<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/8738365811260511051?origin\x3dhttp://hallucinatory-episode.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
02 October 2009
Friday, October 02, 2009 at 14:01
i had a fucking bad day.
okay. i shall change it to:
i am having a fucking bad day.



i just surveyed 20 primary school kids. it seems like everything about their conversation is funny. they kept laughing. non-stop laughing.
and i got the urge to tell them laugh more. cause as they grow older, they'll lose this opportunity to simply just laugh and think of nothing else.
like us, like me.

i swear i got a whole long list of vulgarities to curse now.

i think i need 24 hrs or even longer to cool down.
to force myself to cool down.