We're basically the same kind of idiots.

I feel like a thread that's been cut.

I feel like a Die Hard video that's been paused right before a 40 wheel truck of oil explodes or something.

I feel like Bruce Willis with hair.

I think I've gotten fatter too. I don't know how that could be possible with puasa and all, but that's me, doing the impossible when it comes to my stomach's gluttonous, all cream filled needs and wants.

sigh.

So it turns out I didn't fail my PBL. Not that I'm gloating or anything, but if I'm not mistaken what with the poor picture quality, but I think I got a B -.

Ha ha ha. bitch.

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Chendol man, I always have the best conversations with you. Conversations that have things like "I'm a jelly eating toad that has wings and croaks out frank sinatra every full moon." in it. Conversations that reminds me that it's absolutely okay to be big douche because douchebaggery runs on both sides of the fence when you're in love.

We are rockin' this friendship, my wise friend.

Now, don't I have the coolest friends or what?

This is the first time "Ika Nosha" is on a cake and if you ask me it's the best thing to be written on a cake ever.

The pink person on my lap is my present.