Very early morning wish for Mr Eastwood

I'm writing this simply because I can't sleep. It's about 3am.

Honestly , there were nothing but depressing stuff to write of late.

I badly feel like having a smoke at this moment, but I can't. My chest still hurts.

Yesterday, I didn't write anything. I simply can't find anything positive to write.

Can't keep on writing about the messed up Umno and Malays' maladies day in day out, can't I? Those stuff were already getting on my nerves.

A lot of the real Malays themselves don't really seem to give a crap about what is happening to their future. Some even worshipped Kit Siang and son Guan Eng as their saviors. Now, that's how stupid Malays could get.

Can't whack the Chinese all the time either. My mother may whack me back one of these days.

Write about the Pakatan people? Well, I don't think there's anything left to write about them. They simply had run out of fresh bullshit for anyone to write about.

So, how?

Love stories? I don't have much of those to tell. Except for an irritating Chinese guy, no other men seems to be interested in me.

Can't really blame them, as I'm getting fat. Passed the 45 kg benchmark last week.

Traveling? Food? I'm not doing or having much of those either.

 Sex? Haram.

Really blank. I better try to sleep again. Tomorrow, if I find something worthy, then I will write it.

Okay, for now, here is a cool character I wish the Malays have to clean up Umno,