To your right is a poll. I would be very thankful if you vote on it.
Thursday night. I'm in a pissed off mood. I got a mug of hot Milo beside me, my calm beverage. The internet here is sucky, making me ache for the one at home. I'll be home in sixteen hours.
*takes a sip*
Chocolate goodness. Earphones in my ear, volume turned up. I need Mokesart.
What do I do, When lightning strikes me?
I'm sitting on the floor, leaning against my bed which creaks every single time I move in my sleep. *takes another sip* I've been reading The Shining this week. Its a bit long winded to me. Necessary maybe. I'll do a review on it if I feel like it.
I'm talking about L O L O L O V E
I got a temper. I admit that. I don't really let it out often but when I do, I don't give a fuck on what happens. I usually calm myself down when I feel the anger creeps over me. I'll write something, scribble on a piece of paper while muttering insults under my breath.
*shivers from the cold*
Which is why I was so tempted to throw something today. If I could, I would have thrown that particular report to someone's face. But I didn't. Instead, I've bitched about it to 5 people, even with the bad internet. With more bitching, the boiling calms down to a simmer.
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
*takes a long sip of Milo*
Let me give you one piece of advice.
Never ever ever trust someone who has the whole "Its nothing personal, its business" manner to them.
Hold them at arm's length. Never fucking think that they value your friendship. The weak ones would be too cowardly to even say it to your face.
When you left, I lost a part of me. Is this so hard to believe?
My Milo is warm.
Every song I sing, I'll sing for you
I might just be drunk on Milo. I feel like babbling anything that comes to my mind.
Oh, do you know, in our friendship of more than one year, I've never skyped with Mokesart? The guy gives his excuses. Trust me.
So I want you to pop by his blog and leave him a message:
"Skype with Hanis. Or call her."
Right at this moment, at 10.18pm on the 5th, I'm thinking that guy brings out the best and worst in me.
God, I'll get a hangover from this Milo. I even got a test in 12 hours. Woohoo.
Get out get out of my head, Come fall into my arms instead, I don't know what is it, I need that one thing, You got that one thing.
I'll be posting this once I get home Friday afternoon.