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here's a list of things that when you flush down the toilet, will definitely clog it.

1. bar soaps.
2. razor.
3. rags.
4. plastic knives, forks, and spoons.
5. toilet paper rolls

the list above has been experimentally proven by me and my very curious music/philosophy major friend, kevin phang.

a good friend will bail you out of jail, but a true friend will be standing on the bathtub next to you, saying, "damn, we fucked up," while watching the toilet overflow and flood the entire bathroom.

after careful comparison, jen claimed that mine is bigger than david's. damn right.

david has my soul, but the one who feeds me has everything else. here's a list of everything else: time, money, car, laptop, life, life, life. she has not owned my ipod yet, and i don't intend on giving that one up. not now. at least not until i get some punani.

i hope one of those guardians people read this. you owe me two. yes, you. you know who you are. it's not very nice to put guilt trip on the new guy and ask him to do some favors while never giving him any favor. you say "illustrators can't do cartoons or comics," yet you ask a cartoonist to draw an illustration. and no, no matter how talented a person is, it's always a hard task to do something that is not his job. i wanna see you literature majors do some quantum and lepton-nucleon scattering shit. i wanna see the looks on your face when you realize how far down in the dipshit you are.

i am pulling an allnighter on a saturday night, and this is all your fault. if i don't get a better pay for this shit, i'd better get some respect.

wednesday is four more days. looking forward to wednesday, because wednesday means paycheck. it's about time i cover up the deficit. david was right: income before tax, unknown. income after girlfriend, zero. only in my case, it's not even a girlfriend.