like what S said, all fridays are Good Fridays. but, all hail retail therapy and my all-time favourite rant-to friend, RY. my Friday couldn't have been better. RY, the only cha boh whom i can have dinner with at 8am in the morning. if it isn't love, it's enough. har.
so, anyway, its the weekends, thank god. there's been some interesting turn of events lately so i figure i have to re-think a few stuff. this could be the lowest point of my life, but, you know, the Irony Gods are pretty creative with their, well, irony.
this is pretty cool.
WHOOOOOO NOCTURNAL EXPLORATION SIAAAH.
so, ignoring the fact that this is a pretty distracted, whoa-whoa-what-the-fuck-you-talking-about post, AND ignoring the fact that i really have nth much to say, i'm pretty sane.
Saner than usual, even.
because, with every cliche comes something interesting. with every dark cloud, there's a silver-bloody-lining that's so faint, you could really call it a blessing in disguise. i don't miss what i used to have. rather, i miss what i didn't have and who i wasn't.
anyways, dad's bday is this week. and so is mother's day. in the spirit of equality, i've decided not to give both anything. only because they've given me everything they could and having one lousy day to SHOW (or attempt to show) appreciation is stupid. its like giving sand to a miner in exchange for his diamonds. SNORT. some lousy grains for the world's hardest thing. HAHHHAHAHAHAHA.
ANYWAYS.
even though sometimes i'd like to bash their heads on the wall, i love them to bits and pieces. sometimes, they'd probably love to drown me in the toilet bowl but i know they love me to bits and pieces, too. that's enough, i guess.
I guess this takes the cake
so i was thinking. now, i'd like to just hide somewhere before i emerge again. because i'm drained. and right now, i think the whole world is ugly & small. its overwhelming. it makes you want to be emo and anti-social sometimes.
but thank God i'm not alone.
there is a God, really. he sends his love. in bits and pieces, too.
OK. I DID ONE FOR GABS TOO.
hahahahahaha LOOK WHO'S GROVELING WHO SIAH.
and maggot.
and ry
and p.sabif
good to know p. sabif means a whole load of different things, ehy. didnt know what avatar to give him. it was either the rose or a pair of condoms. but well.
ok lah bye.
5 comments:
sweetie!!!!!!!!!!! muacks muacks!!!! why so emo??? sorry i've been really drowning in work.will meet up soon kays. call if anything!!! love love. =p
grovel grovel!!! i need to buy my whip and handcuffs soon. ^-^ and the bunsen burner hehehehe
i miss u!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAARGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA shit i just remembered the bunsen burner thing, too.
oops i think i snorted my brains while laughing. or maybe its just mucus.
or maybe my brains is mucus.
hahaha who knows sweets. i'm getting handcuffs for a shoot. i hope there's a whip too!!!!!!!!!
Don't sad. It's illegal for cyborgs to feel. Prepare for termination.
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