11:15 p.m.
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I was thinking about some jokes. I forgot them. I remembered I was in Singapore when Mahinda Samarasinghe's son Sean came. We were in the hotel, and we had earplugs because the F1 formula one race cars were so loud. We went for a walk, we did not █████████████████ we bought shoes, etc. He is a cool kid, he just made one serious blunder in telling everyone that he started smoking Parliament cigarettes first.
This is simply not true. I resent him for it. Everyone seems to copy me all the time. I start walking down the street with my hands in my pants, people see me, they think *Omg he is soo cool* and then they all start walking down the road with their own hands in their pants like me. Everyone wants to be me. I hate it. It is so annoying. It is like how after Peaky Blinders came out, everyone in England tried to get that haircut. It is really crazy. I think Sean is a white skin, so he has no chance of politics after he dad retires.
Unless he starts telling everyone, starting with one of his friends I do not wish to name whose initials are I. D., who also now claims "he started smoking Parliament cigarettes -- and told Sean", I will never let him join my future cabinet, ever.
I am getting sleepy now. I have to wake up in the morning at 8 a.m. to go to a Buddhist event with Thilanga uncle and his Hit-Tu-Wak-Kara (a Sinhalese word which means arrogant) fake friend Sandalal. They need to get me my big cyber deals. I will say, "Theruwan Saranai" to these guys tomorrow morning which means, "may the blessings of the noble triple gems be with you: Buddha, Dharma and Sangha".
