Of the Owl
I am now sleeping over at Krishna's house.Wait.Its Not exactly a sleep over since im not sleeping at all.In fact,i am the only person who is not sleeping now.Under this roof,we have the owner of the house Krishna.His aunt is overseas(In Hong Kong apparently).And his uncle is nowhere to be seen.His sister Samantha is sleeping next door now.(Her room is connected to his by the toilet by the way.Really odd architecture.)Samuel is dead asleep on the floor,while Krishna is asleep on his bed.I wonder why he called it a sleepover party when he's the one sleeping.Oh well,i got bored and put toothpaste on his face.Didnt even have time to take a photograph and he wiped it off with his sleeves.Haha.Guess that wasnt a very good trick.Not very nice at the least.But hey,Im bored and you are sleeping.Wake up!Anyway,i am the only man still talking.I feel like i am talking to myself now.The king of the house.Weird,this isnt even my place.The owl which invaded a foreign tree and claims it his own.Yeah,that is refering to myself.I guess i will bathe now,and watch his Dvds in the living room myself.They are tired,and i shall not drag them down with me.Haha.Im always the last one standing anyway.Alright,the entry shall end here temporarily,and shall be updated later.Damn.Haha.Its funny,im not even as bored as i should be.Hmm.This is a million times better than going out and shop for Mickey Mouse clothes with a bunch of girls.Haha.Yeah.

Song of the Moment---River of Tears by Eric Clapton