Yesterday, I set up my blog. I don’t particularly know why I set it up. What devil had possessed me to do so? I can’t even think of what to write. I end up writing meaningless strings of words about why I can’t write. Stupid isn’t it? I can’t write anything personal here. It would be the equivalent of backstabbing (unless its funny). Would I go to such an extent? I’d rather be in the gallows. So now I have to find other things to talk about.

Look at the lame stuff I scribbled in the previous post. Don’t blame me. It was pretty early in the morning and my eyelids were starting to pay the price for being awake too long. Do I have to spew gibberish everyday like yesterday? I can’t keep it up. I don’t have Woody Allen’s wit to make it funny. Is it worth to start a blog?

Okay, to hell with that. This might be the last entry for this stupid blog. Every word I type is torture. Even my GP esays aren't this long. Okay fine. You want to know what I did today? I went to my grandmother's house. Nothing interesting other than eating venison. I ate three puny plates of fried rice. Not to mention one plate of Hor Fun. And,... Doomsday will arrive before I end the list. I have school tomorrow so I am terminating this vile electronic parchment now.

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be used against you in the court of law( or something like that).