Please be noted that this post isn't a conclusion of the previous article. It is just part of another piece of jumbled, incoherent sentences that Goh needs to vent out, publicly. It is hoped that my current readers will not react to these vaguely structuralised, not to mention edited, paragraphs with remorse or retribution, in which this particular author will be the main target of 'eggs with flour' episodes. Here now, I shall begin. For the first time in history, The Guest of Men Is without any Journey No more srtides Beyond familiar ground For today, He stood, steadfast and without shoes On the comfort Of his marbled floor In that sanctuary which is called 'home' Wahahah! Dear Brewmaster here was within his house 24/7! A record! A record in domestic endurance. No lepaking sessions today! This is the first Sunday I've never been out! Oh, its so immaculate! Everything seems unusual, yet casual. The ceiling is so peculiar, yet familiar! Oh, the fan is spinning without due! Never had i felt original wind in its most domestic sense...No more aircons, no more coarse, dirt laden air from congested traffic jams!...whahahah...wahahah Currently reading other people's blogs. Turns out there are dudes out there who are more sick than this current wacko of the Dugong Clan