lately i've been suffering from what's called the writer's block.

yeah. it's ridiculous. how can you have that when you're not even a writer to
begin with? that is what people refer to as 'kleptomaniac'. or goreng pisang.
i'm not choosy.

i started as someone who liked to write. i feel that i must speak my mind every
now and then, to release the pressure, and to some extent, to repel the onset
of suicidal tendencies. well, now i'm just being hyperbolic.

but that all changed when i got a DSC, which is short for digital still camera, which is long for....ah, digital camera la senang cerita.

anyways, i feel that i convey my sentiments better when i put a pic. of course,
it's the best conveyance of sentiments when you put in an erotic pic.

he he...

i no longer feel like writing lengthy passages to prove my point(s).

i just post pics.

this is the death of the written journalism.

what? me worry?

f*ck it.

my back's been bothering me for almost
3 weeks now. what the f*ck's wrong with
it?

this is some f*cked-up shit.

the story below is an example of how uninteresting my life is.

so you see, this is my 1st yr paying taxes, and i decided to
do it online. i encountered a few problems such as
invalid certificates, digicert not installted properly,
browser setting gone haywire. i've been configuring
it out for the past week.

and today, i've straightened it out. i've managed to send
my e-filing forms online.

basically i've been busting my ass so the
government can take rm300.97 from me.

horey...

as long as you love me.

now that is a great song. splendid.






i'm not a fan, if you're wondering....