fag.

i already know how its gonna go tmr, and on saturday. i could only hope i am wrong. but oh well, be content with what i do and what i have. best part is, its you.


you know whats a really fag thing to do? eat macdonalds three days in a row, when you're sick.
mcdonalds is food for the disabled. its comfort, its easy and best of all, its potatoes.
so wheni eat mcdonalds, you dont actually feel any guilt, and then slowly its creeping, and then panic hour when you dont shit it out within the next 5 hours, then you find yourself sticking a finger down your throat hoping to get your $6.10 back. not.

tmr there's school, thats a fag thought. i actually like school alot, but there's like geog and math and other unimportant stuff that i dont want to think about. i hate having to worry about pw, and homework, and the fucking deadlines, i hate it when i cant make it for friend dates cause of pending homework. and i love to hate complaining, and i do it anyway. i love to contradict myself, cause you dont really know what i mean at the end of the day.

you know whats another fag thing, spending your sunday, your whole sunday, on the com doing nothing. when there's integration hwmk, geog readings and GP left to do. so like, fuck? im going to school early tmr to complete undone stuff, so yea i have to wake up early tmr, and im on the yellow pill, the best flu drug in the world, that knocks you out cold half an hour after taking it. so should i take it now so that i dont hit the snooze button at 550 in the morning tmr? hmm, talk about the biggest dillemma of the century.

so then there's the whining. thats another fag thing. the crazy whining goes on in your head. the time of the month, the backaches, then tuesday there's gst. tmr is the 14th of july, the cycle repeats. the right thing to do is to do things anti clockwise, if clockwise aint working for you. but im fag, so i'll try to make clockwise work, its like turning me into a chinese speaking beef eating gambling shitbag. and then like sara says, life sucks and then you die.

another fag thing ive been doing lately, is playing with my mega massive graphic calculator. that thing is awesome, i can like draw on it. i think its better than a macbook. i am kidding myself. i would like to muy a macbook air, everyone contribute a dollar to my macbook fund pls. kthx.


this would be most close to sensible entry since the fag days. i am still a fag, i still think about fag stuff, cry over fag stuff. and then there's the fag promos to worry about. 7 weeks to sept hols. 8 weeks to realm of destruction, no hope and faith. i think i'll be seeing noone at orientation 2009.

have i mentioned my grades? they're the faggiest things ive ever seen, they make me feel like imma failure. only gd thing is tamil alevels is this year, and i seem to be going fine with it. D in secondary school was a faggy grade, but nowwwwww, D is our craving, D is stable, shiok. H1: A,D,E. H2: U,S,D cb, failed two h2 subjects, dont even get me started on geog, fagggy grade, faggy attempt, lit was shit, Subpass cause othello. who cares about that black NS man? i dont, i do not give a rats ass if desdemona lost her hankie to cassio or if cassio had gay sex with iago. i really dont, give me some good shit to work with, i like brave new world, it saved me from a U. i woulda gotten a D. if it werent for Iago and Roderigo. Econs bagus, got D. i love elasticity. GP got D/E, not sure if they round up half marks, math was faggy,E but its a band 2. i shall attempt to pay attention during math, and pimp with paolo when i get my promo math results back.A for tamil, fucking surprise. maybe is cause of the relentless 5 page essay on nonsense, my teacher seems to like the length, maybe cause he ran out of toilet paper at home.

Kuma made it as ics prezzie. that donkey is a genius at this kinda thing, so shiok only. paul has been M.I.A for ten years, i feel faggy missing people. then there's the xx dawn yang weird ass conflict thing, fag thing to be concerned about, but its pretty cool watching two fake things have a go at one another, i just cant wait to see who's plastic nose falls out first. thats the only thing wendy's got to lose though, since only her nose is fake, but dawn's whole face is fake.

im reading c-w's lj before she moved away from the public eye. it wont be long till we all find her again. she craves attention. funny thing is i wonder why me, and some others are so obsessed with knowing more about her. unravelling her stories. actually, there isnt any point, she's just a lost little girl, no point beating her down. pretty irrational on both parts. oh well, it still never fails to amuse me, i still snigger when she walks by, funny thing is i dont know her personally. all ive heard is stories. ahh, but im quick to judge, shoot me. im not that perfect myself though, maybe i should try taking a chance on her, then like... route to enlightenment or something? i think thats the most close to fagless ive been today. good on you aish.

mummy just bought cookie dough, i am euphoric. nice end to a faggy day aint it?