to kill a king

i have a very swollen left lower eyelid due to unknown reasons. it itches and is causing a dull pain on my cheekbone. tearing uncontrollably as well. if it happened on my right eye too, then i can pass off as a sleep-deprived heroin junkie with giant eyebags. unfortunately, i look too freaky now and have decided to quarantine myself till further notice.

i watched CSI and CSI Miami, my most fave shows on earth. (sometimes Oprah Winfrey comes close - as guilty pleasure). i am feelin exceptionally depressed and freaked out cos the episodes are based on real cases. and that just shows how terrifyingly morbid and perverted pple can be. and now there's CSI New York. wat's next, CSI Mississippi? now that's a funky name.

i onli do a few things when slackin at home - switching channels on the tv, munching any type of food found around the house (which is of bare minimum in my household), voyeuring in cyberspace, and taking frequent trips to the loo. so much for being purposeful and productive. maybe i shld take up yoga. then i can put my very Zen-like, spacious marble floors to good use.

i feel very bad bout my dad havin to work so late evrynite, and all he gets is a half-hearted 'pa, goodnight i'm going to sleep' from me as a welcome greeting. then he's left on his own in a dark, quiet house with noone in the family to talk to. except God, whom he seeks and prays to without fail evryday.

i hate it when pple are over-sensitive and suspicious. when they're so concerned bout how pple view them and their lives. sometimes, it's better to be ignorant. it is bliss. life is much easier that way.

i have nothing else to reveal. u can take ur leave now.