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And I might stop and look upon your face, disappear in your sweet sweet gaze.
I (hope I'll be) am graduating bitches.

After years and years of teeth-clenching, blood and tears (I don't sweat much), blogging, bitching, and suicidal thoughts, it is finally (I hope) over. OVER.

OVER HOES. OVER OVER OVER.

blergh

maybe because i overloaded myself with this dangerous song today.


thanks ben, i needed the push. no sarcasm.

lopkiuhhh

Sleeping in the living room downstairs because I'm done with the couch (and idiots) upstairs.

Ohai. I never knew so many people read my blog.

It's this time of the year again, and I don't know if it's sheer coincidence or hormonal, but hey hey hey, ...
Never mind. Nah, baca lah korang.
Orang private-kan blog sebab busy separuh mati, cannot be distracted.

I just finished my graduation show just now.
It feels... unreal. Nothing to hate anymore. I wont be grinding my teeth unconsciously anymore. Unless that biatch decides to fail me because she can.

But why am I still

skullcap

Tangkap gambar Papa pakai benda ni. Yeah... this is my new surgery hat. Kena ada ekor sikit, baru pirate. What do you think?

(Um, skulls and surgeries?)

Tak tau la nak cakap apa

"Look at that French man, wearing his beret, eating his breakfast."
I looked around and my dad was the only one wearing a beret.

contemplating

You have no idea how much I hate photography right now.
It's so overrated, and perhaps I've been allowing myself to see mediocre, amateur photography for quite some time now...
Photography is no longer inspiring. I don't remember the last time I wanted to take a picture.

Sigh, I miss private moments with my Eos 55. It's so old now, sometimes it doesn't work.
I don't know why I bother writing this, really. I don't care about photography.
I don't care what people say about my pictures.
My pictures are private. You don't have to understand them, you don't have to put effort.
I don't have to put effort. They're mine. They turn out the way I want them to.
If they don't, then more than obvious they'll be deleted.

I only keep what I want to keep.
I'm discarding unnecessary things in my life.

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Getting lost this Friday. I no longer read the news because it's too depressing and frustrating.
Enough with the corruption and drama, just do your fucking jobs la.

African American Cultural Appreciation Night at Merah was awesome. Fried chicken, White Chicks, carbonated drinks (which of course, I didn't drink), stand-ups, and Azam's unforgettable Tupac t-shirt.

Next, Anglo-Saxon!