leapt through the year on a Friday

So technically this day only exists once every 4 years, hence, I thought I should write something, you know, the next 29th Feb would be 4 years later and god knows what would have happened to this blog or rather to me then. Maybe people do not blog anymore, perhaps there would be some new fab or probably I would have been dead. You never know... well in any case, bro, you know where to get the money (:

I slept for 11 hours last night, was so tired... yes from Mambo. Lovely. And guess what, I started coughing again, since Monday afternoon, and it just never got better, right now, I feel like digging my lungs out to disinfect. Urgh, can I be less gross? erm.. no.

Oh I mentioned to put a joke the next time I blog so here goes:

me: I'm too chicken to cut myself.
he: You should go to duck school.
me: Ya, I think I should first try on the Duck Tour, if I like it then I'll enroll into duck school.

Perhaps you are too adult to get the joke, it's okay, you are normal (: I just want to write it down. It's original. In case you are wondering what got us into that conversation about cutting myself, don't ask, trust me you don't want to know, and I'm not that murderous anymore. So I guess I'm tame no worries. No one is cutting anyone for any matter.

I didn't get to watch "There Will Be Blood" today ): wtf, left only one corner seat in the first row, there isn't much entertainment in Singapore seriously. I thought would be easier to get ticket for a person, I was wrong. I ended up doing retail therapy, how lovely.

Yes you are right, people put so much thought into life, planning and hoping, but life always throw people surprises out of the blue. We spend too much time worrying and hoping for things to turn out good when we have absolutely no control over it. So why get ourselves all worked up right? Money fucked everything up, seriously. The root of all evil? It's not a surprise at all.

Joanne has no idea how to end this. I'm screwed. I can't write in proper anymore ): please tell me I'm not getting more stupid by the seconds.

Love, piggy Joanne.