It's 4.35pm on a Wednesday afternoon and the weather is so hot I want to be the Chinese superhero that shot down 9 suns. I can't stand it, why can't that stupid guy shoot down the last sun as well? On second thoughts, that story is so lame I doubt it's real. They probably came up with that story after realising oh, there's a sun in the sky, so some guy must have shot down 9 other suns before. I can also say,

Once upon a time, a really really long time ago, there used to be 786 moons. A guy on Earth was bored so he took out his bow and arrow, and started shooting moons for fun. So he shot down 785 moons and ran out of arrows. Despondent, he cried till his eyeballs fell out. He went blind, and so couldn't look where he was going, hence he stepped on his own eyeballs, slipped and fell and broke his back. Now that he's a Brokeback, some anti-gays-mob came over and clobbered him till his skull broke. With empty eye sockets, a broken back and a broken skull, Guy decides he's too sad a person to continue living. Hence he bite his own tongue till it came off, and swallowed it to choke himself to death. The End.

There! I just created my own folklore. Now you know how come we only have one moon!

Alright, I've been surfing other sites for 2hours now and kind of forgot to blog.

Byebye.

4:36:00 PM because I say so