Fairytales and bullsh*t

It was a good long talk with an old friend.

What I've said and learn: Everyone have a specific ideal person in their mind, and a fairytale. It's either you put those fairytale into fiction, our just simply adjust that fairytale to be fitted in into your reality. We have to make do with what we have.

The Consequences...

...OF DOING YOUR A JOB WITH A PERFECTIONIST IS HORRIBLE!!!!!!!!!

It's freaking 4.23 am and I'm still sitting here, waiting for my classmate...to finish up..the freaking..ASSIGNMENT!!!!!!! Cos she wants it to be just..PERFECT!

My bed...my lovely bed....boohoo! and plus...Pooh! I wanna snuggle with Pooh..boohoo.

Me no likey school at this moment. Hmph! Me tempted to do coffee...*rub eyes and pout*

Listen to the rain of the rooftop..can you hear?

Every storm brings with it hope that somehow by morning, everything will be made clean again. And even the most troubling stains will have disappeared. Like the doubts over his innocence or the consequence of his mistake. Like the scars of his betrayal or the memory of his kiss. So you wait for the storm to pass hoping for the best even though you know in your hearts some stains are so indelible, nothing can wash them away.

The mucus that flows...

I've decided to bath after a whole day at home. I was just simply lazy and feeling dirty. But, I'm all clean now. Side effects: Flu.

I'm in the midst of doing Case Study when my classmate came online. One thing lead to another. From a complain, to a suggestion (since it can be a group project..you guys go figure), then to her not wanting, and suddenly she wants to see how I did it and ask for the materials, and then...Wa-la! She's doing half of it now. Brilliant. *Raise eyebrows and grin*

Our Mr Raaz, somehow managed to persuade me not to work on Saturday. I feel bad...*poutie*. But, I've already changed my shift to Friday, which means I have to skip school (that's bad too..very bad). But all is well...it's settled.

Same goes for my assignments! Hurray... *whistle and pop party poppers*! Relax, and what else should I do? Countdown!!!!! *points to the sidebar* Yes that "one". And this Friday.. *gasp!* Defected in The House with Claude Monnet!
Check his music here : www.claudemonnet.com

Ramly Ramly Ramly...that's all I can think of. *hmmm....*

Spaghetti routine of throwing and see which sticks longer on wall.

That's how bored I am.

The daily routine of stoning and lazing is making a turn on me. I'm getting bored of that. *Wonders...* Okie, that's just simply the moron side of me talking. Don't judge.

Counting down the days! Big party big party! Huraaaaaaayyyyy! *Hops around*...*pant pant*..*hops again!*. I have to get ready my "energizer batteries" for the whole night fun and fill me with toxics! *Look side to side*..not in a bad way toxics as in where they dump in the river or wad, no no, not that. Woooooo..! *Hops again!!!!*. Shangrila here I come!

*blurp blurp*

That's kinda the sound if I were to drown my head in the water.

My mind's tired and my body's aching. And I haven't got enough sleep. *Pout*

I wish life would be like a chalkboard where u write and able to erase errors. At least the marks of the chalks won't be that bad. Tick tock is taking something away every minute.

I think I should write a letter to Santa too like ChungDie. Make believes is so much better and fun.

It burns like a litted ciggie.

In some ways, we grow up - we have families. We get married...divorced...but for the most part, we still have the same problems that we did when we were fifteen. No matter how much we grow older, taller, wiser, we are still forever tumbling..and yet, forever wondering...
Then at some point, you're officially an adult. Suddenly, you're old enough to vote, drink, engaging in adult activities. Then, people expect you to be responsible, serious, a grown-up. We get taller, we do get older...but, do we really grow up?

Energizer is my only coffee. Right at this moment.

The new slogan for this week would be... "Nothing beats me to oblivion like Ramly Burger!" Yes, the feeling of having that cheap indulgence melt in your mouth is the most exhilarating feeling, ever! But messy is the price to pay.

I guess majority of the class DTHD 0703A is trying to have the possibility of getting their Accounting n Finance assignment done. I had my own tactics..hahaa! But, I am still wide awake at the most absurd hours ever, 6.00am. The smell of McDonalds's breakfast is making me famish. Right, I am in every Singaporean's favourite fast food restaurant.

I think I shall log off and head home. Tmr, would be a whol new day for Ramly! Munch munch!