Current Mood: Fluctuating & Rockstar Wannabe

Well……

We have no Alton Towers, neither have Chessington Word of Adventures, LEGOLAND Windsor or even Thorpe Park. Regardlessly, Three words from me.

GENTING… WAS… WOWSOME! (Like i have a choice?)

Sometimes, its merely the coterie that counts rather than the near lethal excitement.

Maybe it’s time for a breezy weekend? No?

Current Mood: Frustrated & Gloomy

Dear YOU,

Everything seems hallucinatory… diffused doubled visions. When i slowly opened my eyes, it was only 4 o’clock in the morning, 2 hours after my first attempt to sleep, but the recent rounds fuck-up have caught insomnia hissing at the back of my ear… leaving me mental. My whole nervous system has been electrocuted, given the mere recalibration. Everything around me appears to have an exaggerated effect.

The ticking of my alarm clock besides me, every seconds bits of its movement twitches my brain. Weakly, i flung it straight at the wall… it crashes in the darkness of sombre.

I lie still on one side and concentrate eventually, i can detect the shape and position of all my entire internal organ apparently. The weak and wet lungs bellowing there, the yellow-grey liver slumped against my backbone, the purple kidneys engorged and bruised, the intestines… groaning hot inside.

Suddenly i felt like I’m a walking zombie. As i move my head scarcely, the rustling of my hair against the pillow sounded massively amplified too. I have the epoxysm of shooting myself.

I reminisce… that one thing that bothers me. What happened? And there it is … the supressed memory. FUCKED UP … bubbling up like a fart in a bathtub. FUCKED UP… you … Suddenly revoking my memory, like a rewinding of the cassette. The remnants of my drowsiness disappeared vividly.

I hate i have to let you go that easily… Because I actually hate you so much now, i should have crack your head loudly at the window frame. I should have give you a spinning round once, twice and ho… sending you down face-first onto the floor with my knuckles… blood in abundance, drying up along times.

I hate you… and i hate myself not getting up viciously, titled my head slightly downward and clenched my teeth, that i frowned because frowning helps me focus my energy, and of course, drawing your attention at the forehead. Then… Aim, and fire! Lunging forward and strike you with my full body weight. An hateful sneeze…

AT-CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!

Head-butting you, bringing your mortified mother-fucking face… turning blue.

Even all those above shall leave me feeling the spasm of fleeting but intense sensation streaming inside, with the satisfactonary taste of vengeance. Yet… I JUST LET YOU GO… just like that, safe and sound… no cracks and jacks.

I watched you walk away… straining myself to low tide with collective autophobias and pains. I remain solitude right on the spot, stripped down to the core of me, bleeding.

I don’t even know how life would be without you anymore, I don’t even know how to dispense this unflinching heart-stabbing emotions. And here I’m… feeling the pain viscerally… This is the last of me that u shall see me in before i go rehab.

I LOVE YOU
I HATE YOU MORE NOW…

While you’re smilling away with your new love. Sweet dreams… My C*BAI EX.

Regards,
splashmilk.

Current Mood: Flirtatious & Relaxed

I’m still clasping on the debris of New Year whim and like devils may care, I’ve been on fair doldrums (just like anyone else in the office). How was your New Year Eve, did you sleep through it? Or did you rejoice it through the midst of cracking laughters?

Under dilemma of some friendly invitation to Countdown parties in the city and uptown. I vowed for a city escapade from exaggerated traffics, both mechanical and bionic. The old friends and I have decided to commemorate with a New Year Eve BBQ with a lots of marinated chops and stewed chickens, all thanks to the girls.

Nonetheless,

HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL! W00T!