Wrong Timing.

Just got back from downstairs giving coffee and some breath-mints for a very, very, very high-from-beer Danial. And to think I was with him about 4 hours ago at Starbucks before he drank, hahaha.

Anyways, Hari Raya was good. But got meself the sickness of crapping my ass off. Obviously I don't know how to spell the short term of it. I ate rendangs, ketupats, lontong, PRAWNS, nuts...NUTS, pineapple tarts and more stuff. And I ate all these far more than a dozen, each. I'm getting hungrier by the minute, and I'm not too sure why. But I'm controlling myself from chomping on the pineapple tarts at home. Those things, are fucking addictive. Especially those with the not too sweet, and not too sour pineapple at the top, and a crumbling-when-you-bite base. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm........

Pictures with the paternal side will be up very soon when I get 'em. Sadly, none from the maternal side since there were no real photographers.

Oh yeah! I got me results. B and B and C = 2.688. Not really that good, but, B and B and C does not equal me hahaha. I didn't studied for fucks sake hahahahaha. Once again, this proves if I studied, I MIGHT get better grades. Then again, why spoil tradition ey? Get what I mean? But hey! Look on the bright side, at least you're better than me in something ey? heh.

Alright, I better rest my tired and forlorn eyes. They have been deprived from sleep ever since Hari Raya started.