i'm really satisfied with myself today. or was it yesturday? either ways, i was/am satisfied with myself. i managed to complete everything i planned to do, and to me it was a big acomplishment (although it wasn't really fully done) as i am a complete slacker and procrastinator. the fact that i acomplished the things i want to do in a day makes me very happy.

i'm beginning to write again. not the usual poetry and lyrics i do, the long type of stories. i seem to run out of 'plot bunnies' and it's hard to scrape an intersting plot especially when you want to focus on humor. god, it's so hard to be funny, especially when you try very hard to be.

anyway, i just had steamboat with my family and get this, the steamboat comes with chicken rice. i think i fed myself to the glutton cause it was horribly delicious. the place was pretty cool cause it lasted for more than 10 years and they were selling lottery and there was this lady (i think) was shouting something like 'ma pi oh.'

oh, and about the entry where i talked about death just now? sometimes i scare myself.

and sometimes, i wonder whether i'm a sadist.