Toxic. Yeah. Eh ~

I'm just going to run this straight without anything stratagisting, nor preview & spell check. Straight thru.

Because I'm drunk.

It would be fun to see how it turn out.

I know, I plan to write something about love. But then again it's not everyday I allowed myself to get drunk.

It would bve still fun to see how it turn out.

Ah shit, I have a lot to write just now on the bus, then now everythingthing 's gone. Shit, piss, fuck , cunt.

let's see.

ah, i was meeting Marx. We were walking down raffles towards Fullerton Hotel.

Me: 'Careful, there's a snail.'

Marx kick the tiny thing away.

Marx: 'How would you feel like if ytou have to carry the world on your shoulders?'

Me: 'I...dhit, I don't know.'

Marx: 'That's ghow thopse little fellows do, carry the world on their shoulders.'

Me: 'They are just carrying houses around, Marx.'

Marx: 'But it meant the world to them. If we crashed their shjells, then they wil consequently die too, along with it.'

Me: 'Those snails are materialistic bastrads...'

Soemwhere along the night of fireworkds by the marina bay, we drown a bottle of champane. all i could remember is the bloody busty waitress that pour us our poision.

fucking busty china girl.

Me: (in mandrain) 'are you a studebnt?'

busty chian girl: 'yes, i studied in nyp, while the other two studied in tp.'

Marx: 'What course?'

busty China gir: 'elctrical something something (not hetr fault, i couldn't rem what she was saying, cos i was fixated at her something soething...)

Me: 'ah...'

I like how the way champane kicks in, gruadually, not shiity and stroing like volka or berbon.

A week ago, while watching movuie with Huiling, i tried to sneak in a beer halfway and was repremainded by her for drinking alchol before my operation.

She flew back on Tuedays.

I missed her.

But I'm happy today. Something I missed for a long time.

My parenst were hardcore alcholics, not that they drink and beat us up, but they drink to sleep easier. Often they had to drink a bottle of champane, or a thrree beers, tigether with the effect of sedatives, they can sleep till day breaks. other wise i would found my mother four in da morning praying with bible, bloodshot eyesa dn stuff.

alchol is in my blood.

I'm the most happy whle drunk.

Me: 'know waht? I had been drifting bewteen normality and unhappiness these days, that it's hard to grasp ablsoute happiness.'

Marx: I know how that feels. I'm way overrated.'

Me: 'But shit, when i' high on this shit. I am so on with the world. smiling all around and heart feelings a gradly. damn!'

' How many special people change
How many lives are living strange
Where were you when we were getting high?'

This high.

I am so happy and lazy and sluggish and smiley.

You know, all that shit.