I can't write because I just woke up and my thoughts are segmented so until it gets more fluid, it's going to look like my plurks.

I dreamt that I went to a Slipknot concert in Genting when I was on the way back from somewhere and Adam Celup was there. *shrugs* So weird...

And now I'm singing the traffic report I made up to the tune of George Michael's Faith.
I'm so weird. I love it! hahahaha...

My dad opened the door to everyone's room this morning and went "Elloelloelloelloelloelloello..."

I will listen to more Robin Sharma stuff becase he's a genius when it comes to bringing out a person's full potential.

Hot bath and serious scrubbing time,
Wash hair,
Smell nice
Food,
Sort out bits of room and do some filing,
Rinse out the dust and pack for tonight's meanderings
Go to Junee's

I want KFC Chikins...

Oh, yeah, and hello leaving-the-country stress. :(