RETURN OF FARTMAN!

Yesterday...

The ability to look back at what we've done has always seemed to fascinate people.

So what did I do yesterday?

I finished class at 12. I was at the lounge at 1230, all the way till 730. 3 different groups of people came down to join me at different times. Are these friends? Or just people who need help?

Does it matter? Everyone needs help sometimes. I should set up shop there, offer my services by the hour.

A classmate asked me to summarise the sentence "People are usually flexible in many ways, but they should never compromise their values and beliefs" into 3 words. I stared at it for 5 seconds, and told her "Keep It Real". I found that blood hilarious and retarded, but she went ahead and used it for her heading anyway. Sometims I really wonder what goes through their minds. Ok I don't want to know.

We made good yesterday, and I'm happy. Not everything has to be this painful. There's enough pain going around, emanating from people who cause it to others on purpose. I have done no such thing with the intention of causing any pain, so why. It doesn't make sense.

Fell asleep around 430 at the lounge. I woke up to this girl plopping herself down next to me. I told her to move away cos I wanted space to stretch and sprawl. I hate people I don't like taking my space. Only a certain elect few are allowed to do that.

I met the ex for dinner. I had an agenda. She didn't. The food was at least half-decent. As compared to something from the kopitiam in school. Really now. Someone should come up with the concept or revamping the food scene in schools. It's really getting too annoying and boring how school food always has to taste like shit.

I met Jason after. He showed me the satisfaction of being in a turbocharged again. I've forgotten whawt it feels like, and settled for VTEC. No more. I have a new aim. If I'm to die ever in a car accident, it will not be in a VTEC. Sure, superficial and himbotic. whatever. I like can already.

Spent the rest of the evening mucking about with somehting that was long overdue. The end result looks like shit. My intentions were good. This is getting to be a pattern. I'm starting to wonder if every aspect of my life's gonna be like that. Good intentions, shit results.

Finally slept after receiving a message from my beloved baby about how she had to wake up to answer the call of nature. No, not that call of nature. THE OTHER ONE. The big one.

And, finally, I'm here again. Another day ahead of me, just waiting to be made.

posted by Da Buffalo! @ 9:12 AM