a little space i call my own

say, when are you going to ...

*rolls the eye balls*

it's such a coincidence. so much so that, i don't want to type this post. but i arrived here to change a link so i thought, hmmm, why don't i conveniently type one post? anyway, it's within three clicks of the mouse.

which link? check the man out -> Javen Ong (psst, it's his life. don't mess with the best)
yeah, that's a word of caution.

so yeah. windy evening right now. dinner? where's my dinner? haha, yeah, i've called for delivery.
holy! my notes are flying all around the room. it's like a internal tornado.
haha, that's so fish. exagerrating things over the moon and the rainbow.

so you didn't catch anything fish've typed? well, that's typical. *winks

and fish's studying? why are there notes being stirred up by the wind?

oh no, fish ain't studying. he is just plain lazy to pack his things. that explains it all. it's a natural phenomenon/sighting/whatever of a underwater being.

and who came up with this underwater being kinda joke? who ? HUH ? WHO?

oh well, fish is hungry. fish is tired. and fish is enjoying every bit of what "wu ping dao" have to offer.




















any case, "wu ping dao" refers to channel five.

nothing spectacular, just wanting to make things seem longer. oh well.

*shrugs*

what a crappy day.

good evening.
good luck.
good bye.

realising how fun things can get; realising how dumb things can become...