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statement = boxing was invented by gays. yeah sure it was.. two topless guys wearing silk shorts, fighting over a belt and a purse. hahaha. i got it off The Last Comic Standing just now. lol. most of the comics there make some unfunny jokes. like, you're listening to them, and go, yeah. ha-ha. but don't feel compelled enough to laugh. kalau Raja Lawak, lagi lah teruk. more like, Raja Lawak Bodoh. hahaha. but there is one memorable joke from there though. "Burger apa yang happy?" "Burgembira". ahh it goes sumthin like that la tak ingat sangat.


oh man. last night was a total nightmare. i avoid watching horror movies. but i end up experiencing them in my dreams. so it's like virtual reality; it's more real than just watching horror movies. how ironic. i avoid watching them during my waking hours, but eventually forced to endure them in a virtual reality setting during my unconsciousness. realistic gila. and this is only when i'm at home.

in the hostel, an acquaintance of mine suspects something of the constantly empty room next to mine. yeah, nobody ever moved in there. and my bed is right on the side of that room, only separated by a feeble wall. my other roommate's bed is near the opposite wall. maybe she knows about that tale too? or just feels a spooky vibe around it. hahaha. and this week, some workers took out the furniture from that room and guess what.. the beds are covered in dry blood!
hahaha kidding. no lah. biasa jer. but dunno why they smashed all the tiles in that room. so now it's just an empty box of concrete and debris. of course, the door is left w i d e o p e n at all times. so whatever is inside can escape. jeng jeng jeng. haha. yeye jer.
anyways, ever since i moved to this floor, everytime i take a shower, the shower always smells strongly of incense. so i'm always thinking that maybe some of my indian hostelfriends baru je shower there ke apa. but the weird thing is, now that the so called haunted room is kopak-ed and door left wide open, everytime i pass by that room of debris, that same incense smell is coming from within that room. strongly. how la. takkan the workers who partly demolished it were also using that same incense kan. so weird la why the incense is coming from within that room. suspiiiciiioouussss...

hehe. and that concludes another paragraph elaborating on one of the factors of my constant insomnia. tapi funny la when you look back at this spooky thing as a whole. ha.ha. i thought of taking a picture of that room of debris and uploading it in here, tapi takmau lah. nanti, like they say, benda lain pulak keluar. hahahhahaa. *nervous laugh*

heck. i'm spooking myself out all on my own. =_="