Friends

Writing love notes.

Less than a month for our mini adventure, not exactly knowing what to do where to go in Perth.
Less than a year till I get the fuck out of this place.

Coming back on Saturday! I foresee a busy weekend, again!

The pills makes my temper go off the roof, its fucking insane.

Because someone complained that my room damn fucking messy (+still can say.. "But your bed damn shiok").. I am cleaning it now lor. Fucking sien!

Btw, I miss you! + anyone wif sextoys to lend my fren for his shoot? Ahaha! (Pls make sure clean hor dun lend those got stain those kind)..

I am going to miss you baby!

Rugby event's finally over. Leg hurts like mad escorting people up down up down the stairs. We had to parade around the Padang and wave at the round macam pageant those kinda, damn funny.


I want the Hermes Birkin but I know its fucking impossible to ask him buy for me. My vernis got matching wallet and bag what. So my hermes wallet also need matching bag! AHHAHAHAH!

Superb Sunday save for the insane nose.

Went for Zouk flea with the intention to earn close to none. But sold off a good load of stuff, had crazy-ass-good rendang burger made by Sofie's Mum, acquired 3 new (free) books, 3 new CDS, a sundress and 2 pairs of shorts for the beach. All for 40 bucks!! Good vibes and superbly good friends all around - Sundays like these own the entire weekends combined.

Et c'est encore la vie ! - Si la damnation est éternelle ! Un homme qui veut se mutiler est bien damné, n'est-ce pas ? Je me crois en enfer, donc j'y suis. C'est l'exécution du catéchisme. Je suis esclave de mon baptême. Parents, vous avez fait mon malheur et vous avez fait le vôtre. Pauvre innocent ! - L'enfer ne peut attaquer les païens. - C'est la vie encore ! Plus tard, les délices de la damnation seront plus profondes. Un crime, vite, que je tombe au néant, de par la loi humaine.

Tais-toi, mais tais-toi !... C'est la honte, le reproche, ici : Satan qui dit que le feu est ignoble, que ma colère est affreusement sotte. - Assez !... Des erreurs qu'on me souffle, magies, parfums faux, musiques puériles. - Et dire que je tiens la vérité, que je vois la justice : j'ai un jugement sain et arrêté, je suis prêt pour la perfection... Orgueil. - La peau de ma tête se dessèche. Pitié ! Seigneur, j'ai peur. J'ai soif, si soif ! Ah ! l'enfance, l'herbe, la pluie, le lac sur les pierres, le clair de lune quand le clocher sonnait douze... le diable est au clocher, à cette heure. Marie ! Sainte-Vierge !... - Horreur de ma bêtise.

sometimes people go crazy in an instant, and theyre lucky, cause they pretty cease to care about anything about everything in an instant too.

sometimes people feel themselves losing the so called cohesive treads of sanity bit by bit, so excruciatingly slow that it feels like you've got your nails up in the shredder - in slow motion.

what do you do about not being able to do anything about it?
so you might cry, scream, act like a nutcase but what can you do really?

i really just want to sleep and never wake up.

You're all, all the joys under the sun wrapped up into one.