Sugar.Honey.Medicine

HALF of you may have already knew that i was DENIED an access to my room despite the fact that i HAVE unlocked it.

ALWAYS TAKE THE KEYS, WALLET and HANDPHONE when you leave your room LOCKED… of course la…wtf…

THE HANDPHONE TO BE FULLY CHARGED as well….

a WIDE network of FRIENDS – the kind that will reply your sms….

HAVE a ROOMIE called Nelly – the kind that will forget to bring his towel back to Penang…

Have Nescafe GOLD in the common hall together with your cup…

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=knowing that ALL THE ABOVE will NOT happen IF you bought the correct flight ticket back to Penang=

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and A STRONG HEART <3 FOR SURPRISES!!!!!!!!!!!

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So, this was my day….. …. … .. .

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Me, BORED – bathed – changed – go to Pavilion for Kampachi – “WTH!!!! RAIN???!!!” – changed into shorts – go to Tesco Xtra for booze – walked 1/2 way with UMBRELLA – “useless ESPRIT!” – 1/2 body wet with rain – walked back – whole body wet with rain and sweat – stomach still hungry…

“WTF!!!! I can’t open my door” - called but no one  answer – called again – no one answer again - “FUCK, HP no battery liao~” – BANG BANG BANG!!!!! door still cannot open (like asking a nun for sex) – called again – “please wait till 8.30pm ha…” – she didn’t even say please – I was WET WET WET…

WET 1 – SWEAT
WET 2 – RAIN
WET 3 – TEARS

((((((( NELLY”S towel )))))))) -

“phew~ luckily i can still bath” - BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!! - no hope -

((((((( Nescafe GOLD ))))))))

“at least something for dinner~” – made it super kao~ – went outside with just my boxer – F-king cold (freaking cold and not fucking cold, i am trying to be a civilized man that time after a dose of caffeine ) - dried my shirt and pants in the study room – luckily i still have some sentimental side – drinking Nescafe half naked looking at the rain – shivered – reflecting my life – and all i could think of is –  “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck….countless time” – sms-ed loongy told him everything – asked him to come up with 100 different ways of saying F-U-C-K -

(((((((( 20% charged HP )))))))) -

sms-ed almost everyone i think would reply me – be a crying baby – sulked at life – asked people if she hates me - asked someone what present i gave her – asked GOD why the rain is not Guiness Draught - if there’s god…this was just a test, just a test…just a…just “FUCK!!!!!!! i’m hungry”

(((((((( SURPRISE ))))))) –

result is out – was told – wore my half dried n half wet shorts to academic office – farted 2 times – super hungry – even my fart smells nice – I PASSED!!!! – sms-ed almost everyone i bother to look at their result and told them they have passed – “yes!! whoever invented sms….god blessed you…if there’s god” - sms-ing people got me to 9pm

(((( HP batt becomes dry as old lady )))) -

9pm – “fuck! no one is here” - told that NO ONE IS WORKING – told that someone will come before 10pm - PPD saved my life – fucked their mind by telling them my life is fucked – they came 1/2 and hour later – but my battery DIED expectedly…after the last call…

((((( HAMMER and SCREW DRIVER ))))) -

they OBVIOUSLY did not plan to repair – came – BANG BANG BANG!!!! - bye bye~ - “WTF, why don’t you tell me you gonna do so? i could have done that myself idiot!” – ring ring ring – loongy n ken are back – bathed – changed – OLD TOWN – celebrate anything la~

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In the end, OD on caffeine…but my neurotransmitter is alcohol…so they got no effect on me…gonna sleep now…

i have trimmed and trimmed and shaved it and let it grows back like my pubic hair beard…so this is the readable post…ya, i got so many poems in my head as well…better write them down…

*wink-wink* i am a sentimental jerk…