Posted:
Sunday, October 25, 2009
by sacul in
So guess what, I'm actually updating this thing after about 2 months or so. SPM is about 20 days or so away. Fuck. Over the past few weeks , I've realized life life isn't fair, not one bit (cue dramatic music straight from a Tamil soap opera along with those awesome camera angles). I've been through a fair amount of shit this year, aided by certain friends who I trust enough to share these problems with. To you guys & gals (you know who you are), I thank you =D But just as I dodge one testosterone fueled bull charging at me like the ultra sexy matador that I am, another bull comes from behind & stabs me in the back, cuts me up, and dumps my body in the river. Basically, every time I'm over something, something else comes along to fuck me up. Slowly but surely I'm being eaten from the inside by a flesh eating virus from hell, hell bent on making me suffer. Killing me would be too easy for Earl (yes I named my virus Earl) , nooo, he would rather watch me suffer first before slowly puncturing my rock hard abs (or my chest, whichever floats your boat) with a dagger (yes, Earl, my flesh eating virus now has a dagger) and twisting it before letting go, watching my limp, sexy matador-esque body fall to the ground lifelessly. Then there's my future to worry about. Then there's my family. Then there's her. On the bright side, when/if I somehow make it through all this, there's a party in my place on the 12th of December. It's kinda like an after party plus my birthday thing all in one. So yeah, whoever is reading this, your invited. Lastly, rumors, please go fuck yourself, or, fuck Earl if you want. Thank you. Now I'm off to study. Till the 8th of December.