you’re a post modern girl and im an old fashioned guy.
theres been alot of.. how should i put it.. ha.. talk about life.. thy life and others around you.. closest ones, cannot help but did, since the air here are much cleaner and it breathes life, sincerity and hope. umph, what else to talk other than foods, unemployment and the proper way to treat bitches.. umm.. facial (not facial jaga muka, cumshot to the face) and anal haha.. since its degrading, but we’re not gonna touch much further abt that subject. conslusion from the talks of life :-
tried so hard, effort’s not paid off.
seeing others surpasses you,
will power got weakened, hope is fading.
will can be repaired, but that doesnt apply with hope.
even surrounded by people, it is lonely.
when we’re down, we seek refuge..
get shelter from drugs, its wonderland..
but drugs destroys dream.
more and more reason why i despise talking about life.
happy friendship day, have a good one peoples.
back in alorstar.
will be back with nasty maharaja cuisine pictures!
bwahahahahaha!!
oh man oh man, weed is gooooooooood here.
p/s: my personal interpretation of cocksucker in past post are those ditzy girls who watch too much indon sloppy love movies and talk nothing else except AF and even grouped up to watch the AF concert on saturdays at Brother’s cafe (KJ’s Brothers) and actually screamed for mawi. no offense, i do watch AF, but not with 50 or 100s of mawi fans screaming while im enjoying my teh tarik. no heart feelings.
i have acquired something rather disturbing yet cute news from a well known college gossiper over YM, he said;
gossiper: most of the chicks at college thinks you’re mentally disturbed u know, now all of your fans are flocking to a greener pasture.
corpsie: i got fans? didnt bother, they’re all cocksuckers
gossiper: got fans.. i know la, im hanging out with them, now im gonna tell
corpsie: ……
corpsie: im gonna pretend that i’ve nvr met you, starting from now and we nvr had this conversation.
he is such a cocksucka.