ok.. i suppose it’s not satisfying drinking just 2 cans of beer each night. this weekend, i’m going to be wasted. perhaps to curb WWS- Wasted Withdrawal Syndrome…
Anyone care to join me? If you are from KL, please take a bus down south. It’s about 5-hours journey ride. Unless you are driving, and like a F1-driver-wannabe, then maybe it takes about 3 hours. Just be careful after you’ve passed the Causeway though…
some times, it’s just so sad when i see people not appreciating what’s around them.
yesterday’s my friend’s birthday. yes, he’s the same fella whom i’ve blogged previously, the one who has all the people around him caring for him…
he got all the wishes, he got a few cakes, and it’s going to continue on today, as today’s saturday, and it’s a much better time to celebrate since it’s the weekend as compared to a Friday…
seeing how he gets all those wishes really made me think how i had my birthday…
no, i’m not the terrible that-old-man who lived a few blocks away with a “go away” sign. but i simply don’t have the kind of circle of friends like this fella.
but what really irk me is simply how he sees his life. he thinks he’s leading a terrible life, a lousy life, etc. but the actual fact is, he has many friends that he should be thankful for, and he never really seemed to realize that.
i felt certain bitterness while singing the happy birthday song when me and a few friends presented him with a cake, because I looked at him and wonder if he’s worth the care around him.
Perhaps i’m jealous; WTH, yeah! I’m pretty jealous. He has all the ‘richness’ of life that he can ask for, comsidering how deserving he is. He’s just damn lucky to be who he is, and who’s around him. That’s what I think.
Anyway, I see that he has all the happiness around him, but he never really sees it. It’s sad, it’s sad.
But me not being in his shoes, but as a friend to him, I’m wishes him Happy Birthday. Love’s all around ya, just have to have to see and feel it…
In my room now. Just finished my 3rd can of beer… Love it.
I went to a beach recently. It was absolutely deserted and it was as good a paradise can get.
I was there in the afternoon. I bought some beer and cigarette and I was all pissed out by the 2nd can. It was simply because I did not have lunch that day…
It’s absolutely heaven, lying on the beach, nearly naked, with a can in one hand and a cigarette in the other. All I hear is the distant wind. It wasn’t that hot, but I wish the sun would be stronger then…
It took quite a walk along the beach to the shoreline, and it took quite some time to walk into the sea, and still, having the water level not above my hips…
Self-reflecting moments then…
How I wish I can stay much longer…
it’s been tiring. really so so tiring…
i’ve been losing focus for everything reasons that i think its right.
work has been streaming in like nobody’s business, and the people around me are not feeling the current. it’s crazy, absolutely amazing when i see how some people just go about without reacting.
shockwaves were sent over, but apparently, only me and another knew something’s brewing… the rest happily go about their dailies.
the latecomers still come late, or later. the under-achievers still under-perform. and me, being the supervisor, is going nuts trying to manage all of them, and me myself are doing production work…
i’m going crazy with all those responsibilities piled on to me. i’m growing tired, and i’ve started to drink more…
it’s not good for me, not for others. it’s just going to happen, when i fall into deep shit without realizing it…
anyway, i came to this conclusion:
some people are not meant to be help, for they don’t want to be helped…
damn you!
it’s a pretty known fact that, when you gulp in beer, you are toilet-bound, several times in fact, due to nature’s call…
the number of times you visit the toilet when you are drunk is perhaps equivalent to the number of times you visited the toilet for the whole day, or maybe two or even three.
and it’s a pleasure to pee…
it is indeed, so much so that you want to stand at the cubicle forever. you close your eyes, and dream on, until the person behind you tap on your shoulder and ask if you are done…
(i don’t know what the girls’ ‘habit’ though in the toilet when they are drunk…)
now…
i notice this:
i have a very bushy pube.
my friends and I used to make fun of those ‘hairy’ guys, like those ang mo; we would say things like they would most probably pee in their pants before they find their dicks when they have to do it because they have to search through a whole forest…
and i THINK i have a lot of hair down there.
and i THINK, i would want to trim them!
I would want to reach for the scissors now and snip, snip… but I suppose it’s not a good idea to do so when you are all tipsy…heh.
but i think i would do it, because i think if i wear swimming trunks, it would be quite un-sight-ly to have hair peeking out…
because i think that it’s the least i can do to make what’s below the belt looks a bit more ‘present-able’…
LOL
LOL
LOL
think bout it guys, the part below your belt needs some kind of attention too, like what’s at the top of your head. no?
my room mate is playing computer game rite now.
stupid idiot.
he’s been playing it everyday, since he bought the new game a few days ago. damn irritating ler…
i know i’ve been drunk in his room before, but i’ve yet to molest him or disturb him in any other way…
stupid as*h*le
:p
i just love carlsberg btw 
it’s quite interestingly comfortable, to be drunk in the same room with my relative sleeping next to me, as i blog on…….muahaha
btw, happy belated merdeka day.
now…back to life.
life’s been mediocre. nothing much. it’s been quite a while since i last visited pub/ club/ etc…
been getting drunk by myself.
i don’t see that as a sad thing though :p
hmmm… anyone who wants to join me, or wanna go to some club/ pub… can leave a msg.
me going to spore next week. perhaps to meet up with a friend and well, u guess it, get drunk throughout the broad daylight day and night…
:p
