9 posts tagged “boredom”

I had a bowl of this for breakfast

On a supposedly tight schedule, (supposedly!) oh f-off. All set, poladroiding all day. Rants on going with the freak, everyday, 24/7. (what the hell man?) Giving him an impression of a stuck up loner, (am one indeed) oh fuck the world man, who cares! Uzair is no longer mine so why bother about others. I need to get a griiiiiiiiiiiip.

*zero inspiration for an hour*

Post-Friday/Saturday Rants;
Oh dear god..your expression was priceless. (the stares were very much appreciated..tqvm) As I flunked the seat next to you and joined the other brigade..torture. A great torture to your music-washed soul huh? Z was being a great tuiton mate for the day. (gasp..revelation of truth, MunFai get ready!) A was being grumpy than usual, but hey gentlemen he was. Lord..don't make me start on H. Countless time of ruffling and shuffling my hair..(me being the imaginary dog) When asked on why the need of him playing with my hair..the only way to stop (it seems) is to shave em hair bald. (Oh great, did he forget hijab?) In the meantime, Add Maths was fun and loved...trust J to make mothereffed faces and shove it to me (yuck!) God..that kissing noise, I wish I have 90v battery with me (yes, imagining) and stuck it in his mouth. Such pretty face but a wasted sperm, indeed. Care not to deny the truth, I love my tuition boys. (thanks for the prepaid H) :-)  Saturday? Sinful. Made ma scorned and all boiled up. A poladriod day. An unproductive day. Mothereff. I hate that day. Apart from that small spring cleaning. I gave hope to D. He thinks he's back in the game. Dialled my digits, allowed a mere 10 minutes call. I'm nice. H was being as awesome as ever. Dialled, entertained, hung up as phone died (shssh!) and left the story in-between. Well I guess the day was spent off texting the freak. Sinful. I need my testoterones (sp?) hormones! Give it back to me! My uglier days! My nerd days! Kicks arse man. Till then, I need a serious bedgasm. (scoffs)

Silent readers, most of my posts are protected. Sign up/sign in to read. Au revoir. There are some things that are painful enough when people read it, but that's the best part. (no I am not sadistic, it's just a self-infliction thing) It's time to get my geeks on! (didn't I say that already?)

I am seriously loving the ambience here. Go to hell blogger (pun intended!)

Bless my bark!
Like, so damn blithe..awesome (not anymore!)
I feel like a goddamn cunt...masked in a horrendous haircut. (a failed attempt) 15th marks the day off I cleared my conscience, how estatic I was. Right ear hurts...thanks to the post-piercing pain I had, though it was a slow burn to me at first..(I was delirious enough I fail to feel the pain) Well, the days I lived through has been awesome? superb? so far. Probably an underestimation, but who gives a fuck.
Palay! Palay!
Delights...they are gone. Yes, this is the part where I jump of joy and throw confettis to myself. What a wack. 5 minutes past 5 pm when I reach home my eyes caught their travel bags outside...with weird baskets and bins (yes I'm not kidding/exaggerating) aligned side by side. Happiness to the brim...with an extra of RM5 in my pocket (that big mouth cried, it nearly shakes me up a lil' but it wasnt more than just a mockery, scoff)
Something stirs in my mind..ahh yes revelation of truth shows that..a friend of mine owns an Ipod. That makes three of us now..and I was thinking of creating a coterie..Coterie of Itouches. Or maybe Scion of the Ipoders, for goodness sake friends stop buying Ipod touch! Telling you the truth, I notepadded  this entry using my donut. Seriously, my donut is such an IT Ipod. Si? (My notepad can copy/paste/change font/resize/the likes; can your's do the same?)
Never misjudge the greatness of the name..for there are many reasons that my tech has been named as a food..(a)donut,doughnut...(whatever it is) is derived from 'doughty' (or so I think) bares the meaning as; 'great;chivalrous;strong;tough'..(b) it's such an addiction..the sweetness and the fluffiness (of a real doughnut I mean), what an infliction. (c) It sounds cute, aww me ;-)

Random blurb: If Pettyfer is not chosen to play Bond during our era, it will only happen because, (a) they have stopped producing Bond movies..(b) when they started making stories about Bond being an ugly loser who works in a grocery shop and watches porn late at night..and (c) well, he's dead? so they have to like..get a new guy? -cross you fingers and hope Radcliffe doesn't get into the list because if he happen to get the role, prepare to enthrall (note:sarcasm) yourself seeing a horse as his Bond girl..instead of scoring a chick with a great rack and tappable ass (how superficial)

I suppose that..I am wrong!
Your behaviour is left questioned at the periphery. Damnit..I really understand nothing at all.
Jezmine's online shop has been refreshed for god knows how many times...sad to only realize that she will only be updating 30 mins extra than the intial time (grr)
Yes, I suppose this post is done just to kill time?
(patience...)
The suspense is killing me, and I can't regurgitate any words no more.
OK IT'S DONE!