Yawn. My life is getting fucking rountine. Weekdays for classes and workends to mug hard. And it goes on and on.
I need my life. But then, upon some time, i realised that i actually don't do much things outside -- that is -- apart from drinking.
And if you let me choose between drinking and other activities like (pool, snacks-out, movie), i will choose to drink. Damn. maybe movie will be good, only if i like that movie. =) I'm beocming an addict. In a month, i will at least drink for 5-6 times, eevry weekend i guess without fail, unless there is something on.
Due to my pristine nature, ehem ehem, i think i must stop myself from the constant thought of booze and liquor. But, the more i suppress, the more my body crave for it.
Oh well. I did manage to even dream of drinking chivas one night.
Before i proceed, ladies and gentlemen, (even though i know none reading this blog) i am not a Max Drinker. I dirnk in moderation, till the point i feel 20% shiok, which is about 1-2glasses of whiskey dry, or 2 glasses of long island tea or 1glass of hoegarrden top up with a pina colada. The REASON behind it, is because i drive. I knew it's already over the freaking limit, but still. I hope i dun get caught. Now, i no longer dare, after being traumatised by the stringent, intimating-looking, i-wan-to-shove-my-flashlight-up-drunk-drivers menace of roadblock police.
And, i got summon for parking illegally for 50bucks. Reason for me parking there: To get a drink.
And, dark knight is nice!
And, i put my triangleplate when im driving home today (about 1am), and one fucking honda civic type-R challenged me. Of course i lose. Is like speed jet versus tuckboat, there is WTFLOLBBQ chance of maybe 0.01% to win him. Fuck him. While i was cruising then, he braked and rev rev engine 2times right beside me *vroom vroom* and shot off. i lose. (I never even wanted to challenge him).
Tuckboat: 0
Speed Jet: 10
But, at the next traffic light, God apparently have eyes. He placed one fat truck infront of him. So i overtook him. The feeling is shiok. I won. After which, i swerve into his lane, kept flashing my brake lights, slowly down abruptly coutinuously, and it infuriated him much.
He 'middle-fingered' me when i switched lane to turn. Being so tired and my mood wasn't good, i winked at his gf (who was quite lian but cute).
Tuckboat: 500
Speed Jet: 10
And, pseudo-gf just called me, at freaking 2.45am. But it's okay. She's nice to me. =)
And, good night.

