Alright… i know the heading is too exagerrating.
Heading home one day after a tiring time at work… my heart was quite heavy cos of some issues. It was windy tho, nice refreshing wind running thru my hair and face. The skies was grey dead leaves flying around, clouds are heavy. I saw somthing far ahead… how appropriate to show how im feeling in my head…
It looks like multiple little cyclones are forming. What a mess….
As we were having our impromptu meet up for a cuppa at macs, we were discussing about a certain relationship gone wrong. Then I thought to myself… why bother running such a long marathon when u know you wouldn’t win nor get any recognition.
Mr Photographer : Cos you don’t know what you want! Thats why.
B: That hit a spot there man…
When i was having my lunch just now… .its jus came to me like..
” Ya, i really dun know wat i want in a relationship. This is a statement. Not a thought. Something in me jus confirmed it. ” I feel like a newbie to this. I duno what to do afterwards or during the relationship. Its a feeling that comes naturally…so they say. Ya…whatever… til then… maybe this is the reason why i’m have found any “soul mate”. Maybe I am too closed up in relationship that I feel others is walled up too. I became defensive of my feelings. Yet there are bits of scandalous in me. Maybe I just long for the physical attribute. “Yes” in case u wondering why i so shallow… i am shallow, selfish, irresponsible.
Mayb i havent met the one…. im not eager waiting nor askin to be fallen head over heels…
Sappy lines and cheesy stories makes my hair stand. Seeing some one in love makes me feel good.
Styrofoam boxes rubbing together makes me wana kill someone.
Nice boobies makes my day. Pink nips are very rare.
Hairy armpits on woman are simply not deserve to be known as woman. Maybe gorilla is a more suitable name.
I want to have 5 really power bikes. Really not looking forward to in camp next week. All that smelly uniform, feeding mosquitoes, unchanged underwears.
Later i have to go home by the same route again… shortest… cant ride too fast tho.. cos left 14pts. Need t o change my tyres aready… its gonna cost a bomb. I need a new full helmet too, need to change the chain for the bike. $$$ AGAIN.
If you like someone… .tell her.. but after telling… how am I gonna face her or myself if she dun reciprocates… Do I want to tell, really have to tell? I am not sure I am in the right state of mind anyway.
I feel sleepy now… i actually can hear myself talking to myself… yet sometimes.. i feel that there is a inner me who really wana tear my body inside out to this world. Tearing from inside my chest…and jus explode. Not the 1st time i feel like this. It will eventually go away.
If only I can make a living out of playing music. I want to shout now.. but i cannot. Too public.
I feel so tired…again…
My nose is running…
My eyes are watery, (not because i’m sad)
I keep sneezing…
My limbs are weak…
My head is spinning with work but I give myself a 10mins break…
But i’ve gotta go on… i’m dry due to the endless debts. I need to pay off.
I WANA BE FREE!!!! Argghhh….
Haiz……………
The line that seperates lucky and unlucky…
The line that seperates confident and arrogant…
The line that seperates humble and hypocritical…
The line that seperates sane and insane…
The line that seperates greedy and survival…
As title states… My army buddy/ riding kaki got married on MayDay.
Quite a sight. Havent met them for so long, all living under different skies. Good to meet up once a while.
Of cos… end of the gruesome day… .half of us were drunk…
After gathering the information from my friends,
Below is what I have drank on friday nite. I seriously cannot hold my liquor well.
Jagar Bombs (x2) = a shot of jegarmiester dropped into a whiskey glass half filled with red bull.
Tequila shots (x2)
Long island tea (x1) = 0.5oz vodka, 0.5oz rum, 0.5oz gin, 0.5oz tequila, half a lemon squeeze juice plus a splash of coke.
Flaming Lambo (x1) = 1.5oz white sambuca, 0.5oz bol’s blue curacao, 0.5oz green chartreuse, 1oz Galliano herbal liqueur, 1oz Bailey’s
Cowboys Shots (x1) = 1/2 oz butterscotch schnapps + 1/2 oz of Baileys. Full name cowboy cocksucker.
I puked….
Whiskey Dry (x1)
Half a bottle of beer
I puked (x2)
Finally the one that couldn’t make it down my throat…. It taste like kerosene, burns ur throat like no tomorrow. The moment it touched my throat…………
Absinthe (x1), ” God help me!”
I puked (x3)
Thanks for people who turned up. Namely… Sniper, Dazza, Aprillia scooter gal, Nutcase (thanks for the “Harley DONT put this kind of plastic box one la!” shirt), “Mr offer me Absinthe”, Shay and gf, Miss cousin of Shay and cousin, O-feel-her (thanks for the perfume), SAC, planet fitness gang ( S, J, V), Ms Wolf (thanks for the slippers), Miss Nurse who came quite late but thanks.
Thank you guys! *bow
I will definitely remember this one.
Since you got your toilet newly renovated and inviting people to use. You must be proud to of the toilet, in order to keep it clean and refreshing. I have ordered a sign like this for you on your birthday. So can put in your toilet. \RaWk/
