the tomato.

8/02/2006

Suddenly everyone around me is talking about some 21 birthdays that are approaching. In case you don't know yet, im 19, not 9.

The 21th birthday is supposed to be a special occasion. You're suppose to spend big bucks on real, proper presents.

Those whose batch of friends are 21, seirously need to consider financial planning. My dad's a financial planner. Anyone need help, you know who to find.

I overheard my classmates talking about some kidass who hinted that he wants proper presents that cost a bomb. Stuff that cost hundred 1 dollar coins.

My gosh, if i were to celebrate my 21th birthday, minimum: nice GENUINE hugs.

If you give me some hundred dollar presents and hugs, i'll be even more happy of course. Silly people.

Now that you know what i'm thinking, please prepare presents. My birthday is on the 26/10...and it'll be celebrated 2 years from now: 2008.

If i'm rich enough, it'll be at some nice smelling place. Otherwise we'll just have to cramp into my room.

Then i'll have to hire xiao ting tongue to take some food making device out of his stomach.

Some nice friendly kind generous smart intelligent and honestly just about every other good words you can think of friend of mine commented that i'll look more cool with totally blonde hair, and blue eyes. Here's a picture of me and charmander 1 year ago. Its edited of course.

Doesn't look bad at all. So i'll go buy some blue contacts for fun. And wear it to some Single's party. Maybe girls will dig blue contact lenses. Shallow kids. Especially the one owning the contacts.

There's only 1 problem. I cut my hair on sunday. Now its as long as my last finger. The length in that picture, its twice as long as my longest finger.

Ah shat, i should have told the china salon dude that i wanted to have an office boy hair cut. Lucky he didn't cut it a flat top. Otherwise it'll be so f***ed up i won't even want to leave my house.

Well, i have NOT updated this domain i call my own since a long time ago. I've been really really buzy. Work pressure and stuff.

Major projects due soon: Final Year Project, Bio-implants presentation, Job resume & Cover Letter, Some WISP (Wuss Idiot and his Spastic Prospectives) reflection that is in itself, a propaganda.

At first i thought i was free from my FYP shit 2 weeks ago.

Like wooot, i can go home after 12 everyday. But some faggots chose to retain me. Now i don't know whether i should be happy. Or sad.

Ok, so theoritically, its 9-9 everyday again. But seriously, who gives a damn. I'm not even staying pass 7 now.

12:08 AM