a retard sad-o-masochist.arsed, gutted.
i am in an abstruse phase. rewinding nostalgic bound (hmm, often the alternatives; often the indie rocks) tunes to evolving into a partial arse-clown to sitting in a nook. coming to a sempiternal conclusion that i might be an idiot. damn. no, i dont want to be an idiot. and rejoicing in the femme-clad circles wit mirth is top in the so-need-to-do-list. again, it revolves around said disease, then.
oh, greetings. im currently home. have had my first paper this morning. it went well i suppose. took the bus back to KL 30mins right after my first paper ended. abandoned le-road trip full of merry and euphoria with le femme fatale for a crucial unforeseen emergency. whats more important than love engulfing session with le femmes. tell me about it. apparently unavoidable interview session on Thursday morning is the answer to it.
my current state? a hormoned powered excursion, affixed in a delirium state, stealing glances at le phone hoping for texts from femmes. trapped in this stressful unhappy situation with repulsive thoughts, posed to a flash-inclusive photo (dear God, help us both) to JUICE Magazine's Freestyle column. i love it so. it is sort of..mm, certificates for mode mavens? no? oh? no. you see, a text was sent to all of beloved femme right when i get in the bus.
yours truly - 'dearestsss, im in the bus alreadyyy. have fun and take care in PD okay? But dont have too much fun though. nanti i jealous. :( lol. love love! mwa mwa!'
ili - nil.
ann - nil.
ara - 'gedik ayam! haha.'
bihah - nil.
hany - nil.
apparently, the feedback wasnt a thrill. oh well. whatever it is, go rock your asses and have fun rocking with the beauty beaches and the banana boats and the darn hotel and the bloody bbq. okay. i should not be melodramatic. calm is restored. i ARE juxtaposed, arent i? one potiential dominatrix/ sadomaschist/ probable pedophile. also, nonchalant, simplistic lass. ah-ha. i was supposed to be in dreamland now. but was awoken by call from Ferr asking bout depreciation. thanks lad. dont get cocked up on finals though! chavtastic slimes!
i am in an abstruse phase. rewinding nostalgic bound (hmm, often the alternatives; often the indie rocks) tunes to evolving into a partial arse-clown to sitting in a nook. coming to a sempiternal conclusion that i might be an idiot. damn. no, i dont want to be an idiot. and rejoicing in the femme-clad circles wit mirth is top in the so-need-to-do-list. again, it revolves around said disease, then.
oh, greetings. im currently home. have had my first paper this morning. it went well i suppose. took the bus back to KL 30mins right after my first paper ended. abandoned le-road trip full of merry and euphoria with le femme fatale for a crucial unforeseen emergency. whats more important than love engulfing session with le femmes. tell me about it. apparently unavoidable interview session on Thursday morning is the answer to it.
my current state? a hormoned powered excursion, affixed in a delirium state, stealing glances at le phone hoping for texts from femmes. trapped in this stressful unhappy situation with repulsive thoughts, posed to a flash-inclusive photo (dear God, help us both) to JUICE Magazine's Freestyle column. i love it so. it is sort of..mm, certificates for mode mavens? no? oh? no. you see, a text was sent to all of beloved femme right when i get in the bus.
yours truly - 'dearestsss, im in the bus alreadyyy. have fun and take care in PD okay? But dont have too much fun though. nanti i jealous. :( lol. love love! mwa mwa!'
ili - nil.
ann - nil.
ara - 'gedik ayam! haha.'
bihah - nil.
hany - nil.
apparently, the feedback wasnt a thrill. oh well. whatever it is, go rock your asses and have fun rocking with the beauty beaches and the banana boats and the darn hotel and the bloody bbq. okay. i should not be melodramatic. calm is restored. i ARE juxtaposed, arent i? one potiential dominatrix/ sadomaschist/ probable pedophile. also, nonchalant, simplistic lass. ah-ha. i was supposed to be in dreamland now. but was awoken by call from Ferr asking bout depreciation. thanks lad. dont get cocked up on finals though! chavtastic slimes!
u cantek syg!
ReplyDeletebtw, myb u'll ave anothe sweet and memorable time wit ur dearest next time! and all the best for the interview okeh!
aww
ReplyDeletethanks for the comforting words :p
and thanks for the good luck interview wish as well :)
tak cite pon kat i kan
ReplyDeleteish =)
gd luck
between i miss u
ReplyDeleteur hair skrg makin lawarrrrrrrr lah
geram