[ jukebox track>>> all about loving you - bon jovi ]

the circle is now complete. LOL

cross cut before.

hit the road.Tree hugging faggot. ( you know im kidding, babe.)

the sign says it all. haa

rahim. the drummer? lying on an active road. seriously kepala pluto.

she always does it the RIGHT way.

xxx would probably be expecting the caption as: i go both ways. tsk tsk tsk.


Sales Spree. (i know. it's a girl thing.)
dary says im too manly and i look like a lesbian. fuck.
so here's something more feminine which i never done.
retail therapy, girls.
and where else to get the most awesome clothes?
FOREVER 21 and TOPSHOP. 50%, damn. :D

Forever 21. Woolen Daisy Top. $33. up $79.

Halter Neck casual dress. $25. up $65.

Pull and Bear brit bottom. $75.90.
ooh. i love this one.
no it's not a sales item. but isnt it just NICE?

[jukebox track >>> brighter than sunshine - aqualung]

sometimes we have the feeling that we must be punk'd just because certain things we wanna do turns out wrong at the worst timing.
the thing is, we only notice these things when we are in desperate demand for it.
when we get desperate, we start to see things around us more clearly.
and it's not that it happens in a way against us, but because we never look at it close enough to tell the flaws until something comes along to show you the big picture.

dont be so pessimistic. it makes no difference whatever timeline it happens in.


school closed so we gotta chill outside campus.
but i reckon it's just an excuse for Childhood Friend's cig session.
azar's rendition of Your Guardian Angel was pretty impressive that night. the i-swear-i-dont-smoke-weed face. standard.
i know you probably find this hilarious, yt. TSK
thanks for crapping with me, rahim lameballs.

my dear granny-award winner YT needs a wake up call.
kambing will quit smoking the day i get to sing a duet with Ashton Kutcher.

Lab Audits.
Yawnnnnn but....
usually in RP, signboards don't matter shit to us.
lab party in the lift. good crowd good people.

oh hell.
tmr is the dreaded genomics in the faraway land of E5.
lord. pls put me and van together. PLS
thank you.

[jukebox track>>> plane(live)- jason mraz]

Fresh campus hotspot.
*trcc kaffe esplanade*

buy one mocha get one free on rainy days only.
algae: does the free cup taste different from the original?
me: how do you know im taking the free one?
algae: DUHHHHHHHHH
nelly the nerd would have been proud. aliens from different planets. cos opposites attract. the boys found better entertainment in the cafe.
oh. the hope of light.
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the knockout machine.

non smokers find the shisha smoke pretty amusing.
shisha noobs find nose-shishaing more amusing. (yea i noe. look who's talking rite.)
shisha regulars find people like non smokers and shisha noobs amusing.
shisha addicts just lay back and let their lungs scream.

exceeded curfews and loud speakers.
12am and *shake it like a pom pom*
thanks for the ride home, jawad's fren.

[jukebox track>>> still in love with Disenchanted by MCR]

lemak and lepak.
oh my starry eyed surprise.

the pissed off one never failed to giggle me. my laughing gas.

"Hi, how are you? Can i pass away?"
nah nah: wtf!?!
LOL. balls.we aint gonna worry about hanging out late at night.
mess with her and perish.

so so ugly. but i feel so so happy.

me cacat. nahnah lawa. so fuck it.

if mok really drove us to mustafa that night, we'd look more mabok than this.

[jukebox track>>> step up- samantha jade]

zi cha after bacteria counting.

all the good food raining on me nowadays. eights bucks per person.

Gilly the Geek's obsessionnnnnn.
oh. what the little things can do.
hentai algae. cheeky algae. hentai algae. cheeky algae.

oh my handsome boo. ha.
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I win! *ding ding*

it was such a short trip.
but wherever life takes us, we learn something when we return.
i thought. but now im dead damn sure. bye.

[jukebox track>>> disenchanted- my chemical romance]

the story of seventeen dollars.

minotaurs. lost into the night.

as though some Bengawan Solo background song was playin.
love old coffeeshops. feels good and the food's great.

like two fogeys talking about life. you and i.


flavoured vapor, my ass.

yes, dree. i went for the real thing kay.
strawberry steam, my balls ah.
i wiki-ed it after my classmates were flippin me out with all the health hazards.
apparently, one of these shisha pipe is equal to one pack(15 sticks) of cigs.
but hell. i went for it anyway.

rahim.
high and jaded. smoking exhaust pipes with mint and strawberry.

jimmy.
stressed with fyp, i think. thus the violence with the chair.

and jawad. hiding in the corner.
very contented with the smacking pain he caused me from black jack, i believe.

the most agonising black jack i played in nineteen years of my life.