(Wednesday, April 30, 2008)
Perhaps the most uneventful night of my life foe the past 6 months. Chill music permeates the vacumn mercilessly.
Peace was never felt at such degree. I really need a slower pace. Playing catch is for doughnut eating policemen.
11:12 PM
not me.
(Thursday, April 17, 2008)
in retrospective, it was an important call. the secret service has just found out where The Terrorist is at they had to fucking inform me. Even when i was driving. as luck would have it, some cop saw me with a phone on my face because 'i really had to answer the call'.
the rest is the case of you-do-what-you-need-to-do
12:56 PM
Guide
(Wednesday, April 02, 2008)
The cardinal rule is you do not consume alcohol when the reason arise has absolutely nothing to do with fun. As far as I am concerned rules are rules. Rules are freaking made not to be broken.
It was but a good guideline perhaps if I hadn't made the rule at 19 fucking years old. While I was drunk. Trying to impress chicks. Trying to be fucking Aristotle and Freud. Absolutely desperated to get laid.
Then again life then was simple. I go classes and I pass my examinations. Everything else falls through with few snags.
They taste absolutely foul, them whiskies. But I don't retaliate the damn fact that they did indeed get rid of my splitting headache since yesterday.
6:53 PM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic