So I find myself in a place of familiarity, sitting in front of the computer and spacing out. When suddenly, randomness hits me with a title: The diary of a traveling headache. It might have something to do with the one i was experiencing at the moment cause it didn't stay still, it kept moving about in my head giving me pain from different parts. I have decided to try writing a small journal entry from 'the diary of a traveling headache.'

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31st March 2006
Today i explored the part of Gideon's brain involving his randomness. I will never go there again. Anything can happen there and that freaks me out. I saw cows walking backwards and speaking portuguese to a duck floating above the ground upside down. The duck was replying in teochew. And then there were the clowns. Now, i have never told anyone this so diary, you must not tell anyone. I have an irrational fear of clowns. The way the eyes buldge, the way the face is all white, every little thing about them scares me. I ran in, planted the headache inducer and ran out as fast as i could. With clowns holding umbrellas shaped like monkeys over their heads chasing me. *shudder* Never again... never again.

1st April 2006
Today, being April fools, I decided to visit Gideon's memories, specifically on pranks he's pulled. What I found was a vast vault of everything from whoopee cushions to retarded nose pinching. I'm glad I never have to meet him face to face on April fools or i would surely be struck with fear. But I've realised this year, he decided to be more mature and not pull any serious pranks. He mostly went around doing the retarded nose tapping thing. Maybe someday he might grow up. Nah, who am I kidding?

2nd April 2006
Today was a sad, sad day for Gideon. I woke up and found a message on my handphone telling me I was suggested not to disturb him today. According to the penguKinG (long live), Gideon had recieved a massive blow to his heart. Showing empathy that was rare, I decided to slack off today. Maybe the boy's slack-ness has begun to spread to me. But, upon finding out what exactly it was that hurt him, I felt pity for the kid. He was too young. He was too stupid. Poor guy. Well, I'm off to my relaxing day in front of my X-box so bye.

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There, letting randomness out isn't that bad. Let it flow out of your fingers...
he always knew the truth, just didn't want to believe it...