(i) Saya sememangnya rajin. Kamu ada masalah dengan kenyataan ini? :p

(ii) Actually, i lied. I'm not eighteen -- i'm just eight. And i like stickpeople.

(iii) Mr Moon was shy. Menyampah!

(iv) ...then the clouds got fed up and moved elsewhere.

(v) Then the moon said, "I'm Mr Moon the Majestic and i don't need them wimpy clouds. Outta my way!"
Then off it went high high up up and awayyy to... just higher up la.

I actually get frightened everytime i view my own neighbourhood. It's so bright yet so... quiet.
Eeeiier. -shudders-

The only noises you hear are the marbles upstairs (everyone has a neighbour up there who loses his marbles all the time); or the kucing-kucing miang nak kahwin (horny cats); or the yellings of considerate neighbours; the slushing sounds of the water in the big pipe from your neighbour upstairs again; your mom's snoring, and your dad's, and your sister's, it'll be so cool for them to form the Bedtime Snoring Symphony; my cellphone's noisy beepbeep receiving a goodnight text message from Ifran He-Who-Doesnt-Sleep; and now and then my flatulence.

That's really all i can think of today. My blogmarathon entries are slowly withering... why eh? Okay anyway, this entire rubbish entry was inspired and written by an equally rubbish person.

Yours truly. (=