noir frock.

good god. head hurts. heart aches. im on guilty terms, and its... midnight hours on net and HUSH SOUNDS. boy. i practically downloaded all the songs i can find.
kicks of vibes : (i) im home. yes. reached at 11pm. which is amazing as we departed quite late. i secretly believe father had a dream of becoming a F1 racer once upon a time. (ii) original plan, outing with femmes on friday. but due to certain reason such as financially disturbed and emotionally unstable due to excessive guilt over tucking books aside, i guess the day will be spend of frolicking with le books instead. two days of holidays left. too many things, too little time. (ili, envy oke?) joy. a little help here?
i find myself sighing rapturously. all these whining, echoing, shrilling through hills, piercing through a blood curdling, panic stricken cry that seems to surge out from nowhere, and tears through the sky, then end up coiling around like a lashing whit. righteous. i might have been just a little too dramatic here. bottom point! kidnap me so i wont have to be back in Malacca. please i beg you. (okay, you may slap me)
but on the other hand, missing le femme so absolutely freaking much. which is one reason that drives self back to Malacca. oh well, life goes on whether you like it or not. nothing treats you fair. greatness awaits lads and lasses!