*dusts self*

OHAI!!!

It's been a while.

A long...long while.

One, I've been too busy *coughs* lazy *coughs*

Two, Twitter does the job way faster.

Three...I'm lazy.

It usually suddenly pops up in my mind that I need to update about Italy.

WTF it's been too long, but I still very much do wanna talk about it. Perhaps if someone could just help manage the pictures I'd do up a post pretty quick.

Not that anyone is reading but WTF, I'm pretty sure I'd have Alzheimer's soon so there...er...next post. Jyeah...

I've been writing *never seem to complete*

I've been singing *for a probably non-existent crowd*

I've been waiting for a reply...that'll probably never come. Jun oh Jun, Y U NO REPLY.

Anyways, speaking of music, David Choi was here. I met him. He met me. I fell hard for him all over again. I'm sure he doesn't remember me anymore but...hate me bitches. He was HOT.

We look lovely I know. Kthanx.

And then a couple hours ago, I met Soler. Fell not as hard but, almost there.

If you know them *you probably won't*, THEN HATE ME TOOO!!!!

And finally, absolutely music related...I'm...

*wait for it...*

*WAITTT FOR ITTTT...*

I'm inking.

KTHANX!

Shameless Post

Just cause I haven't been updating.

Shameless too that:

1) Jun Kung visited my AnD profile

2) Someone on Twitter regarded me as a Malaysian Youtube 'star'. FUNNY.

Thanks, Harinder.

3) Shoutout on BFM by Johanan Sen. For that, he's way too awesome.

I've been watching too many movies.

Not that I'm complaining. But the embargoes are annoying me.

Let me bring my friends to all the screenings then! Promise we won't talk outta the halls.

Pfft.

3am talk.

Just joking.

There. Updated.

Night.

Procrastination

I never liked packing.
Because I tend to always leave things behind.
Wait, I leave things behind because I never liked packing OH SHUT IT...

Packing started at approximately 9.50pm.



The room has been like a refugee camp for the past 2 weeks.
Ok, I admit my room is ALWAYS messed up. But further enhanced this past week because I don't make excel sheets or write down what I need to bring.

I throw them on the floor.

Things work this way for me. JYEAH

It's now...1.13am.



Almost done.

To be brought aboard.



1) Tales of Beedle the Bard, AGAIN (Thanks, FONG XD), because I'm a child.
2) 愛是永恆（當所愛是你), cause it's Chinese. By the time I read the first page, it'd take so much effort I'd be totally knackered. And...I...sleep. JYEAH

Now, I just need the sister to randomly name a few stuff.
At most times, I would have left them out. WOOT

Never Say Never

I kinda swore that I would not subject myself to humiliation of any sort when it comes to my hair.

At least not by frizzing it so much to a point where it resembles having my privates swapped with my head.

OH well...



#BieberFever

I'm pretty sure it looks better than this:



Yeah?

Oh shut up.

This is Intended

Due to unavoidable circumstances...

辭左職...系公司勁hae
喪Youtube, Facebook and 寫blog
間中都會執下handover嘅job *coughs* 蘇州屎 *coughs*
都好唔話得架啦...之前做到隻狗甘, 又唔係話有credit, 搞到我爭d冇左份bonus, 勁低落勁冇隱...
俾你bear完一論硬忍你對主你假到爆... 話我冇禮貌我都係輕輕串返你者...
學你話齋, quote: "Sarcasm is intended" 啊嗎...
博到咁行, 都幫你做埋d野先去旅行... 好乖假啦...

Rewind返前小小...
問我點解咁耐冇同你食lunch...
更係唔食啦, 傻豬
由早對都黑, 放飯俾d breathing空間好wo...

重有啊, 你d gag, 都算爛...
扮笑係種學藝...扮得多會走火入魔架...
呢幾個月逢係同你出都roll緊機...演戲細胞大增
不過...quote: "I have given you a lot of face and I have my limits"...
係時後食自己啦...:)

賤到...

Google translate, yeh?


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Apparently, the company urges everyone to go green by removing rubbish bins and coding photocopy machines so we do not photocopy unnecessarily.

ONE: Coding just makes us walk more, hate the practise more and waste more.
TWO: When the bins are removed, rubbish piles up. That's all. Oh well at least for me...it takes approximately 15 steps to reach the recycle bin.

TOO FAR.

HR staff swung by to snap pictures of our work station to see how green we are to date.



Absolutely the founder of our local green movement.

The Hiatus

Currently listening to:

Mavis Fan, Innocent

...HAS TO STOP.

I blame it on my current work station. Oh well, I'm always blaming WTF.

2 brighter notes.

Wait, one and a half.

ONE, I quit.

JYEAH!

The other ONE HALF, I'm flying off again this coming Mondy.

JYEA...hang on...it's a 13 hour flight. *cringes*

I don't do flights well. Where's the floo powder. Pfft.

Seriously, I hope it drizzles when we're in Florence. I'd kick my shoes off and dance in the rain. Just cause I think it's sexy. More love if a hot hunk comes along. And there's live music.

Stop staring. Leave me alone!

Geez, I'm supposed to be working #bloggingatwork #win

And before that, have you voted?

CLICK HERE > SO THAT POOR PEANUTXZ CAN WIN A CAMERA!!!

(Just go to the link above, see my video and click 'Like')

Yes, it's submitted by Evan Lau.

Yes, we're related. Probably Siamese twins past life.

Just go vote.

KTHANX!!!

Randomly, o-hai I miss you!

Also, I think the blog looks better with my awesome face.

There, Care Bears FTW!

Courtesy of Evan Lau.

Awesome.

Up, up here we go!

Usually by this time of the year, I'd be babbling about how I failed in all the resolutions made previously. Last year, I only made 1 resolution - to blog more frequently.

Which I did I think. GOOD JOB, PEANUT!

Partially motivated by money because in dire need of cash, I signed up with Nuffnang.

Hello random readers.

Twenty-ten flashed past fantabulously fast.

I can barely remember a single bitter moment (now now, don't jinx it, it's not the end yet).

Okay. I'm just saying, I'm grateful that I've at least done a bit more compared to the past.

- I'm still in the same company (rejoice!)

- I did not break a bone this year

- I made real friends, lost some (no wait, lost one)

- Attended a few weddings/engagements which made me tingle all over with joy *coughs* munkie *coughs*

- Traveled

- Started a Youtube channel (I still can't believe that the views are still climbing, albeit slowly, for my latest video)

- Entered a real recording studio and recorded a brand new demo

and...

I got a deal to fly off again!

*human wave*

New Year this time around is gonna be somewhat quiet. Because I can foresee that I'd be nerve-wracked (and stoked altogether) with the new opportunity. Chances are awfully bleak but oh well, at least I tried.

d^.^b

So to you reading, thank you for reading. Come back everyday so that I can receive my cheque from Nuffnang soon.

May 2010 close with a fucking roar and everyone have a swashbuckling 2011.

I like that word.

P.S - Wish me luck

Rocketeer and I'm NOT Spoiled

After about a million tries...

I got one.

Yay?

RT

Click 'like'

FB

Reblog

Comment

Anything that makes you happy.

Gracias.

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On a more solemn note, the parents are having a rather fantastic time roaming the streets of Penang then further up north to meet their friends.

Again.

Yeah they're hyper. And happening. And happily retired.

Wait...Mommy's partially retired...but...OH WELL...

I'm glad they're having a good time. REALLY. From the bottom of my little heart.

All those romantic dinners by the beach, the slow drive to the butterfly park, being satiated by the never ending hawker stalls etc...

But honestly, I miss them.

Because...

WHAT AM I GONNA HAVE FOR DINNER NAO?!

Hang on a sec...I'm not spoiled. I just dislike eating out.

*depressingly in denial*

Little Black Notes

I'm a sucker for instrumental soundtracks.

Ever since the oh-so-corny, Titanic? Yes I knew every single beat to the tracks, including the lines.

Hans Zimmer.

James Horner.

John Williams.

Pierre Adenot...and

The little black notes.

They're powerful.

Subtle. Yet convincing.

Like shadows talking. No words. Just presence.

That it's there.

Sometimes, we just need people like that around us, don't we?

Just to let us know that they're always by our sides, even if they don't utter a single word, we know...they're there. Watching. Encouraging.

Maybe sometimes a few words of wisdom if requested.

Too much and the aura is bastardized.

How much do we need to talk, to be considered enough?

And when it's all talk, with bare minimum response, what is it?

Beats me.

Pfft.

PMS talking. Why isn't my period here.

Oh sorry, TMI?

Oh, it's Thanksgiving, you Americans.

Erm...I'd like to thank the person who invented music. The little black notes.

Thank you.

It's been...a year

After an entire freaking year, they finally are releasing it.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1

Unless its disappointing (which I strongly doubt it would)...the wait for the final part would be arduous.

But honestly, another side of me wished it'd never come...or rather not so soon.

At least there would still be something to look forward to. It's quite sad to suddenly realize after more than a decade, the whole magical journey is finally coming to an end.

And it shouldn't come so soon because...

I need to save money for the tickets.

-.-". Damn expensive can?!

The movie better be good or else I'm slicing the sofas open, hear me Signature (Gold Class)?! And blame Warner Bros if that ever happens.

On a separate note, I'm pretty sure I spotted a white Barn Owl a couple hours back flying briskly across the highway into the wilderness.

In conjunction to the release of Harry Potter? Heard it's bad omen. -.-

But I love owls.

How now, brown cow?

*slaps self*

SHALL. NOT. THINK.

Think. Spells. Chocolate Frogs. Jelly Beans. Weasleys. Hedw...nono that's an owl...

*shakes head*

9 hours approximately till the movie.

While I deliriously anticipate the clock to strike 3.10pm, I shall sleep it off to welcome the epic journey back to Hogwarts. YAY!

Another Weekend!!!

Spot the EXXXXCLAMATION marks.

Yeah. The weekend was pretty cool.

Because I survived being Home Alone...TWO days in a row.

*standing ovation*

*sniffs*

It's a milestone.

A Peanutxz milestone WTH.

Anyways, weekend was cool. Attended a wedding, recorded a cover, played with my NERF, splurged on...food -.-, went for a singing practise and...did a DIY mask.

First things first...the RZ requested that I try out for the music school concert that would be held in January. Would need to sing a song, and today was the tryout.

'twas pretty fun.

Such delicate hands...of...Cheah Renn Zhern. HEH

She told me her name was Amy.

And before she left, the teacher yelled...'TINA! Your father's here!'

I bet her Mommy told her not to expose her name to strangers. Especially odd lookin' ones. MEH

Most of the pianists there, wore glasses. REAL glasses.

Pianos ruin eyesight. I'm glad I stopped.

Ok jokes. I'm a loser for failing to like the instrument when I was learning it.

Her Dad, would be singing We Are The World. And reminded me a lot of Suffian.

Munkie, if you're reading this, you'd both have such pretty babies. *less than 3*

One of the songs played. I flipped around and saw Viva La Vida.

Would volunteer to sing. Unfortunately...

My pianist.

OH WAIT sorry. Pfft who'm I to say that. He's THE PIANIST.

Round of applause everyone. He doesn't believe in looking straight at the camera for pictures. So...vintage.

HAH

DIY Mask

Got this from Bubz. Check out her Youtube channel for more.

Apple Cider Vinegar + Sugar + Green Tea + Honey (MASK)

Apple Cider Vinegar + Green Tea (Toner)

So, if you realize that I've suddenly disappeared, it means I've done this wrong and I'd probably have turned into Quasimodo or some sort.

See you every Halloween, if so.

Pay's out.

Which means...I have aside a little money, to buy...random stuff. As a hugeass portion went to my NERF, I forked out RM5 for this little can of candy I found in Daiso.

I've never really shopped in Daiso before until Choo Ki told me about it.

Needless to say, I went wild when I saw this.

Also seen in:

Totoro

Graveyard of the Fireflies

Not like I can eat the colourful bites of happiness but...shaking them and hearing the klonking sound makes me feel...chirpy. XD

Oh and Hau`oli la hanau (Happy Halloween in a-you-guess-it-language)

Cover of Teresa Bright's Poliahu

If you've ever commented or liked any of the random videos that I've posted, you rock!

Mahalo Nui Loa!

The Little Excitements

I'm easily excited.

Even the doctor said so, hence, the fluctuating blood pressure.

Weakling.

Words are powerful.

Papers feel real.

Words on paper, spell Vintage.

Going green has killed the romantic relationship between writing, and the excitement upon receiving the real copy with handwritten, personalised words...

The effort matters.

.........

Okay. I confess.

I had only 1 pen-pal (because I thought it was lame to get one as everyone around me was doing so. The ugly Kuntum times, if you remember and are as pre-historic as I am) and closer friends seldom wrote while they were abroad. It takes too much time.

So getting this from Cape Town is pretty awesome.

.........

Ok I confess also.

I was testing the effects on Photoshop and the camera.

Pfft.

This is a totally random post.

Hang on, oh yes, hand written materials...

ARE romantic.

I Can Cook

Currently listening to:

David Choi, Only You

I just realized I am indeed a spoiled kid.

Because I never thought of it to be difficult to make a hard-boiled egg.

Now let me tell you this.

IT'S HARD.

I'm not talking about the ones where the yolk turns into sand when it's sliced open because you've been boiling till the water evaporates.

I'm talking moist yolk and chewy egg whites.

Like this.

I'm a proud kid.

I guess mommy's proud too.

*sniffs*

I'm Home

Feels like it's been a while.

But fact is...it's only been 3 days.

I ashamed to admit that...I missed the internet.

A lot.

*insert offensive criticism for my shameless internet dependency *

Not having Twitter, Blogger, Youtube and FB (ok this I don't mind not having) is as good as not having internet at all. China has their version of ALMOST everything.

QQ, BB, TuTu, Lala...-.-"

Anyway, trip was good.

Why? Cos I spent about 12 hours on the plane, 7 hours working, about 5+ hours shopping and the rest for eating and sleeping.

Wow.

Who wouldn't want a trip like that.

Pfft.

But no, it was a good trip. I need to reiterate that I'm proud to be Chinese.

Even though the locals kinda named me an Asian of all kinds but a Chinese.

Which ass part of me looks Korean by the way? Pfft pfft.

If you're wondering, I went to Tianjin.

Go read about it if you're interested. Cos I haven't been there long enough to know exactly which part on the globe it lies at. Yay

In short, it's massive. It's growing. And it's bloody polluted.

Locals were sweet though.

Stories about cultured-soft spoken-Chinese-people, wild-ass-shopping-spree, awesome-greasy-stinky-tofu and probably-an-almost-haunted-hotel-room-later.

Feeling a tad woozy from the turbulence. I hate flights.

But before that, one of my many best buys...

Bumblebee Extreme Socks

Not like I'm gonna wear them, honestly.

But they were going at 10 yuan for 3 pairs (thatslikerm5for3whichmeansitsrm1.6666666667for1FTW). Awesome idea to keep my pretty feet warm in bed, don't you think?

Hell yeah!

I Took You for Granted

I know...

You've been the sweetest thing ever.

Ever since I held you in my arms...I knew.

How you serenaded me.

Kept me company.

Gave my life a little melody when it was quiet...

I took you for granted.

Forgoing the fact that...it's been a while since I've paid attention to how it is for you deep in.

On how I've asked for too much.

But...

DON'T SNAP ON ME LIDDAT CAN?!

PAINFUL YOU KNOW!

First thing next month.

I promise.

The last song recorded before Tyler broke a limb.

Dreams of a Child

Currently listening to:

Paris Je'taime Soundtrack

Originally uploaded by Breakmould

Everyone has one.

Oh wait...some have many. Like me.

Be it, a dream job, a dream house, a dream pet, a dream boy...

Everything that's finest in the minds of a child.

However absurd it may seem, the reason to many of my childhood dream jobs were aesthetically simple.

And beautiful.

1) I wanted to be a teacher because I wanted to scribble on students' books and write brutal remarks eg. Don't you know how to wirte? Do 100 times. - Spot mistake. Pfft.

2) I wanted to be a garbage collector because standing on the garbage truck seemed cool.

3) I wanted to be an artist because you get paid to draw on walls.

4) I wanted to sell tong sui at the markets because I'd have endless bowls of tong sui daily.

5) I wanted to be a mermaid.

Many more...really.

See.

I'm such a sweet young thing.

Fucked in the mind.

Yay.

Fact is, these are the matters that grownups overlook because they are bound by the restricted bubble that forgoes the fact that, simplicity is all you need in life to spell fun.

And even if all in life restricts ie; Flunks anger management test at teacher training college, quota for garbage collector reigned by foreign labourers, artists only get rich after they die etc...

THERE'S ALWAYS, Toys R'Us.

I'm amazed at my own digressing skills.

All I wanted to talk about is that, Toys R'Us is definitely not a place for kids only. Unleash that 7-year old self of yours and understand the true meaning of heaven within the store.

I found mine.

I finally know what the freaking red-3D-camera-that-can-slot-in-round-films is called and...I NOW OWN IT...AGAIN!

It's called a View-Master.

And the white piece is a reel. -.-"

Now now, don't come telling me you've known it all along. *covers ears and runs*. I've been searching long enough and I shall take credit for my strength and perseverance.

I'm still missing some Casper reels. So if anyone out there is nice enough to donate a couple pieces to me, I'm pretty sure the angels will shower you with infinite love.

Now, excuse me while I pamper myself with the utmost old-school but gratifying toy of all time.

My View Master + Peter Pan reels.

P.S - I still want very much to be a mermaid.

P.P.S - I should get the NERF too. Soon. Alpha Trooper perhaps? Or the Recon CS-6?! Just to trump King Hao's.

With glowing darts. YEAH BABY!

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So if you're wondering why I do these stuff,

1) I'm free

2) I'm just weird like that.

Click away. Fankew.

And so...it's September

Music playing: Try to Remember

Try to remember the kind of September; When life was slow and oh, so mellow.

Try to remember the kind of September; When grass was green and grain was yellow.

Try to remember...what you've done the past year.

In fact...try remembering what's worth mentioning your entire life to date.

I constantly engage in such conversations with close friends. And mostly, our answers would be:

Nothing.

Oh wait, not generalizing. I'm talking about me. If you do know what the heck you're doing currently and love it, congratulations. You're definitely an odd one out.

Question here. Has it been scripturally written that our journey in life should be dictated in a certain way and whoever goes off course shall be shunned and banished from the lights of normalcy?

Is it abnormal to feel delirious when something out of the expectations of our parents or even when a somewhat totally absurd idea comes to mind, you have this tremendously strong urge to do it SO you just shut your senses away from what only the rest of the world think is right and just friggin do it?

Yeah. And I bet most of you would be piling up self-convincing excuses as to why they can't be done. Mostly related to money, time, work and pfft...parents. Oh wait...I'm talking about me, again.

What happened to all those adventurous dreams we had when we were little?

No, not those, 'I wanna be a doctor'. Or '...a farmer', kinda dreams. Those are for dorks. I'm saying those outrageous ones like backpacking around India or hiking up Bukit Jelutong and swimming across Lake Titiwangsa?!

-.-". See. Outrageously lame. But yes, I haven't done it yet.

Say all you want that I'm in denial, but there's still a couple months to go before I officially turn 24. And I'm hating myself for recurrently harping on the fact that I am bored and need to do something...something besides eating, working and lazing the weekends off cos I have worked hard enough on weekdays and I deserve it.

Loser.

So there...I'm making a list of things that I'd wanna do. Thoughtfully to be completed by the end of year 2010, and hopefully I do not have to draw yet another conclusion to...another mundane year.

It's like building blocks of Legos from your childhood.

Never know what it'd turn out to be but then the process is fun, right?! Getting all the hinges together...forming something unknowingly and then WHAM! You get a 5-coloured staircase?!

Ok who am I kidding. I never liked Legos, I've been watching too much WongFu stuff.

N-E-ways, have a look at my list, share yours, maybe we can combine and make the remaining quarter of 2010 more colourful, aiii?!

1) Rock climbing - Everyone's been telling me how they can't lift their own bodies up. D'OH! Of course you can't. You need supporting elements like rocks, gears and finesse for it to happen. I'm so going with my once-dislocated arm. *throws fist*

2) Bungee jumping - Ok...erm...I'll do it.

3) Pick up strumming skills again. And put Tyler to good use. (Probably get a teacher...HEH)

4) Make...more videos to irritate people and have them constantly wonder why I'm weird?

5) Wakeboard again.

6) Surf on that new Lagoon platform.

7) At least ONE trip to a beach. Even if...it's to PD. Yeah I'm simple liddat.

9) Bukit Tinggi anyone?

8) Write a song? Pfft okay who'm I kidding...

Okay there are many more random thoughts in my mind that, I'm pretty sure, will not be done this year like...flying to the states and fucking a random Hawaiian on the Oahu beach.

Just saying.

At least I know at our next high-school gathering (which I only attended once *shy*), it wont' be all about boyfriends, the non-existent excitement at work and...how fat I've become.

This is a post randomly done...to honour the change of my header.

Really...just saying.

The long awaited...

Currently listening to:

David Choi, By My Side

Cameron Highlands was fantabulous.

It was near crazy if not for the constant rain. Nevertheless, it's ze best by far (okay the best was 20 years back so...don't exactly remember).

We actually all came back with a post-Camerons depression.

Great.

And not to mention that, the strawberry popsicles are running out already.

Daym.

All the flowers were as big as my face. And considering the massive size of my face, the flowers...ARE HUGE.

What?

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Okay.

I'm lazy to blog.

It's Saturday afternoon and I should be out in the garden getting a tan.

Who am I kidding.

But no, I want a tan.

To Closest Life-Threatening Encounter

Hear this question.

What's the closest encounter that you've had with CRAP but your own?

Or your dog...

Cat...

Fish...

Animals aside.

I meant...HUMAN. CRAP.

So this is my story.

I love rainy nights. Like it's the only reason I'd go to bed early.

Seriously...as early as...midnight. *WOW*

Anyway, it's an entirely different story now.

Whenever dark clouds gather and strong wind blows, a stabbing chill runs down my spine.

Because whenever it pours now, it floods.

No, not your regular flood where it comes and goes, go clean the porch and end of story. Go to bed. You're safe.

NO!

It's one where murky brown, stinking water gushes from all the holes available surrounding your tiny little house and before you know it, you're immersed in shit.

Not kidding.

It happened on Monday and I came home from work with buckets of shit water collected from the overflowing toilet bowls.

And yesterday, it started pouring too and within seconds, we saw shit level rising again. The neighbours' houses were knee-deep. Natnat said the roads leading to our neighbourhood was like an open sea and there were stalled cars everywhere, tolled away by trucks and brigades.

Shit...is still fine. Honestly, I'll just tell myself it's mud and probably barf a couple times while cleaning, spray it off with clean water and it's all good.

No. The flood, washes giant sized centipedes and roaches all the way from Madagascar. You don't even need to go to the butterfly park or bird park or worm park to see all these mother fucking hugeass creatures. Just wait for the flood and whoala!!

Daddy raised it a couple years back. Or else, the house = submarine in crap water.

Bathoom. Almost reaching the centre of my shin.

The backyard. It's like a slightly messy garden with grass and sometimes chickens.

The chickens were missing. I think the centipedes ate them.

Another view of the backyard. Looks like a river doesn't it. Like you can almost ride a bloody sampan on it.

Porch. Hates.

Dear Town Council,

Do you know how many kids there are in this area and they've got to miss school every time some fucked up crap like this happens because it comes so fast everything to be used in class is wet?

Do you know how many old folks there are in this area that need to step into the icy cold crap water, bend over and scoop them outta their drowning houses instead of curling under warm sheets on a cool rainy night?

DO YOU KNOW CENTIPEDES ARE QUITE POISONOUS?!

So if that unknown neighbourhood can divert their flood water to our area and then flooding the entire town area, can we do the same and ensure that it flows right into your bloody skull in order for you to realize that...some massive...epidemic is happening here?!

Okay exaggerated but...YEAH THIS IS A PROBLEM YOU BLOCKHEADS!

Gah.

Please don't rain tonight.

Shit water is not very fun to play in.

You're Not in Neverland

Currently listening to:

Kate-Miller Heidke, Curiouser

I'm always paranoid.

At everything.

No, seriously. Everything.

Also, things tend to linger in my mind when I'm disturbed about certain facts about human nature.

Like why some people are so rich but they don't buy me food.

Or...as simple as...why can't some people grow.

Honestly, it bothers me that I need to be make effort to initiate and sustain a conversation.

It bothers me that there is no sense of understanding within you that responsibilities at work do not end at the strike of 6pm.

It totally bothers me that you have not grown and still are a year behind time.

My patience level is running low.

With your constant random harpings, I will only bear until...

Nola you don't even wanna unleash the other side of me. Just don't la ok. DON'T.

And just try...I'm not saying you have to but...TRY to use a little of that brain cells of yours. It has been confined for a little too long.