Nyo- I'm finally back from my three day reluctant anti-online. Damn shizzle, those Malaysian Telecom busters [ or however they're spelt ] changed my telephone and net line, and promised they'd install it to my "Promin Jaya" home yesterday, but hey, there was still no sign of them. They made me go crazy with the, "OhmyG, I can't breathe, I need internet, INTERNET, COME TO MUMMY, please? :( ". Shoot, I'm such an net-addict. It's like I've just came back from a three day rehab from drugs. ugh,

I'm now in Brunei for a little weasy short visit, and I'm going back tomorrow. Surprisingly, I still have my e-speed here, and - hoot, it's moving REEEAAALL slow. I was packed with 58 mails buried in my hotmail, and it took me about fifteen minutes to check and re-check, then delete them all. Flick, my big toe hurts. Sometimes, I blame myself for being so goofy. So goofy that I've turned careless. It was just yesterday when I reached home, and greeted mum with the "HEY MUM ! you just came back from KL-Thai, and I'm here to ruin your day again" look. Then I started getting hyper, and danced around the house and did a U-turn on the pole/pillar, whatsoever, and banged my big toe right at the bottom of the wooden laminated pole. Who knew? I mean, I thought I could dance and do a beautiful, gorgeous, hot smooth-move on the pole just like those shmexy girls in pubs. Damn, it's just sad. And now, whenever I move my leg, somehow, the toe will hit anywhere, and I'll go 0.0 with an "EYYYOOOWWCH" sound. "sigh".

Sheesh, it's just a bad day for me. First of all, I forgot to bring my astro card back home, and now I can't do anything besides staring at this box. Secondly, bro didn't let me bring back sims 2 :( . Thirdly, I need to do more packing. boohoo". *cries like a spoilt brat*

Anyway, daddy's a year older today. He gets younger each and every time he grows older.