rock.

guess what??

















i'm hungry.





random picture time. woohoo.




you see, i was taking my afternoon nap and i just couldn't sleep. so i tossed and turned in bed for 30 minutes before i realised why i couldn't sleep. so i reached under my pillow, and found this:














#$%^&*!!!!!























hmm okay. you'd probably think that i am just kidding or something. the ginormous spaces i leave are for my readers (which is like 2 or 3 people, including meself) to actually think over and digest these little chunks of rubbish. then you'd find out suddenly like, "hey! he is kidding after all."





whatever. confused? same here. anyways....






























I HATE COFFEE AND COFFEE IS THE SUCK.















like seriously. it's like the worst thing that's ever contacted my lips. my zhui chun. it's like. bitter?? whatever it's horrible la and i'm never gonna touch any coffee again. or maybe just the 3-in-1 mix in the kitchen. it would be good if some cockroach infested the entire pack of instant coffee mix and filled the little "san he yi" packs with roach eggs. maybe it would taste better.























COFFEE IS THE SUCK. coffee lovers out there - you are twisted and distorted. obviously i don't have anything against coffee lovers LA. save for the fact they love coffee. which is really impossible and beyond our human capabilities. in fact i think it's more likely for a normal average person to like launch a spaceship to pluto than love coffee. which is so wrong. oh yeah, by the way i just remembered there's no pluto. which is great cos i makes the feat even more impossible, if not impossible. i rule.










rock!











it's crazy. i'm high these days again. rockkkkkkkkkkkk.


sometimes i think i'm a rocker. actually most of the time. when in fact, the only instrument i can play is the dizi.



yeah right. you should know i'm just kidding. the dizi belongs to the category of "musical instruments that i have learnt to play before but are completely foreign to me now".

not that i REALLY knew how to play the dizi. some china people are so zai, when they play the dizi you immediately picture mountains and those kinda china painting with some kickass trees with rapping pandas around them. then you look up in the sky to find the majestic bird making this beautiful sound and you see this stumpy bald monk floating around on a tree stump playing the dizi with his head cocked to one side.











ermmmmmmmm.








??????












told ya i'm high it's even reflected in my blogging!





and i found this in my freezer. apparently it's good for keeping my memory good. like you know, remember stuff. like where i keep my non-existant leather jackets and electric guitars. and the days i should go jam with Criss Angel??





wooo rockkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.




konnyaku rock. wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.




"yellow beings back from war at half strength" rock.























rock!!!!















i'm totally nuts and yay thankfully i'll be rocking off to bangkok for the first leg of my rock world tour tmr. so perhaps you'd be spared my rocking. but then again, you don't really mind do you??























ROCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!