For wankers, by a good man.

How often people call me wanker even though i never got caught. And more often than not, i surfed porno sites to get the vision, the wild feeling of being on a mission of finding the chemistry of being sexually stimulated.

I talk crap, but i tell you truth, the whole truth of who i am.

Not in a shy way, i admit i’m an avid wanker. I do this on a regular basis: i wank, i go to sleep. I wake up the next day, no different than the shitty person i am.

How la, i so sad =(

For reasons i can’t tell, it’s no secret i like to talk things that never relate to anything.

So, i thought one day i’d become a professor. I wrote this in a buku laporan under cita-cita and filled them with so many red colours, the shades of my mom’s scolding and the colour of what i’ve become.

I’ve become too amusing, to myself. I laugh, and i laugh forever.

Suet Lee is back. And according to the law of gravity, she weighed less on the moon. Though she might float on fresh water, and that is extraordinary, her waist circumference may not be used as the golden measurement to build any nautical flotation device.

I mean like, come on guys. So what she’s fat. She has feelings! Yeah she has tummy, she’s not a kangaroo!

Wankers. Pffft.