I've given my life to St. Luke's man. I wonder if they know. Just exactly how much grey matter I've sacrificed for all the ahgong ahma there burning up my entire stock of midnight oil trying to dash up @#£$%^&* pub posters. Not saying that I don't want to do my bit for charity but... Srsly? Doodes does THIS look like cheerful giving of free will?

I've lost so many brain cells I swear I can feel my head growing lighter and lighter. The Cell Countdown is going to go on and on and on until one day, I wake up in bed and find that I don't have enough brainpower to remind me that my name is Jaime Liew Hui Xin, my toast is waiting for me and I'm actually a human being with a life albeit one that sucks.

Because yes, one fine day I'm going to open my eyes and discover that my grand cell count totals up to ONE.

I find myself thinking a lot about how life will be like with ONE brain cell. Chem teachers always tell you that it takes a good hard knock for two particles to react. I imagine myself desperately banging my head on the table in a last-ditch attempt to figure out the answer to 1+1=? and if that last brain cell happened to hail from my right brain, heaven help my math because I forsee myself happily scribbling down the answer, "11".

Imagine if EVERYONE had only one brain cell left. "Brainstorming" would take on a completely different meaning. To "get the sparks going", we'd have to "put our heads together" - hard - in the hope of getting any kind of "brainwave".

Metal skull plates would become a government-issue thing from birth. In every organization, everyone takes turns at "Thinking". Construction workers would find a whole new in-demand job, what with their yellow "Thinking Caps" all ready to be put to a wholly different use for the good of the society.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I don't waaaannnnt!!!!!!!!!!!!! *clutches head in terror* get away from my brain cells, all you!

I begin to sympathize with Magneto's fetish for archaic-looking bronze helmets.

St. Luke's what have you done to me?

AHHH I just thought of something - y'know how I say "I hold up my life before me sometimes like a torn and tattered shirt" - WELL I had a nightmare Saturday night (or more like Sunday morning) about how - how. The BAND(AGE)SHIRTSCAMEOUTALLSCREWEDUP. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH yeah and how the orange became a horrible peachy coral colour and how some parts of people's shirt wouldn't "DOWNLOAD" and so there were huuuge patches of white and everything and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH omtomtomtomt.

=X

There goes my childhood man. My only chance of ever experiencing first-hand the "innocence" and "bliss" and everything of childhood so I can contrast it against my pathetic adult life when I grow up so I can write proper novels juxtaposing childhood and adulthood like every pro writer DOES! Danggit why does life have to make things so difficult for everyone man. SRSLY. GET A LIFE.

Aiii.

Life.

Enough said.

JAL JUMUSAEYO.

SARAMMADA SARANGHAE!

HWAITING!

HAENGBOK YEONGWEONHI.

annyeong!

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