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You know when a tonne of stuff runs through your head but you really cannot collect them into a nice basket with ribbons and flowers and possibly easter eggs and distribute them to the masses because you don't know how? That would be my brain right now in its flurry of thought, all jumbled up like coils upon coils of wire at the back of your tv and too lazy to unravel them...

I'm itching for a year of travel with limitless wads of cash right now. I see photos (Yes, Na, all your galavanting around Amerika Syarikat and Cana-duh) and it makes me slightly jeles. 'Slightly' being the understatement of the century and 'jeles' being the wrongly spelled operative word.

I've met up with some people over the past 3 weeks and will be meeting up with more. Ah, this summer is so hectic.

"Want some ee-che-krey-ahm on your ah-peh-leh-pee-yay?"

P/S have the letters Q/R in between them.
P/P/S This current blog is for the non-emoemoemoemo and the frivolous and the utterly mundane.
P/P/P/S I have no game OMGWTF?!