I finally understood the appeal of the look of my blog (at least to myself). It comes in the same colours as one of my favourite canned drinks. Wow.
The reminescing just doesn't cease. Discussed kb's habits, wc's kookiness and our impending gloom and doom with shorty, and i learnt from the conversation with su-ann that i can't recall half of my jc tutor's names. Ingrate.
He's done it again. My bro actually convinced me how lost prophet's make a move resonates the themes in nlc. Trust me. You don't want to mess with him. At least not when he thinks he's anthony kiedis.
Just when you though you've hit a new low, you find yourself a shovel and dig yourself further in. How low can you go before it's too low? Well, for one, the pickaxe is always there to break the rock bottom. Fencing the moon, wrestling the sun, romancing the stars. It's all too asphyxiating. I find more comfort in an asthma attack. It weakens me too, but at least it flashes the warning sign before it hits. It's thrilling to rollerblade at 140mph, but when you hit the ground, you're bound to have at least a pound of flesh grinded away. Ugly, i know. Perhaps not as ugly as this.
The week's totally had me whacked up pretty bad. At least a little shape's starting to show.
My second harddisk is crashing on me.
And i'm allergic to bullshit.
The reminescing just doesn't cease. Discussed kb's habits, wc's kookiness and our impending gloom and doom with shorty, and i learnt from the conversation with su-ann that i can't recall half of my jc tutor's names. Ingrate.
He's done it again. My bro actually convinced me how lost prophet's make a move resonates the themes in nlc. Trust me. You don't want to mess with him. At least not when he thinks he's anthony kiedis.
Just when you though you've hit a new low, you find yourself a shovel and dig yourself further in. How low can you go before it's too low? Well, for one, the pickaxe is always there to break the rock bottom. Fencing the moon, wrestling the sun, romancing the stars. It's all too asphyxiating. I find more comfort in an asthma attack. It weakens me too, but at least it flashes the warning sign before it hits. It's thrilling to rollerblade at 140mph, but when you hit the ground, you're bound to have at least a pound of flesh grinded away. Ugly, i know. Perhaps not as ugly as this.
The week's totally had me whacked up pretty bad. At least a little shape's starting to show.
My second harddisk is crashing on me.
And i'm allergic to bullshit.
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