Okay.

Yeah I think a lot. I like to think, actually. I'm not as bimbotic (ho ho ho) as what some people think I am.

I'm watching duo mao mao on channel U as I think.

It's not your fault, it's not anyone's fault. I just like to think that, sometimes....

I don't know what I'm doing all these for.

Everything. From the waking up to the turning on of the heater switch in my kitchen to charging my handphone everytime to smsing so much....

There goes my phone. Ringing again. Leave me alone for a while, won't you all?

I hate muting my phone when it rings, but it's that or hanging up on people, which I find totally stupid. Because that will make the person call again, and that totally defeats the purpose.

What am I blathering about. Out of point.

(Anyway, take a hint: when I don't pick up, sms me la! DON'T CALL AGAIN -_-''')

Oh wait, this show is damn funny. I can't believe the celebs actually tricked the kid out by telling him the show is over.

So funny. It actually takes things off off my mind.

Oh no, that won't work. The stuff still exist.

So where was I? Oh, I was saying I don't know really what I'm doing everything for.

To live? Cool. I should live more glamorously.

Heh heh heh.... 可能太现实了吧。

DON'T call. My. Phone. Yes there went another one.

10 seconds left for 躲猫猫!

Oh there it goes. 五月天输了！这样容易都找不到！

Sighs. Here I go.

And you're probably right too. I'm irresponsible, unaccountable, inwhateverable, unyaddayaddable.

Like, do you think I'm STUPID or what? Sorry to say this, yes, you have a shitload of responsibilities there, and SO DO I.

Also, I started out longer than you did, in terms of this responsiblity thing, not that I'm holding anything against you. But just watch how you say things to me.

I know you are busy, but you don't really know how I feel. Cos different people have different ways of reacting to being busy. You have no right telling me to stop thinking that I'm the most busiest person in the world and blah blah blah.

Because, number 1, I do not think that way, and number 2, you think like that too. Sub-consciously.

(Actually, that part contained a lot of expletives. I have to restrain myself a little.)

(Actually, again, expletives are quite fun. That is, when you hear the way people use them. Especially people, okay, guys, in lounge who are playing fooseball. I get a stitch at my side laughing at them curse at that pink little ball. Or their opponents. Or the plastic men attached to the handles.)

Where was I? Oh.

Sighs. I don't know about this, but you're going overboard. Maybe I am too.

Actually I'm very guilty about this. I mean, about everything I said. I know I can be really harsh.

I need a break. So do everyone else.

It could be OB and marketing's fault, ha ha.

But you know, wanting to care about people can be done in more efficient ways.