.
Currently looking for a new book to read. My sister has gotten hold of a copy of Growing Up Pains: Adrian Mole. It's the second book after The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole; Age 13 3/4. And after reading that first book, I have no wish to read the second book at all. No way! Still thinking of the next book to read.
Oh yes, Kimi Raikonnen talks like a mouse. Kinda cute but has a great potential of annoying you the more you hear him talk.
I shall leave this as it is, lest I get too carried away.
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