How to get a hangover in less than 5 minutes, that lasts for only 5 minutes.

*beams*

Yes my fellow OMFG-PEOPLE-ACTUALLY-READ-THIS-HELLFEST people, I'm back. Sort of. My online-ing is now only limited to thrice a week. Shitfest, I repeat AGAIN.
And God knows if ANYTHING blogworthy would ever turn up in this sociopath's life. That being said I hereby denounce myself from updating my blog every freaking time I get my arse online. T_T

You can cry now.

And for some inconceivable reason, I'm just too happy these days. EXCESSIVELY happy. Frankly, it's starting to creep me out.
Jill, you have to agree, no? Your deskmate is WAY too happy these days.
Thanks to my jovial-happy-happy-joy-joy-mood, my ego just ruptured at the seams. Even more than usual *nods nods*

How depressing.

Alright, I was reading peoples' blogs just now, and then I came across my dearest friend's.
Terrence is missing????? *sad face* Damn him, he should be at church more often =/
AND HOMG THE PRIEST FRIED HIS GAYESTH ARSE BWAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHA.
Damn him, he's so GAY.
He says he'll name his kids after Sonia, which is kinda doubtful..because do they give babies to gay couples? In Malaysia lu.
Soniaa Boniaa Koreaaa

Lolz.

As for my post title. Urr, that's what we did for Interact today. We had to play this game where we undergo a few headspinning stuff. And I really mean it when I say headspinning by the way. We have to put our foreheads on the tip of a stick that's straight off the ground, and we have to go in circles for 10 times. All of us [ me, Jia Yun, Bianca, Sandra, and Joevy ] ended up falling over after 10 spins. Headspinning indeed. Guhh. Then we had to grab a small pea with a chopstick and walk on a FRICKING BENCH. I didn't do that lol.
So, that was deemed as as the "How to get a hangover in less than 5 minutes, that lasts for only 5 minutes." thing. We should do that and post it up in Youtube, seriously.

Before I forget, I need Rottweiller names people. And no, don't give me Captain FooFooPants as a name or any crap similar to that unless you want plutonium down your throat.
Captain FooFooPants and Sir Humpsawall.
You go hump a wall instead.

See what I mean by ruptured ego?