'cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend 'till you break
'cause it's all you can take

- Stand, Rascal Flatts

I adore this song, but I really hope the singer's name is a mere nickname. because which self-respecting parents will name their son Rascal.

I was just kidding. I'm in need of laughter. &why do I sense nostalgic?
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I feel like yelling at someone, peeling their skin off, throw them into the oven and watch how it will be baked. And then I'll take it out after 15minutes and shall happily put some whipped cream (which reminds me I forgot to mention I'll whip that person to a state of unconsciousness) on them. After that, I'll pick up a box enough to fit and will try all means to get that baked body into it which then I'll tie it up with the skin I peeled off.

Who do I owe birthday presents?

Oh yeah, Lianchoo & Jasmine.

I've already got Jasmine's, and it's still sitting somewhere in the corner of my house perhaps culturing bacteria. But I'm not retarded enough to forget which corner it is. I do know a little bit of fengshui, y'know? Ah, of course you don't.

And I shall present the lovely present that I will spend a lot of time and effort on to Lianchoo and I owe no one birthday presents.

I digress too much.