Current music: Yakusoku (Promise) by DBSK
Current read: Anything of fanfiction with 'SMUT' rating
Current mood: Oily
--melancholy starts--
Tomorrow's class at 9. And I haven't been sleeping yet. And it's already 3.30 am. Tinie's at my back, doing her assignment *turns* (oh, man, she's already asleep) and here I am, online-ing and messing myself with the likes of fanfiction that I love so much, even if that I'm not supposed to cause they drove me insane with the needs to always read them and I can't do that because if I do, I'll never be able to stop and I refuse to be a victim of a sick ---holic person although, literally, I am one and I don't fucking give a damn how madly in love I am right now and I am though how should I do when there are five of them and I'm only supposed to be married to only one, have cute kids with slanting eyes, great voice and lithe forms (in my dreams) oh God please let me stop now cause I'm dying from lack of oxygen but why, oh WHY do sate nowadays are so expensive, like, sky rocketed expensive and I mean RM0.60 per piece, my ass thus that is crazy and you can find sates with much lower price tastes much, much better with bigger meats attached to the sticks, but oh, shit my stomach is grumbling. S.O.S. *inhales...exhales*
I miss my cow.. Seriously I do. I am. I was and will always be. It's just that I don't see the point to bringing it here when I always kick him in the end. I'll find him lying soberly at the bottom of my bed, non-existence tears fell silently on his face. Not to mention he would get squash by the heads of my peers, anyway. Poor him. Thus, rather than being squash senseless, best he be left, quietly brooding in my closet. He has all kinds of friends in there anyway. A moustach-less Cat, a half-mouth Teddy and a chibi Ultraman. Go Cow! Cow go round~
OMFG
I have a presentation tomorrow and I don't have a fucking clue as to what I should say tomorrow. I don't have any fucking idea what is it that she really wanted. What a way of motivation, eh? 2 of my major tests were a complete shit and suddenly, I find myself eager for the next assignment to be issued. I KNOW I am mentally sick. Everyone can tell especially now. AND my ex contacted me at four yesterday and I found myself want to be contacted again. Double mental sickness. Gosh.. No wonder I don't have any boyfriend yet.
am currently screaming (in head):
"I AM TIRED
I AM WEARY
I HAVE HEADACHE
I AM GONNA GO CRAZY"
self screams back:
"THEN GO TO SLEEP, YOU BITCH!"
See? I told you I am crazy.
~at another part of my head~
IMMA GONNA GRADUATE~~
IMMA GONNA GRADUATE~~
YAY!!
Oh, yeah.
I'm gona stop now. Have kad raya to finish writing now. Or sleep to be consumed. Have it anyway you want and YESS, IT'S RAINING!!
--melancholy ends--
And~ Just something to salivate (dat a word?) over.. ^^
That's that, folks~
xD
