Adios Amigos

I bid goodbye to that beautiful 20. The one who has been there for me. Whenever I needed to feel good, you were there.

Even when I was too poor, somehow, someway you managed to get into my hands. We were a perfect match, like so many others out there.

Alas, all good things come to an end. And so has our time.

So long, Cigarette.

Road To Perdition

Here’s a thought. I find myself devoid of thoughts.

I marvel at my capability to come up with free-flowing-entertaining bullshit on a day to day basis. And true to a particular tee I bought from Hong Kong, which says; Every time I put you down, I get bigger and more wonderful as a person. I practically live off being sarcastic.

That being said… I do also believe I’m a innately nice person. I give people the due respect, if they deserve it. Conversely… I don’t suffer fools. Anybody without the brains who crosses me will definitely get a trashing. Whatever form it is.

I want to hit a million sarcastic retorts to a million different morons before i turn 66. This is probably the most exciting task I’ve ever put myself up to, and I hope my friends out there understand how important this is to me.

Do you ?

Cuz even if you don’t,

I don’t care.

Hands Up!

Yes yes… guilty as charged. I’ve been getting extra lazy these days. Don’t know if its the lack of sleep, or my wonderfully pimply face. Then again my big hole in the trusty piggy bank also is a major contributing factor. So little money… yet so many things to do.

I really need to save up and work. I also need a proverbial kick up the arse. Okay maybe not. But you get the drift, right?

These months… been fighting so hard to stay focused. Sometimes the iron wall I’ve put up seems ready to crumble. At these moments I’m so ready to curl up and give in. It’s just too easy to give up. Just walk away from everything. At the end of the day nothing has changed.

I envy those who have a positive outlook always. Don’t know how they do it, but its a good thing. It brightens up the room when its gloomy.

Take a good, hard look at this life. Without a doubt its gonna be a bitch tough. Make it better. Own that car. Own that house. Don’t leave any regrets… he giveth, and taketh away.

this post, is dedicated to cheewee. not a very close friend of mine, but my best friend’s. he passed away in an accident yesterday. whatever little time spent with him, was sufficient enough to tell me he was the friend who’d be there for you whenever, whatever.

you will be missed.

1000!

Thanks! Thanks for all the support! I finally have a hit count of 1000! (its a little bit more than that but its the milestone that counts!) :D

I know there are people out there with millions and millions… but I just don’t attract that sorta people, you know? The type that feverishly go to the blog which has pretty pictures and short skirts/cleavages. Then again I don’t know what type I attract either. I can already count with my fingers the people who frequent this place. In no particular order…

Derek, Faye, CSM, Qwerty. Imagine that. Four regulars! I don’t think they’ve been clicking on my site 250 times between them… but I can’t account for the others since they rarely leave a comment. Lazy buggers. So thanks to the above mentioned anyway.

Anyhoo. Here’s a holler to everybody out there… Who wants to get linked? Applications will be filtered!

Counting from 1 to 10 is a grossly underrated piece of advice. Extremely effective, unless of course you have severe anger management issues. Of course, I think I’m the only one who needs this piece of advice. I’ve so much talent at getting pissed off, I could probably start a fight in two empty rooms.

I thought I’d mellow with age. My expressionless face does not help matters. With my low tolerance of ignorance… It’s like Batman and Robin gone wild. Note to self; apparently less anger = better complexion.

Anyway. CSM helped me dye my hair brown, and even though the dye was seemingly expired, the results turned out quite alright. My tangled mess I call hair is now officially a dark brown! I think it makes me look so much better. Younger. Fitter. SEXIER.

Moving on to the next random thought! There are plenty of blocks/buildings to house the students in my school. In the first semester, I was in W1 (West 1), which is the nearest building to the entrance. The male toilet never had any problems. Now I’m in W2, which is technically the next nearest. The situation is horrible. Everyday I see a toilet bowl which is not flushed, filled with a whole load of elephant shit, mixed with toilet paper.

Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with these guys?! It’s bad enough they excrete as much as the amount of crap they have in their heads, they don’t have the decency to FLUSH! Then there is pee all over the seats. There are actually motherfuckers who can’t aim. I’m sure they’re all guys because girls sit down peeing. Just because there are cleaners everyday doesn’t mean You don’t take care of the place. I swear these people are the scum of society. I spit on you, in virtual reality. If I get the chance, I’d do so much more to these morons.

Down With Idiots!