my affair
Went out with the b35+13zz on Fri, Tasha is such a cow with her nose-ring and collectively, we had a shitty day after meeting stupid cherry at far east plaza. Yesterday was Tasha's 19th birthday, now that gal is as old as me heheheheheehee!! She's coming back tmr and we are going to havok forever!!1!
WE HAVE NO FOUR PERSON FOTO:
THIS DUMB MUM MADE HER DAUGHTER TAKE THE FOTO FOR US,
BUT HER NITWIT GIRL DIDN'T PRESS THE SHATTER BUTTON, IDIOT
ANYWAY! My life, I tiao chu, has been naught but stay-up-lates and wake-up-lates, and absolutely nuthin' in between those two.
Okay, I haven't been that unproductive. In the past few days I went to Jap class (my grammar sensei made us do listening but the people in the audio talk damn fast made me wanna swallow my pencil whole, but all in all I didn't do too badly; plus I stayed for conversation, and don't think I screwed up dictation); I advanced from novice to apprentice on mousehunt, not bad considering I don't actually give a flying shit about the game; I tried to study.
Studying is a fucking pain in the shithole, half the time I'm supposed to be memorising shit I end up asking myself why I need to know shit like the history of the aviation industry, honestly the purpose of knowing it escapes me.
So I ended up continuing what I started 3 days back : Re-watching 1 Litre Of Tears. That was a NB, CCB bad idea sia. The girl's story already wah sad until can cry like a madonna, then wah Ryo-chan makes it even worse, being all angsty-sexy-teen-growing-up-into-broody-hawt-man-who-tears-so-beautifully, my heart wretched with adoration for that boy, and I had treacherous thoughts about abandoning Jin for 1 millisecond. (I pleaded to my laptop, apathetically, "Jin, you better woo me back from the hands of Nishikido Ryo lor")
So, since I will NEVER leave Jin, I will just pop in occassionally to see Ryo, you know, for, um... yea.
WE HAVE NO FOUR PERSON FOTO:
THIS DUMB MUM MADE HER DAUGHTER TAKE THE FOTO FOR US,
BUT HER NITWIT GIRL DIDN'T PRESS THE SHATTER BUTTON, IDIOT
ANYWAY! My life, I tiao chu, has been naught but stay-up-lates and wake-up-lates, and absolutely nuthin' in between those two.
Okay, I haven't been that unproductive. In the past few days I went to Jap class (my grammar sensei made us do listening but the people in the audio talk damn fast made me wanna swallow my pencil whole, but all in all I didn't do too badly; plus I stayed for conversation, and don't think I screwed up dictation); I advanced from novice to apprentice on mousehunt, not bad considering I don't actually give a flying shit about the game; I tried to study.
Studying is a fucking pain in the shithole, half the time I'm supposed to be memorising shit I end up asking myself why I need to know shit like the history of the aviation industry, honestly the purpose of knowing it escapes me.
So I ended up continuing what I started 3 days back : Re-watching 1 Litre Of Tears. That was a NB, CCB bad idea sia. The girl's story already wah sad until can cry like a madonna, then wah Ryo-chan makes it even worse, being all angsty-sexy-teen-growing-up-into-broody-hawt-man-who-tears-so-beautifully, my heart wretched with adoration for that boy, and I had treacherous thoughts about abandoning Jin for 1 millisecond. (I pleaded to my laptop, apathetically, "Jin, you better woo me back from the hands of Nishikido Ryo lor")
So, since I will NEVER leave Jin, I will just pop in occassionally to see Ryo, you know, for, um... yea.