chicken balls.

this is going to be a pretty fucking blunt post;;

went to urbanscapes during the weekend with effie and partied sober till 3am.

rm10 for a motherfucking can of beer. RIDICULOUS. but i did buy 2cans and felt stupid about it.

note to self : bring my own liqour next time.

and what the fuck is up with everyone wearing those hippie headbands around their forehead.

but we had an fantastic time.

college is shit. i hate routines. it makes me feel like a robot trapt in a bubble. without airholes. breathing the same air circulation. ohhh the suffocating tedium.

moving in next week to some house near by my college, the walls are blue.

i need to restrain myself from entering any shopping malls. i think i am turning into a shopaholic.

i need help. i want to party. i miss my bitches back home.

weekdays are painfully boring. and ive been abusing my atm card.

I NEED CONTROL. I NEED BALANCE. MY CHAKRA WHEELS NEED BALANCEEEEEEEEEEEEE !

ive finished reading Bukowski's HOT WATER MUSIC. i love how random he is. i love how most of his stories are about drunks. and i love how ruthless he is.

currently reading Fernando Pessoa's The book of disquiet.

i finally found it at kinokuniya or however u spell it.

sometimes i wonder if he's even human. i am so utterly fascinated by his ability to convert his feelings and thoughts into words that are so beautifully constructed.

im currently working on a lil somethin' somethin'.

been distracted too much lately. been procrastinating.

my mind is constipated.

xx