Prix.

Yesterday was F1, and it was fucking enjoyable! It was my first time seeing the cars, and the roar of the engine is just, i don't know man, just makes me jizzz. All and all, it was great but whether to go again next year, i might reconsider. Maybe it wouldn't be as fun when you go there on your second try. Was fucking upset that L.Ham crashed out, soo disappointing. Webber deserves some punishment for his aggression too, but in the end should just say a big fuck you to that Virgin. Argh. Went to find Mariah Carey after the race and her voice really solid but figure really turned me off. Dam fat now, but okay give her a break, she's old, time to enjoy all the food in the world. And thumbs up to F.Alonso for perfect driving and R.Kubica for good try. :)

Last night made me reconsider taking up racing as a career. Oh here we go again..

I had zero motivation to get my ass off my bed this morning. Its bad because if i don't get up, my maid rants non-stop (under my command) and i get so pissed i scream back twice at loud. What a irony. Things got worst when the whole freaking ECP jammed right from Bedok, i had to clutch in at the jam so many times i think my testicles just lost their balance. And i was late and being stuck in a jam somewhat doesn't sound convincing, oh fuck i still don't care you know.

So glad to have met ZH for lunch today. Picked him up at NUH and we went HollandV for xlb(Y) again, i jizzed on my pants. And.. bad news for medical board. Shit, always happens.

What happened after work is something happy. But i'm not going to say what happened, because i love to be mysterious. I didn't know how i did it, but somehow i managed to and suddenly its like a leap forward. A little encouragement goes a long way, funny how little things light up my day.

You always had to make me feel this way. Like everything i do, its comparable to someone else. But hell no, it never was. You make me feel like i always had an intention, a motive for doing something. And i can't stand it at times. Whatever it is, its your call anyway. I still do things because of you, I don't know why. And i know you don't care, you probably think i'm up to some motive or something again. So i'mma keep the closet close, the rest is for you to find out.

PIXIE LOTT IS FUCKING HOT. JIZZ.

come to think of it.. this post should be titled JIZZ.

And.. having a glass of farmhouse and a lexus biscuit for dinner is <3 finishing them up at godlike speed, i need to stop myself!!!