Heavy, heavy metal. Really heavy metal. You hardly hear metal songs on radio.

This implies something?

It probably does. Now, for a drastic change of subject.

Bastard G is getting out of hand. Seriously, this is stupid. So much for the wonderful next generation.

Not like we're the best of all, but looking at the next in line, this is seriously disappointing.

Regardless of that, Bastard G won't listen. Ah, and the people who are fending for him? Priceless.

Now I seriously realize what Mrs Chew meant when she said that. I wish her good luck >.<

Very worried lor.

Still, worrying for them, and feeling disappointed for them, won't change things. Also, neither are we the best people of all, how about we work on ourselves more, instead of trying to preach to the stubborn?

How about we wait till the Mayan Doomsday Prophecy to come to realization?

In the meantime, we should live till the best we can.

As in, to be as nice as possible, I suppose.

Today, another job popped out again. Only for today and tomorrow. Thank goodness there was Ee Ning to join in. I don't know how else I'd be able to manage.

Thanks ah. Got you into this mess, again. :D

Sounds more worthwhile than before, was less taxing. Well, we'll see tomorrow.

May I be excused to nurse Bastard G's cut finger and my splitting headache?

Have fun.