Drinking with brudders. They are one who drink brandy/whisky like water, they can drink with you until you beg tolong. I vomited, like usual, after downing many rock glass of martell and chivas when I reached home. So bad until I saw blood in my toiletbowl.

Nothing makes me happier than having happy hour with the brudders on a weekday night.
Brandy thick thick, water bit bit. Pub empty with all the seats for us to choose from.
What's more can I like me ask for.
Life’s good.

No need waste both time and money go school to get educated on time management, I discovered. Get yourself a darling during your projects peak, is all you need to do to learn everything you need to know about planning and scheduling time. Young, pretty, sexy, smart, chic, sociable, polite, got good heart girl are hard to come by. Must treasure when find. Cannot sit back relax one corner ya ya papaya and wait for things to happen. No such thing as free lunch in this world, my economic lecturer taught me on my first economic lecture, I remember. Get your ass off and do something nice for your someone you plan to make him or her yours, if you want to be a happy person living on earth. Trust me, I won't teach you do wrong things, I only teach you do crazy things.

Alcohol is generally considered the pivot of social interaction. Some drink for joy. Some drink for sorrow. And some drink to relief from anxiety and dissipation of tension.

As a matter of fact, I hate anything that has got to do with numbers, things like mathematic, accounting, statistic, finance, etc. Therefore, its no surprise that anything that has got to do with figures, numbers or calculations were my weakest subjects. So bad until, I don’t remember scoring anything above credit for any of those subjects. So bad until, I will never elect any modules that are related to figures, numbers or calculations, unless it’s a compulsory module. I cannot even solve a basic mathematic now.. ):

that particular night, i was drinking and came past a chick. i got to make friend with her and i sent her home after a night of heavy drinking. she invites me to her house, and then she tells me " bad news sweetie, my period just came". WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Am down to flu. Need plenty of rest and no more late nights.

For a year - ever since I stepped out of government school - I registered myself as a private student in some private school. I developed a very bo chap attitude. As long as I don't get my ass to fail any moudule my stay in school is save, I know.
Things changed.
I'm feeling the stress. I have responsibilities. I now have to make sure I do everything right. I cannot afford to lose my stay in school, for I know, no other school is stupid enough to want a worthless idiot like me.
It's not easy to be a student nowadays, I tell you.
Don't think only students with high high qualification, like you, got stress ok. Boy like me got more stress...

I always have got this urge in me to step inside airpors 'lost & found department', everytime I walk pass one. I feel like walking in one to the counter and ask, ‘excuse me, sorry to trouble. I lost my girlfriend, can you find me a new one?’
I give up that idea everytime, when I look at their counter staff and see their don’t fuck with me look. They all look fierce..

For the good of my future wifes. My utmost priority is study. Got to study hard and find a good job to add more Cs to the five ( carpet, curtain, candle holder, christmas tree and cock) I already own.
I don't intend to share this new found priority of mine with my future wife. For, I got the feeling that she will slap me on the back of my head and warn me never to think about robbing the bank, kidnap rich man. should I tell my future wife I will word hard to provide for her, and she can choose to quit her job and stay home shake legs, watch Korean drama.

If murder is not a crime. I is want to murder that asshole who started casinos. Out of curiousity I went to try out Roulette and just ten twenty bucks per stake can sum up to hundreds in no time. It's evil making me pay through notes. I told myself; for the benefit of my notes and world peace I should refrain from gambling of any kind. But my problem is. I don't fucking listen to myself. Soccer betting, got my arse losing off the amount enough for a branded Louis Vuitton bag late this week. - is so unhappy with me getting myself into the shiats I got into. that, - bans me from gambling without - permissions.
Must.Think.Of.A.Way.To.Make.-.Let.Me.Gamble

what goes around comes around. luck came and go! it went off so fast that i couldnt even catch it. damn.

Whoever says this world is fair, dont have that kind of feeling i am feeling right now..

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