Oh shoot.

Yes, I like furballs that bite and poop.

I thought this was my 100th post. But it's not. So um, yeah.


I can't wait to go back. The people back home told me things have changed so much and I'm excited to take them all in like the glutton I truly am. But I can't help feel a little apprehensive. What if things have changed too goddamn much? Too huge even for gluttony to accept? I've had too much bad experience with changes, most of them ended up with me alone and sorry. Bah.

Roti canai wins over any fear any day. If change is what I have to face for a plate of hot, fresh roti canai then so be it. Wahai Rashid bakrupt la kamu.

I hope people don't hate me too much for not keeping as much contact as what's deemed polite in normal society. I'll have to bribe them with presents. Them no good for nothing prats will expect great things but as I don't breed diamonds a T-shirt that says 'I LOVE EGPYT' would have to suffice.


Damn, balang shisha macam mana aku nak bawak balik ni?


Moving on.
I went through my Facebook last night, and I was shocked to see how drastically my friends have changed. Sumpah evolution tahap 1.

Well, not really.


I was just extra emotional last night and when I saw their new pictures I just felt...you know.

POYO. Bahaha!

Poyo lagi.

Semakin hot. Mari saya nak nikah dgn awak.

Rindu WEYH. :(

(Pictures taken from their respective Facebook profiles. Tak ingat mintak permission.)






I never did learn to stop expecting. I've cursed myself with curiousity and naivety, now it's impossible to even try. I should just...sit really still.
sighsigh.




ikan.

Current mood: normal

Listening to: Nobody Puts The Baby In The Corner.