marketing shitty balls.
waste. of. time.

three down,
three more to go.

PERSEVERE, i shall.

but see, thing is,
i cant convince or persude myself to even start studying.
so how now brown cow?

damn.
i wanted to say smth.
but i forgot.

oh right.
i want to cut my hair.
actually, i want to shave my head.
but i doubt i can pull it off.
or if my parents would allow.
and i'd prolly cry you a river when i am bald.
so i'll settle for smth in between no hair and long hair.
i prolly resemble any jap lady ghost at night.
cept, with nicer eyes and darker skin, of course.

i need sugar sessions.
addicts do booze and drugs,
i do coke and ice lemon tea.
and i can get as high as them,
without the puking and head spinning.
the wonders of tea with milk and 5 packets of sugar.
all thanks to faris.

i dont want diebetes. =/