Two weeks down and I'm claiming myself a survivor.
Confused facial expressions, daily figures frolicking, growing love affair of lithe and scientific calculator, jittery body parts. Ahh, in with the amplitude of calm, revival of slothliness, to be honest.
What's not new : The sempiternal fear of numbers I can't dissociate. Wait. That was yesterday. Not anymore. Marks penned red isn't a pleasurable experience unless the name was called up for top scores. (What's this? a dildo slogan?) I don't know. It's like this vast, vacuous space inside my head when it comes to numbers. In a good way. If you can see what I'm trying to portray.
Whatever else in the world : (i) Summer holiday plans : Perhentian has now been flick switched to Kapas. Whatever it is, beaching is a must. Even with the predicted forthcoming awkward mix blend of families, friends, cousins and new friends. How scandalous. Can't wait. (ii) Important, food consumption. Good food, I summon thee. Plan in mind for coming week, escapism in Kuantan. Yes, I see good food waving and halos appearing.
What I terribly miss : (i) Trailing parading around malls with good friends who laugh about everything and anything together. (ii) Good food. Mentioned above as important. Need I say more? (iii) Streaming beloved series with trans-fat on the sidelines. (iv) Peaceful sleeping without mosquito wavering invading privacy. Current state of being invaded vaguely leaving love bites and what nots. I loathe. (v) Cinema spamming. Good movies are splurging out in line in the mean time when I'm being slaved and isolated in this island. That's it. I've had it. You wait till I come back. You...@$#%. *inhale, exhale*
All that's left now are gunpowder and handmade pipe bombs. I kid. I half-kid. Status of humor inclusion remains vague. Elsewhere, normality descends. Geez. Untill we meet again.
Confused facial expressions, daily figures frolicking, growing love affair of lithe and scientific calculator, jittery body parts. Ahh, in with the amplitude of calm, revival of slothliness, to be honest.
What's not new : The sempiternal fear of numbers I can't dissociate. Wait. That was yesterday. Not anymore. Marks penned red isn't a pleasurable experience unless the name was called up for top scores. (What's this? a dildo slogan?) I don't know. It's like this vast, vacuous space inside my head when it comes to numbers. In a good way. If you can see what I'm trying to portray.
Whatever else in the world : (i) Summer holiday plans : Perhentian has now been flick switched to Kapas. Whatever it is, beaching is a must. Even with the predicted forthcoming awkward mix blend of families, friends, cousins and new friends. How scandalous. Can't wait. (ii) Important, food consumption. Good food, I summon thee. Plan in mind for coming week, escapism in Kuantan. Yes, I see good food waving and halos appearing.
What I terribly miss : (i) Trailing parading around malls with good friends who laugh about everything and anything together. (ii) Good food. Mentioned above as important. Need I say more? (iii) Streaming beloved series with trans-fat on the sidelines. (iv) Peaceful sleeping without mosquito wavering invading privacy. Current state of being invaded vaguely leaving love bites and what nots. I loathe. (v) Cinema spamming. Good movies are splurging out in line in the mean time when I'm being slaved and isolated in this island. That's it. I've had it. You wait till I come back. You...@$#%. *inhale, exhale*
All that's left now are gunpowder and handmade pipe bombs. I kid. I half-kid. Status of humor inclusion remains vague. Elsewhere, normality descends. Geez. Untill we meet again.
hahahaha :)) wee. i tolong tengokkan wayang, tolong makankan. tolong semua laaaaa :P u had your times :P hahahahahahah :P weeee! tunggu lah i datang jumpe u, i bawak horfun dalam perot i :P
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