I'm feeling like a zombie. Ugh ugh. My brain is dead. Ugh ugh. I'm a zombie. Ugh ugh. I remember a time in Gippy when i was watching X-Files on cable (Free cable, comes with accomodation). At the end of every X-Files episode, there is this advert screen that says "Mutant Enemy" and shows a picture of a mutant moving across the screen growling "Ugh ugh". I'm a zombie. Ugh ugh.

I actually typed alot more stuff that would turn this into a rather sober post. But i deleted it, coz zombies don't have intellectual powers. In fact, they just go ugh ugh. Maybe occasionally scratch the itch in the bum, but basically answering ugh ugh to every single question. Here's a sample conversation to provide some insight to you on the workings of a zombie mind.

"Hey how are you?"
Ugh ugh.
"What's that you're saying?"
Ugh ugh.
"Poor incoherent thing. You want some money?"
Um.. yes.
"Huh?"
Ugh ugh.

And here's a conversation between two zombies.
"Ugh ugh"
Ugh ugh.
"Ugh ugh"
Ugh ugh.

Not very interesting huh? Maybe a conversation between a zombie and a frog.
"Wibbit wibbit"
Ugh ugh.
"Wibbit wibbit"
Ugh ugh.

How about zombie with taxi drivers?
"blah blah blah"
U-"blah blah blah"-gh
Oh taxi drivers can take jokes right? Please don't blacklist me..

Oh well, i guess there isn't much life form in this world that wishes to talk to a zombie. I'll just do my usual routine of talking to myself then.
Ugh ugh.
Ugh ugh.