why i like to blog at nicholas's house.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDMUND. (he's currently kissing me, wait, i french with him for 1 minute first)

ok back.

lol
i wanna get drunk but havent eh


alot of things happened lately.
but i guess its just life..
sian.

currently at nicholas house.
we're about to start a threesome.

threesome drinking.
thats me,edmund and nicholas.

now i understand, i can feel. faded love because of one's past.
it just comes naturally i dont know why.
the past. eating you like a worm eats leaves.
eats you up
eats your other half up.
oh WTF am i talking.
Nevermind.

im not good at such stuffs anymore.

haha lies.

why cant you just give in to me once.
fine then.

you really dissapoint me.













well some people hear our status sure HAPPY one

it seems people just dont change for you.

shall have a quickie before i turn in for the night.

yupps. shall blog more often when i can prevent myself from napping in the afternoon and then get all my work done. yupps. projects projects. when napping and watching tv seems like an addiction, nothing seems to get done.

shall do a pictoral blog rather then words all the time soon.
at least it wont be so darn boring for me if i look back and its all words.
but well.

aiya lazy.

anyways.
if someone could give our lecturers some sex.
maybe they wont be too cranky to pile up all our projects in one go.


loud sigh.

I hate smoking.



i hate it everytime when you cant find a fucking lighter.
either you lent it to some fucker and he lights his rod and automatically assumes that the lighter is his after that. and tada automatically ends up in his pocket. not that the sucker is to blame but i guess its just a justificable nautral reaction between smokers.

i hate it everytime the stinking smoke just gets occupied in my mouth, filled up waiting to be sucked down into that innnocent lungs you seek out to destroy.

i hate the bitter aftertaste after you finished, the coarse disgusting dirt filled slime covered mouth feeling as though some pest or fungus is inside your mouth. seeping through your throat. you want to get it out, you want to clean it, you want to get rid of it and say "good riddance" but there is not a single shit you can do about it except popping a mint mentos inside your mouth. and yet you still feel disgusted, you feel like throwing up.

i hate the feeling of being cheated,
there are times when you feel like having a puff, you light a fucking piece of paper filled with wild grass and stuff from the roads, and you are halfway through your stupid inhalation, you suddenly have this feeling fuck i cannot finish the whole thing, either because your body is rejecting it or because its meant to be that way.
how cheated can you be, buying a pack which costs you about 3 plates of chicken rice or a decent mcdonald's meal. ok nevermind, the most infuriating part of the pot of honey is that you cant finish the whole pack, after you've just supposely taken about half a stick in only. its times where you're furious with yourself having make such a choice and now regretting it.

so after the first stick, you tell yourself, after this freaking pack, im not gonna touch this squarish disgusting box which strikingly resembles a large condom pack.
and after a few days, you're there seen handing the money over to the auntie at the kopitiam and in return she gives you a box with twenty filtered white paper filled with grass and shit from the roads

is it something wrong with the cigarettes i buy or is it cigarettes are made that way.


i hate smoking, and i hate wanting to blog a longer post, and yet i feel lazy now.

knnbccb

arghh too lazy to even do anything with blogs.
studies and projects ( tonnes of them coming up)
yupps.

too lazy to even blog...

maybe i shall laze myself in bed and because its such a hot day, i shall be a tyant and ask the maid to make for me 20 cups of ice blended coffee. too bad theres no pearls to go with.

i just feel like throwing tantrums like a small kid to everyone around me, and my brother would be the first one to get it when his back from home that is.

yah lah,
yupps going to the toilet to pee all my problems away and then lie on the bed. staring into blank space cause its a self declared holiday today.

and please leave a tag before you go if you come across my blog, darn self centered morons.

oh ya i was called a bastard today, nb hazel you got hell to pay in months to come, plus i got blamed for making the most noise in class as if i was the only one making the fucking noise. selfcentered fuckers, i dont see why i can finish my work with all that hell wrecking while you hardworking NERDS cant.

of to lay dead on my bed till 7pm.