[time check :11.23pm]
[ song : george michael -last xmas]
[mood : in utter misery. at the tolietbowl]


look. im trying to create the most genial and invigorating atmosphere for myself and that ass which has been in pain since morning. this has got to be the worse case of my constipation. the stools are jamming up my arshole, it's no wonder that even if i dont die of a cracked ass, i will just die of toxic inhalation.soon.


so , i was just reminiscing the good o days at the toliet bowl and i realised i miss this primary sch friend of mine quite a bit. we spent those callow pubescent years running from police raids at the skating rinks in kallang and jurong,fagging and piercing stupid holes. it was hell lot of shite that we went through and as the years past, i guess i snapped out of it while he continued to thrive in his decadence to be that nefarious punk i grew to hate.

okaye. he's from ac inde and i cant help to think that ac is partly to blame for who he is today. yes, i dont like ac boys very much.

so i was thinking of perhaps giving him a tinkle, sometime soon, after losing contact almost 7 years. and i realise im at loss on what i should say.

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i must have been the grouchiest person alive this weekend and the household is getting real gregarious and spirited about the coming vacation, and i really cant bear to dampen mum's holiday mood with my emotional baggages.it has got to be pms.