Here i am again.

Here i am again staring at this laptop of mine. Thinking of what to write, and nothing comes out. Here i am again typing all this stuff up in hope that i wouldn't press and hold onto the Delete key and tell myself to shove it all. Here i am again considering if i should write about how i had roti canai for buka puasa because i wanted it, instead of the usual fare from the bazaar and that the wife had an awesome buka puasa buffet at the Trader's Hotel. Here i am again thinking what else to write, and maybe i should do something blog-worthy, then blog about it. Here i am again, contemplating to not post this, but what the hell.

Ya ya ya,

Fasting. Actually, since everyone is posting about how Ramadhan is going along, I think i'll pass. Let's talk about something else. Like, how things has been. Looks like this blog is turning into a diary. Screw that. Well i do wanna write something, but i just don't know what to write. Did you enjoy that little Superman story? I enjoyed writing that one, so maybe i'll write more random stuff. Well this is random. There. Done.

Why Superman wears his red underwear on the outside

One fine day Clark Kent was walking around his parents' farm when lo and behold he found a pair of dirty red underpants. After looking around and finding no one within sight, he quickly grabbed the red underpants and ran as fast as he can (which is really REALLY fast since he's, well, Superman) to his favourite barn. There, he spoke to his best friend Charlie the Chicken (it's an uncommon fact that one of his super-powers is that he can speak to animals) about his discovery and Charlie demanded that Clark hands over the underwear for closer inspection. In excitement, Clark whipped out the underpants from his soil-soddened pocket. Clark, being Superman and all, whipped it out really really hard until the whole barn shook from it's sonic boom and exploded into a massive fireball. Clark was blown into the air when the barn door flew past him with such force, the vacuum from the passing barn door sucked his Kryptonian eyeballs out (Later he had an eye-transplant operation which he received donations from a pair of Siamese twins who was conjoined at the eyeballs who died during their 36 hour separation operation). Flailing in the air blindly, he managed to grab a banjo that was blown along by the sweet Kansas wind. In his daze, he heard the voice of Charlie the Chicken, fading into the thin air. Apparently Charlie was smashed into the barn door and was stuck hard into the barn door which was at the moment, hurtling very very fast, away from Clark. Using his super-powered ears, he flung the banjo towards Charlie's general direction, but only missing the barn door by a mile or two. Thus the term 'Couldn't hit a barn door with a banjo' was coined. Charlie finally drifted into space, along with the barn door that is now part of the International Space Station. Charlie's still screaming to this day, but in space, no one can hear you scream. Superman now wears his trademark red tight underwear in memoriam of Charlie the Chicken. The end.