Morning, mom asked me if i felt any tremors last night,

and i went like "Last nite got tremor ah?"
She went like "8.2 leh"
and i went like "Where?"
She went like "Donno."
and i went like "8.2 very serious leh."
She went like "Last night brother asked you whether you felt it, and you mumbled something."
and i went like "I did? What did i say?"
She went like "Donno."

Couldn't my brother atleast have woke me up to ask me a question? Instead he chooses to ask a piece of meat lying there on the bed. Surprisingly, the meat actually does respond, not that i remember any of the events that transpired last night. But then again, i think i'll be pretty pissed if someone wakes me up to ask if i felt a tremor which i didn't feel. Oh well...

I guess aliens from outerspace could have come, abducted me, used me as a basketball, bouncing me off walls and ground, shooting me through the loops while doing that Sexyblogger thing which Michael Jordan did ages back, and i'll probably have mumbled "Eat dog alive", never leaving slumberland.