oCCuPieD!

no, its not a toilet sign. its how i describe this night shift of mine. yawn. i am tempted not to write about it since its just plain boring and whining content. then why not write, i asked myself. i was tempted to look for a mirror and ask myself personally.

kriiiiiiing!!!!. can someone pick up the fone?

aiyo.

if i have a promise to break. this is it. i miss blogging about mojo jojo. saw her on tv today. arts central. dammit. day ruined. a seemingly harmless cartoon made by nice people now have malicious meaning attached to it. forever it will bear the stain of having mental conditions even a martian would find it mysterious. saw her dancing at my workplace last friday. i got a witness, the great ah lian herself. using out peripheral vision we saw this "cannot-be-understood figure" slowly using at first a leg, like drawing something on the floor, then followed by the torso, moving forward and back then sideways. its like those alien movies you see where humans try to communicate with aliens with body language. i was holding my breath the whole time. but managed to keep our composures as if we have class. ryt GM?

(announcing) CAN I GO HOME NOW? (X3)(HAND RAISED CLOSE TO THE EAR). twirly twirly twirl.......


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