why don't you pick my nose and eat the shit you find in it?

the monkeys have returned home.

i ate something bad for lunch.

i'm just, blah.

nothing goes on with my life. no mind-blowing, earth-shattering news.

it's a good thing.

but as bland as the porridge you buy from the chicken rice stall.

but i prefer porridge to stingray curry.

by far. by far.

new project: Peace of Tilsit

fell off a stool! i could actually fall off a stool, in the middle of recording!

next time i should just sit on the floor.

i can't fall off the floor.

can i?

i swear to god.

one day i am going to marry a farmer with big paddy fields.

it wouldn't hurt if he was rich and good-looking.

but he MUST have paddy fields.

and 30 buffalos.

my new moisturizer smells so good i have to blog about it.

drama's over and i can finally purge myself of iras.

iras is dead. whoo-hoo!