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Hell yes. My first post for the year 2011. Late, I know. I don't have the mood to blog things these days (tumblr is an exception) AND a friend told me that I ought to write something here since my English sounds so fucked up. Well, apparently it is. My writing skills needs more polishing too. Fuck!
I'm a sophomore in college now. Fuck yeah! And will be facing loads of homework, tests and brainstorming. Fuck no! But anyway, the juniors are in -- temporarily that is -- depending on how well they get they results for the 'O' Level. Good luck on that shit. To be frank with all the noobies, fifty percent of you guys I particularly dislike and another half of you freaks are okay. You guys are actually human pests in which I could actually destroy you all with genocide. I'm sorry, does this blog filled to the brim with hate? Suck it!
Right, moving on. So I broke up. Nothing interesting about that. He cried. He wants to kill himself. Melodrama. Ellipsis. Yaddi-yadda. I don't give a crap. I've got other things to tend to. Letting time to heal myself. I move on. I have an obsession with sexy guys with long hair. And I fall head over heels over my crush oh-so-suddenly for three (almost-reaching-to-four) years straight. What kind of a sudden bullcrap... But anyway, it doesn't matter -- I think. I can't even get him out of my mind, for fuck's sake! Darn obsession. It's not like he knows that I actually exist and the one who stalks him. It's not like I have the guts to talk to him, fearing that he'll think I am a freak and things might go awry. Well, fuck my life.
Although my friends told me to go and try to talk to him -- both in the virtual world and real world, FYI -- I just can't do it. I simply can't. Trying to talk to him is hard and confessing is simply another matter to begin with. OMFG. All I have to do is look at him from the background and never get noticed. Wow, pathetic much? Psshpfft.
College is giving me all these unwanted eyebags. El frickin' panda eyes. But anyway, that's not important. Whatever it is, I'm always tired and sleepy because my subject syllabus for this year sucks donkey balls. So umm, enough rants for the day. I am hungry and I could eat HIM if I could and as well as receiving a rejection at the process.
Oh and to dearest Hanif: I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAS A PART-TIME JOB. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME, YOU INSANE PHUCKER?! BUT DON'T WORRY. I STILL LOVE YOU AS A FRIEND AND MY INSANE PHUCKER. Ahahahaha.
