[I'm not here for your entertainment, You don't really wanna mess with me tonight.] School's out as of yesterday at 1630H. I'm making mental decisions on whether to resume the slavery I left two weeks back or start from scratch & set foot into a whole new industry. Maybe I could play it safe & deal with slavery till 21st of next month. It is gonna be the fasting month & I fucking hell need to be on the ball if I don't want to be a nuisance or get stuck baking kuehs. & I'd need money if I want to go impulse shopping. Srsly, I have got to venture into that form of art one of these days. & no, not on records either.
I'm doing double takes on the change of hairstyles.
I'm pissed at reading materials customs. Fucking narrow-minded LKY-bred bastards. They're depriving me of exposure to knowledge.
Digressing; Deep down, I'm dying & screaming out for change. A complete drastic transition. For better or for worse, i don't really care right about now. I'm so sick of knowing how things are like, the way they're wired & what comes up next. I want to get knocked off my rooted feet. An event or transition that can blow my fucking armpit hairs out that I don't have to shave them. I know, wtf, but you get my drift. AH SEE. JFC.
I miss my anonimity. I miss my darkness. Mostly, I miss my drifterdays. I miss travelling halfway through this shithole of a country, armed with only my ezlink, munch money & my music in my ears. But you know what's even fucked up? I miss my friends & I wanna spend quality time with them. I want to catch up on what's happening to them, on what's revolving around them since we started drowning in our separate lives. Not just small talk. I need some substance. I wanna hear something that cuts close to the bone, expressed.
I am the walking example of a conflict within an individual. Fuck you, Organisational Behaviour. & fuck you, CC Leong for stealing Melbourne away from me.
