life has been very mj-y. i find my posts so repetitive, but it's a fact. i've been seated on a mj table for at least 4 hours for the past 5 days. i even earned myself a blister on my middle finger from excessive abrasive brushing (EAB) [shall be a new illness, and should be added in the medical books] of the corners of the tile on the third day. i had a plaster on since the third day and went on for 2 more days. i dno, my mom thinks i've become an addict. but isn't life made interesting because of such addictions.?

they ask how i am doing. i told them life is of mj and sleeping 10 hours a day, before engaging in the cycle again. i think it's cool leh, to apply such treatment to your already bouncy body.
mama got herself a spanking new car which has 2 extra foldable seats at the rear of the long vehicle. now, we 3 brothers won't have to risk crushing our balls when we take the long trip up to malaysia 6 times a year. but it's cool that my mom ushered me into the driver's seat the other day to see if i fit. mom, i know i'm short. but it's your genes. you happen to be shorter than me.