masochistic anchor.

i am perhaps, a little (cough) obsessive-- on, random, some-time revolting, some-time masculine things. it gives me kicks. case in point: whipped cream nozzle placed in mouth, coin clad vests (right on!) no, i am not on drugs. random that is, random i say. public offense, im aware.
midnights are no strangers. i creep through midnights a pseudostate or a non-caffeinated lithe, but it's the usual scenarios that loves me so. excursions over the week : (i) will be going off to Kelantan tomorrow. mother's having a seminar and father's treating it like a fam vacay. pros and cons. pros - vacay. yeay me. touring turns me on. especially them testosterones-rants-le-lad-hunting and the taste of fresh new air. (as if). cons - books are FORCED to be tucked hush-ly underneath the piles of guilts. oh boy. im sorry im sorry im sorry. there you go. told you i cant help it with the guilt. (ii) beloved femme, Nik's leaving to Indonesia on Wednesday. how i wish i could cut self to two and be in two places at a time. take care love! be sure to be safe. (iii) 22nd of august, predicting a femme outings. love overwhelms! missing everyone. good. yes. good. hormone factories, femme-circles, knotted, perverted wit on the run. what is there not to be pleased about. (iv) theatre! Ismail? interesting. but id be in fairytales with mouth wide open not being able to interpret them literature thingy. yes, im that bad. excuse me while i choke. behold elegance attempt.

im currently addicted to The Hush Sound. and i blame him.