Friday, July 25, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Beached Whale
Can someone please tell me why I'm on a constant search for food when I'm at home?? WHY? It's not like I starve at my hostel what! How come ar? T_T... I'm so gonna pay for all the binge eating.
***
Sounds of crunching leaves permeated the cold, silent air. Her footsteps came to a halt.
And she sat down where she always sat. Aches and pain. She was all aches and pain.
How she missed everything.
Like how patient he was whenever she threw her monthly tantrums. She would always be consumed with guilt after that, and make up in her own little ways.
Or how he always gave her hugs whenever she looked like she needed it. He didn't need to utter a single word of comfort, all she needed was him, by her side to wipe her tears and hold her tight.
The feel of his body against hers when they cuddled to sleep.
How he tickled her mercilessly just to annoy her.
His infectious laughter. His crooked smile that would just totally melt her heart.
His breath, his warmth which never failed to make her feel that every thing's gonna turn out fine.
How he made cute little videos of himself before he went on his business trips, to keep her company and let her know that he was missing her too.
How he made her feel that she was great just the way she was.
She reminisced.
She learned how to bake his favourite chocolate chip cookies just for their anniversary, when she had no clue there was tapioca flour and corn flour. She thought there was just, flour.
She bought a set of skimpy lingerie to be wore to bed, but it turned out that he found her sexier in his work clothes.
Their fights. Really huge, major fights which involved endless insults and curses being hurled at each other. Things that shouldn't have been brought up would surface. Then, regrets and tearful apologies.
Their break ups. Their moments of doubts and insecurities. Peculiar times when they felt that they couldn't stand each other anymore. Wondering why they became an item in the first place. But, somehow, they always got back together.
But not this time.
This time, they couldn't reunite no matter what.
She buried her face in her hands. Loud sobs now permeated the seemingly unforgiving, cold air.
As she sat there, in front of the stone that bore the letters,
R.I.P.
***
Sounds of crunching leaves permeated the cold, silent air. Her footsteps came to a halt.
And she sat down where she always sat. Aches and pain. She was all aches and pain.
How she missed everything.
Like how patient he was whenever she threw her monthly tantrums. She would always be consumed with guilt after that, and make up in her own little ways.
Or how he always gave her hugs whenever she looked like she needed it. He didn't need to utter a single word of comfort, all she needed was him, by her side to wipe her tears and hold her tight.
The feel of his body against hers when they cuddled to sleep.
How he tickled her mercilessly just to annoy her.
His infectious laughter. His crooked smile that would just totally melt her heart.
His breath, his warmth which never failed to make her feel that every thing's gonna turn out fine.
How he made cute little videos of himself before he went on his business trips, to keep her company and let her know that he was missing her too.
How he made her feel that she was great just the way she was.
She reminisced.
She learned how to bake his favourite chocolate chip cookies just for their anniversary, when she had no clue there was tapioca flour and corn flour. She thought there was just, flour.
She bought a set of skimpy lingerie to be wore to bed, but it turned out that he found her sexier in his work clothes.
Their fights. Really huge, major fights which involved endless insults and curses being hurled at each other. Things that shouldn't have been brought up would surface. Then, regrets and tearful apologies.
Their break ups. Their moments of doubts and insecurities. Peculiar times when they felt that they couldn't stand each other anymore. Wondering why they became an item in the first place. But, somehow, they always got back together.
But not this time.
This time, they couldn't reunite no matter what.
She buried her face in her hands. Loud sobs now permeated the seemingly unforgiving, cold air.
As she sat there, in front of the stone that bore the letters,
R.I.P.
Monday, July 07, 2008
..l..
Creeping laziness. Stark contrasts. Grunting monologues. Uneasy silence. Piercing numbness. Empty minds. Lost thoughts.
Sunday, July 06, 2008
It's a freaking Sunday & I have nothing but work to do
Presentations are fucked up. You know why? Cos for that meager 4 minutes of talking, you have to slave for a wayyy longer period to get prepared. WTF. What happens in 4 minutes I ask you? Walk out of classroom. Take deep breaths, amble around, glance glance glance. Walk back into classroom. There. 4 minutes.
Another pointless post brought to you by moi.
Another pointless post brought to you by moi.
Friday, July 04, 2008
HOW COME~~~
How come....??? How come my room mate is so damn hardworking~~~ make people feel guilty like hell only la wtf... How come she can stay in the room for the whole day and diligently do homework / study ?? HOW COME??? T_______________T
Eh where she went har. Don't tell me she went to discuss Accounts without me har T_T. Haih never mind also lah, I can't contribute anything also T_T.
Eh where she went har. Don't tell me she went to discuss Accounts without me har T_T. Haih never mind also lah, I can't contribute anything also T_T.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Scared shitless
When I'm inspired, maybe I can come up with more him; she stories.
Now, all I am is fucking scared k! OMG like scared till dunno how! T___________T
I hate this feeling. This feeling of impending doom. Feeling lost like a fucking sheep in a jungle. Damn fucked up. Nothing gets more fucked up than this wtf. Maybe other than discovering that your girlfriend just got knocked up.
By someone else wtf.
Oh God, if You are there and listening, please bless this child with the sudden ability to conjure up a good Economics essay on Thursday. T_T. I BEG YOU WTFFF....
Again, damn fucked up wtf.
Now, all I am is fucking scared k! OMG like scared till dunno how! T___________T
I hate this feeling. This feeling of impending doom. Feeling lost like a fucking sheep in a jungle. Damn fucked up. Nothing gets more fucked up than this wtf. Maybe other than discovering that your girlfriend just got knocked up.
By someone else wtf.
Oh God, if You are there and listening, please bless this child with the sudden ability to conjure up a good Economics essay on Thursday. T_T. I BEG YOU WTFFF....
Again, damn fucked up wtf.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Motivational Talk 101
"Life is constant suffering. So you must learn how to enjoy suffering." - (My Dad, 2008)
Wow, I'm like so fucking motivated.
Motivated to eat shit, that is.
Wow, I'm like so fucking motivated.
Motivated to eat shit, that is.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Yearning for Hair Free-ness and More Randomness
This.
Wa I also want lor can???? Damn ma fan lor those unwanted hair at unwanted places! Dunno what's their purpose also. Reduce friction my ass lah. We can function perfectly well without them what!
***
More random snippets.
She sat on her living room couch. Inhaling deeply, she stared out of the window. At the moving shadows. The trees. The engulfing darkness. The silence.
The light wasn't even on, as she didn't feel that it would make any difference. All she needed was to imagine that she was in a room brightly lit by the sunlight. It was pristine. The breeze that blew in from the outside smelled like summer. It caressed her hair ever so lightly. Outside, the trees were not malicious, but extremely benevolent. Outside, it was so... welcoming.
Despite the scene in her mind, she was still in her living room. Surrounded by nothing but silence.
She slumped.
Wa I also want lor can???? Damn ma fan lor those unwanted hair at unwanted places! Dunno what's their purpose also. Reduce friction my ass lah. We can function perfectly well without them what!
***
More random snippets.
She sat on her living room couch. Inhaling deeply, she stared out of the window. At the moving shadows. The trees. The engulfing darkness. The silence.
The light wasn't even on, as she didn't feel that it would make any difference. All she needed was to imagine that she was in a room brightly lit by the sunlight. It was pristine. The breeze that blew in from the outside smelled like summer. It caressed her hair ever so lightly. Outside, the trees were not malicious, but extremely benevolent. Outside, it was so... welcoming.
Despite the scene in her mind, she was still in her living room. Surrounded by nothing but silence.
She slumped.
Him ; She
It was late night.
She got into the car. Looking sweet in a white ruffled halter dress. His expression didn't change, as nonchalant as ever.
"Hey." She smiled at him.
"Yea." He uttered lazily, leaving behind a slight drawl. He had one hand on the wheel, and looked straight ahead on the road. She couldn't keep her eyes off him, as she simply couldn't resist the sight of him driving. There was just something about the juxtaposition of his concentration and recklessness that drives her to watch.
"So... where to?" "You'll see." He answered in his usual laconic manner. Her curiosity wasn't satisfied, but that wasn't unexpected.
On the road, they only had the radio to provide some background music. He lowered the volume before she came in, because he knew she didn't really favour it loud. As usual, she looked out the window after watching him driving for awhile. They have managed to achieve comfortable silences in their times spent together.
So, neither of them spoke. They just needed to be in the presence of each other. To be cognizant of the existence of the other.
She wondered sometimes how people would think when they see them walking together. The girl was always prim and proper, the one people would expect to be a valedictorian. Some would call her kiasu, others nerd. All will agree on straight As student. While the guy, he has this permanent cynical expression on his face. He didn't care much bout his appearance. Not that he needed to, he exuded style no matter what. Shorts, a grey shirt, ear studs, silver ring, flip flops and he's good to go. Oh and don't forget a couple of tattoos on his arms. One simply asked people to "Fuck Off". Some would call him slacker, others badass, all reckon that he should be avoided.
They seemed to be an odd couple. Not that they were a couple, heck none of them could tell you what relationship they're having even if you asked. They just were.
Comfortable with each other. Slowly discovering things bout each other's world that they wouldn't have known had they not met before.
In unusual circumstances they met and got to know each other. Then they grew accustomed to each other. She, waiting for his arrival in his car; he, tuning down the radio before she sat in.
"Almost there."
"Kay."
She got into the car. Looking sweet in a white ruffled halter dress. His expression didn't change, as nonchalant as ever.
"Hey." She smiled at him.
"Yea." He uttered lazily, leaving behind a slight drawl. He had one hand on the wheel, and looked straight ahead on the road. She couldn't keep her eyes off him, as she simply couldn't resist the sight of him driving. There was just something about the juxtaposition of his concentration and recklessness that drives her to watch.
"So... where to?" "You'll see." He answered in his usual laconic manner. Her curiosity wasn't satisfied, but that wasn't unexpected.
On the road, they only had the radio to provide some background music. He lowered the volume before she came in, because he knew she didn't really favour it loud. As usual, she looked out the window after watching him driving for awhile. They have managed to achieve comfortable silences in their times spent together.
So, neither of them spoke. They just needed to be in the presence of each other. To be cognizant of the existence of the other.
She wondered sometimes how people would think when they see them walking together. The girl was always prim and proper, the one people would expect to be a valedictorian. Some would call her kiasu, others nerd. All will agree on straight As student. While the guy, he has this permanent cynical expression on his face. He didn't care much bout his appearance. Not that he needed to, he exuded style no matter what. Shorts, a grey shirt, ear studs, silver ring, flip flops and he's good to go. Oh and don't forget a couple of tattoos on his arms. One simply asked people to "Fuck Off". Some would call him slacker, others badass, all reckon that he should be avoided.
They seemed to be an odd couple. Not that they were a couple, heck none of them could tell you what relationship they're having even if you asked. They just were.
Comfortable with each other. Slowly discovering things bout each other's world that they wouldn't have known had they not met before.
In unusual circumstances they met and got to know each other. Then they grew accustomed to each other. She, waiting for his arrival in his car; he, tuning down the radio before she sat in.
"Almost there."
"Kay."
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Library Moments
The reason why I'm blogging at the library is, I've resolved to NOT on my laptop for the rest of the week! My determination is as hard as steel wtf.. yeah right.
So anyway! More wisdom!
The art of feigning interest when you really don't give two fucks!
Lecturer: ... blablabla... Are you guys ok?
You: *nod thoughtfully* *paste that expression on your face as if you've just discovered the path to nirvana*
***
If you're sorta like me, and have spent a fair amount of time thinking about life and all that shit, let me tell you something.
DON'T.
It's not worth it, and definitely won't lead you to any epiphany. It's just a waste of time, cos deep down we all already know the truth of life and its not so mysterious mysteries.
That is...
LIFE SUCKS. Live with it.
Yeah, it really is as simple as that. That's reality. Stop trying to figure out if there's a way around that.
This is more like talking to myself la wtf.
There won't be any updates for some time (I hope).
K bye.
So anyway! More wisdom!
The art of feigning interest when you really don't give two fucks!
Lecturer: ... blablabla... Are you guys ok?
You: *nod thoughtfully* *paste that expression on your face as if you've just discovered the path to nirvana*
***
If you're sorta like me, and have spent a fair amount of time thinking about life and all that shit, let me tell you something.
DON'T.
It's not worth it, and definitely won't lead you to any epiphany. It's just a waste of time, cos deep down we all already know the truth of life and its not so mysterious mysteries.
That is...
LIFE SUCKS. Live with it.
Yeah, it really is as simple as that. That's reality. Stop trying to figure out if there's a way around that.
This is more like talking to myself la wtf.
There won't be any updates for some time (I hope).
K bye.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Gut Busting Wisdom
Let me share some profound wisdom here in my humble blog... that will totally blow anyone away with its sheer simplicity and how so very true they are.
"Life is pointless."
"Life sucks to the max."
"Life is stupid. Nope. Make that stoopid."
"Life is like throwing shit on a boomerang. You always get the shit thrown back at you."
"Life is... argh.. I give up."
You get the idea, yea?
So feel free to spread the wisdom!
"Life is pointless."
"Life sucks to the max."
"Life is stupid. Nope. Make that stoopid."
"Life is like throwing shit on a boomerang. You always get the shit thrown back at you."
"Life is... argh.. I give up."
You get the idea, yea?
So feel free to spread the wisdom!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Hello People
Since I don't want the previous depressing post to be the first post anyone sees when they stumble into here, I shall update. Pfft.
I am now feeling better, FYI. Thanks to lame jokes and a mildly disturbing movie I guess. Lol.
But now I'm feeling guilty cos I practically whiled my weekend away instead of putting it to good use. Le sigh. Is it really supposed to be that way? The feeling of guilt to emerge whenever one is idle?
And now am I making up for the lost precious hours spent moping? Nopeee... obviously here I am online and blogging wtf.
I should be studying! Revising! Religiously completing exercises! Poring over books instead of my laptop! RIGHT???
I wasted 3 days! 3 DAYS FFS!
K I'm starting to sound really kiasu, but what to do? I'm forced to adopt this kiasu attitude nowadays. So I have to force myself to study lor. Force force force! Must continue forcing till the year ends!
Crazy already. Stoopid. -_-.
p/s: Seeeee!!!! I got update my blog! Instead of a certain someone named A_ _ _ n! Cis! Hehehe...
I am now feeling better, FYI. Thanks to lame jokes and a mildly disturbing movie I guess. Lol.
But now I'm feeling guilty cos I practically whiled my weekend away instead of putting it to good use. Le sigh. Is it really supposed to be that way? The feeling of guilt to emerge whenever one is idle?
And now am I making up for the lost precious hours spent moping? Nopeee... obviously here I am online and blogging wtf.
I should be studying! Revising! Religiously completing exercises! Poring over books instead of my laptop! RIGHT???
I wasted 3 days! 3 DAYS FFS!
K I'm starting to sound really kiasu, but what to do? I'm forced to adopt this kiasu attitude nowadays. So I have to force myself to study lor. Force force force! Must continue forcing till the year ends!
Crazy already. Stoopid. -_-.
p/s: Seeeee!!!! I got update my blog! Instead of a certain someone named A_ _ _ n! Cis! Hehehe...
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Tired
You want me to express myself?
You really want me to do that?
Then should I tell you just how sick I am of feeling this way. How so sick I am of going through the same old cycle over and over and over...
How sick I am of crying silently in the toilet, or crying myself to sleep and waking up with swollen eyes. How many times, I've lost count.
How sick I am of laughing my heart out when I'm with my friends, but when I'm alone all I wanna do is curl up and disappear.
How sick I am of letting you guys get to me more than I want to.
How sick I am of listening to you guys talk and talk and TALK.
How so very TIRED of it. Wondering why the fuck can't I just suck it up and DEAL WITH IT? WHY?
IT IS JUST. SO. DAMN. SICKENING.
I tried telling myself that it's OK, all I need is to take a few deep breaths and let it pass. Wait it out. Smile a bit. But I couldn't even force a smile out wtf.
I wish I could tell you why I'm like this. But I can't. Cos I don't know. I wish I knew too, but I DON'T.
I've never said that I hate you guys. I never will. I assure you that.
You really want me to do that?
Then should I tell you just how sick I am of feeling this way. How so sick I am of going through the same old cycle over and over and over...
How sick I am of crying silently in the toilet, or crying myself to sleep and waking up with swollen eyes. How many times, I've lost count.
How sick I am of laughing my heart out when I'm with my friends, but when I'm alone all I wanna do is curl up and disappear.
How sick I am of letting you guys get to me more than I want to.
How sick I am of listening to you guys talk and talk and TALK.
How so very TIRED of it. Wondering why the fuck can't I just suck it up and DEAL WITH IT? WHY?
IT IS JUST. SO. DAMN. SICKENING.
I tried telling myself that it's OK, all I need is to take a few deep breaths and let it pass. Wait it out. Smile a bit. But I couldn't even force a smile out wtf.
I wish I could tell you why I'm like this. But I can't. Cos I don't know. I wish I knew too, but I DON'T.
I've never said that I hate you guys. I never will. I assure you that.
News Flash
Hmm.. okay 2 things I guess:
1. Happy birthday to someone! (He won't see it here anyway... lol)
2. HAHAHA I made a new friend/MSN buddy/whateveryouwannacallit today! (Technically it's yesterday... but whatever...)
Heh I blogged! Lol. So I go sleep now lor wtf.
1. Happy birthday to someone! (He won't see it here anyway... lol)
2. HAHAHA I made a new friend/MSN buddy/whateveryouwannacallit today! (Technically it's yesterday... but whatever...)
Heh I blogged! Lol. So I go sleep now lor wtf.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Keep Holding On WTF
There's nothing much to say. Or rather, there are no words to say. To express.
Technically, around 5 more months to go, right? It'll end soon right? Right?
After that, what? The same cycle repeating itself? What's the whole fucking point of it all.
Sigh dunno lah. Really dunno what to say lah. Dreading going home and facing them. Ya lah I'm definitely in the teenagers stage la wtf. (Recall Egg Shell Lollipop text production lesson WTF)
Tahan xia qu~~~ Chang lok huiiii~~~
Can't really be bothered to use proper English. Or even try to be articulate. That's basically how my mind speaks anyway. Damn rojak one wtf.
WTF Duffy's "Mercy" is playing right now and damn, it's annoying. No matter how many times I listen to it, me still not really likey wtf.
Technically, around 5 more months to go, right? It'll end soon right? Right?
After that, what? The same cycle repeating itself? What's the whole fucking point of it all.
Sigh dunno lah. Really dunno what to say lah. Dreading going home and facing them. Ya lah I'm definitely in the teenagers stage la wtf. (Recall Egg Shell Lollipop text production lesson WTF)
Tahan xia qu~~~ Chang lok huiiii~~~
Can't really be bothered to use proper English. Or even try to be articulate. That's basically how my mind speaks anyway. Damn rojak one wtf.
WTF Duffy's "Mercy" is playing right now and damn, it's annoying. No matter how many times I listen to it, me still not really likey wtf.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
To My Beloved Hehehe
This is a very special post! Cos it's not about me, or other lame crap, it's actually a dedication to someone spesel! Lol.
Who is this post dedicated to, you ask? Jeng jeng jeng!!!! (lame dao)... She's my beloved wife eh wtf!
So today's my beloved's birthday, the day when she popped out of her mother's womb and made life on Earth more awesome with her mere presence wtf. (People's bday ma, of course must sweet talk a bit lah wtf...)
Let me tell you more about this spesel person. Before we knew each other, I noticed her during orientation week, cos ya know, she looked yeng (HAHAHA) and NOT Chinese! I thought she was Malay or what due to her *cough* hitam manis *cough* skin colour. Mana tahu she's 100% Chinese la wtf. I'm not to be blamed lah, I wasn't the only one who thought that way kan? Hehe, she has a cool exterior, but BUT! Do not be deceived! She's actually super duper 38 / cheap / jip / murah! A fine example of do not judge a book by its cover man. Sumore always try to act posh, but actually she's cheap till dunno how one. LOL. Thanks to her influence, I also became cheap already. WTF man. Bad influence lor can!
DESPITE her unbelievable cheapness, hahaha I love my wife for who she is :)... She may look hardcore and try to act posh, but inside she's really a sensitive, kind, thoughtful, sweet, caring (insert positive trait lol) girl. A fun person to be with. When she was absent from classes due to sickness, we all missed her hahaha... partly cos the class would be so quiet without her la wtf. (Cos she's damn bising lidat wtf hahaha)
I'm very glad to have known such an awesome babe! Although we've only known each other for less than one year, I feel that we've been best friends for a long long time! Right right babe? Lol, damn cliche wtf... Damn, I really hope that we all can go to the same university lor! Wouldn't it be great if we did??
And! I tell you she has the coolest hair styles everrr.. lol. Her current one is her coolest yet me thinks! Really like it la babe. Wanna kidnap your hair stylist. But then also no use cos my hair damn lembik like that wtf. T_T.
Anywayyy, moving on... obviously lah this post is to wish her a
old mature, NOW you can finally proclaim that you ARE old mature! Hope all your wishes come true and all that lah!
Hope you have a great birthday ya! Did you enjoy your 2nd clubbing experience? Lol. Tell me all the juicy detailsss!!!!! Mwahahahaha...
Lastly, apart from the card that I made for you with all mah lurve, you get a BIG FAT WET KISS from meeee!!!!! *MUACKSSSSS!!!*
Love you loads!
Who is this post dedicated to, you ask? Jeng jeng jeng!!!! (lame dao)... She's my beloved wife eh wtf!
So today's my beloved's birthday, the day when she popped out of her mother's womb and made life on Earth more awesome with her mere presence wtf. (People's bday ma, of course must sweet talk a bit lah wtf...)
Let me tell you more about this spesel person. Before we knew each other, I noticed her during orientation week, cos ya know, she looked yeng (HAHAHA) and NOT Chinese! I thought she was Malay or what due to her *cough* hitam manis *cough* skin colour. Mana tahu she's 100% Chinese la wtf. I'm not to be blamed lah, I wasn't the only one who thought that way kan? Hehe, she has a cool exterior, but BUT! Do not be deceived! She's actually super duper 38 / cheap / jip / murah! A fine example of do not judge a book by its cover man. Sumore always try to act posh, but actually she's cheap till dunno how one. LOL. Thanks to her influence, I also became cheap already. WTF man. Bad influence lor can!
DESPITE her unbelievable cheapness, hahaha I love my wife for who she is :)... She may look hardcore and try to act posh, but inside she's really a sensitive, kind, thoughtful, sweet, caring (insert positive trait lol) girl. A fun person to be with. When she was absent from classes due to sickness, we all missed her hahaha... partly cos the class would be so quiet without her la wtf. (Cos she's damn bising lidat wtf hahaha)
I'm very glad to have known such an awesome babe! Although we've only known each other for less than one year, I feel that we've been best friends for a long long time! Right right babe? Lol, damn cliche wtf... Damn, I really hope that we all can go to the same university lor! Wouldn't it be great if we did??
And! I tell you she has the coolest hair styles everrr.. lol. Her current one is her coolest yet me thinks! Really like it la babe. Wanna kidnap your hair stylist. But then also no use cos my hair damn lembik like that wtf. T_T.
Anywayyy, moving on... obviously lah this post is to wish her a
VERY VERY VERY HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Babe you're officially of legal age already! Although you already look Hope you have a great birthday ya! Did you enjoy your 2nd clubbing experience? Lol. Tell me all the juicy detailsss!!!!! Mwahahahaha...
Lastly, apart from the card that I made for you with all mah lurve, you get a BIG FAT WET KISS from meeee!!!!! *MUACKSSSSS!!!*
Love you loads!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
I Know...
I'm not good enough. I'm never good enough.
I'm not a straight As student lah, I know that ok?
I'm not my eldest bro, or third bro or fourth bro, I'm not ok?
I'm not a straight As student lah, I know that ok?
I'm not my eldest bro, or third bro or fourth bro, I'm not ok?
Monday, June 09, 2008
1st day of col and I'm already broke wtf
Kinda unsure what feelings are brewing now... Boredom? Sense of lost? Dazed? Just can't pinpoint it... could be a mixture of a few. This sensation, unfeeling yet real, is really quite annoying. It gnaws at you, grinding ever so slowly at your nerves, but you have no fucking idea what the hell is wrong. If you look at yourself from a third person point of view, you can't see anything wrong. No, nothing's wrong. But the first person just knows something's just wrong. Somewhere. Somehow.
Jesus, seriously annoying, cloying and boiling WTF.
Jesus, seriously annoying, cloying and boiling WTF.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Update #18238972839
Another day I decided to wake up in the morning, my uncle was here. So I stayed in my room and started to read a book. And fell asleep. GAWD.
Why I didn't wanna go down was to avoid any conversation whatsoever with my uncle. I dread those obligatory small talk about studies. College. How's it going and all that shiznit. I fear it. So I run from it wtf. It's so painful. Agonizing. I'm thinking in choppy sentences here so forgive me.
***
All of the above was written yesterday.
So anyway, I just had to chance upon some site called addictinggames.com, and FFS I just had to get addicted to this game called Fashion Solitaire. T.T
I'm a sucker for these kind of stuff I know.
I woke up, in the afternoon, ate my lunch, and started playing. Almost non-stop. 40 plus rounds. 46? 47? Somewhere there. Now my eyes are like two useless piece of shit cos they almost lost all function due to lack of blinking wtf.
I just can't help it! It's like being in a trance, always clicking the evil 'Continue' button even though you feel your already mushy brain is turning into well, slosh.
Good thing is it's some way to pass the time, albeit a stupid way wtf.
Imma continue playing wtf. Just kill me, this useless piece of meat. Lol.
***
All of the above was written yesterday.
So anyway, I just had to chance upon some site called addictinggames.com, and FFS I just had to get addicted to this game called Fashion Solitaire. T.T
I'm a sucker for these kind of stuff I know.
I woke up, in the afternoon, ate my lunch, and started playing. Almost non-stop. 40 plus rounds. 46? 47? Somewhere there. Now my eyes are like two useless piece of shit cos they almost lost all function due to lack of blinking wtf.
I just can't help it! It's like being in a trance, always clicking the evil 'Continue' button even though you feel your already mushy brain is turning into well, slosh.
Good thing is it's some way to pass the time, albeit a stupid way wtf.
Imma continue playing wtf. Just kill me, this useless piece of meat. Lol.
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