today was totally owning the workplace. literally. it was only me and my friend and my other friend plus the hot scientist. the rest had a trip to KL for some correspondence thingy. we did some stupid lamed up stuffs in the lab which we had it taped and will not post it anywhere here. kalo supervisor tahu. mampos. so if you wanna catch it... nevermind. dont need to. and i think the canteen aunty that sells muslim food likes us. anak makcik satu JC, satu sec4. dua dua pompuan. (makcik pun jambu herself, anak dierr lagi). mampos. sheits.

how could they hold bottles and have their labels on.aint know that stuffs. peers on ciggs. got their drinks wipe till the brim, living the nightlife like tapes on rewind. time, back limping with cans cramp on sweaty palms. drunk ladies got cramps from guys who got cramped up beers up on their mindful egoes. impossibly pondering, whats up with the influences. the labels just got loose. on a drowning path back to choose. time ticks ask yourself.

im used to chill alone on occasional nights with pencil on sketches observing the people surround me. and im strong to influences, making me tight scared ill just drown and get my faith down the drain with them peers that doesnt seem to feel wrong with clubbing and drinking and smoking ish. and what happened to religion? im a small fly in this destructing world trying to uphold the responsibilities from Him. and yet i kept slipping from the good and get influenced. whats bad? ill ask myself. dont mind me. im just fearing.

ehh book tennis court. lepas tuhh main balls.

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