Stephen came over to my place just now.
We walked out from my house to the hang-out place of my residential area, Mamak Stall of Taman Manis.
Walking in the night is definately nice, especially with someone you always shout "f*ck" when you mean a f*ck instead of some decent wordings, like "Oh, it is fine!" with a so fake smile.
[At first, I felt so reluctant to go as people will raise their eyebrows when they see a girl and a boy are alone together. And, they always relate you with some lovey-dovey things. This is a culture here. Suprisingly, I am so absorbed and I really behave according to their pattern. Luckily, I misbehaved tonight!!!]
Talking for quite a wide range of issues.
Of course, these hang-out nights will not miss the dissatisfactions of LIFE.
Life, spelling it seems so very easy, but living it is so much challenging.
He puked quite a lot.
[No, we did not have alcohol. Just one cold Horlick, one hot milo and satays, Nurse. *He went for an operation last semester before our final examination.* ]
My comfort is always sounding like this "What to do? We just have to be a grown-up."
Honestly saying, I had no idea how to define a grown-up is.
I was just repeating the words someone(x3) told me the other days.
F*cking lame!!!
I mean myself of course; not anyone who told me cause I know you are kind enough to listen to my nanny's mumbles and trying to comfort me.
The only thing I knew about being a grown-up tonight is you getting lame each days.
Constraining yourself to reach out for things that people think are abnormal.
Saying all the lame words to be courteous enough to survive in this world.
Hating yourself for doing them, but you can do nothing to change it.
GROWN-UP! F*CK U!
Anyway, it is a nice night out after doing FYP for such a long while.
Thanks Stephen! Thanks for the satays! Long live my pal!
[Come on, don't wink there. I mean it! ^0^ ]
We walked out from my house to the hang-out place of my residential area, Mamak Stall of Taman Manis.
Walking in the night is definately nice, especially with someone you always shout "f*ck" when you mean a f*ck instead of some decent wordings, like "Oh, it is fine!" with a so fake smile.
[At first, I felt so reluctant to go as people will raise their eyebrows when they see a girl and a boy are alone together. And, they always relate you with some lovey-dovey things. This is a culture here. Suprisingly, I am so absorbed and I really behave according to their pattern. Luckily, I misbehaved tonight!!!]
Talking for quite a wide range of issues.
Of course, these hang-out nights will not miss the dissatisfactions of LIFE.
Life, spelling it seems so very easy, but living it is so much challenging.
He puked quite a lot.
[No, we did not have alcohol. Just one cold Horlick, one hot milo and satays, Nurse. *He went for an operation last semester before our final examination.* ]
My comfort is always sounding like this "What to do? We just have to be a grown-up."
Honestly saying, I had no idea how to define a grown-up is.
I was just repeating the words someone(x3) told me the other days.
F*cking lame!!!
I mean myself of course; not anyone who told me cause I know you are kind enough to listen to my nanny's mumbles and trying to comfort me.
The only thing I knew about being a grown-up tonight is you getting lame each days.
Constraining yourself to reach out for things that people think are abnormal.
Saying all the lame words to be courteous enough to survive in this world.
Hating yourself for doing them, but you can do nothing to change it.
GROWN-UP! F*CK U!
Anyway, it is a nice night out after doing FYP for such a long while.
Thanks Stephen! Thanks for the satays! Long live my pal!
[Come on, don't wink there. I mean it! ^0^ ]