Frishing bottles of rum

There's nothing wrong with crying.
Theme songs are always by Oasis. So go figure.

I feel really sick now and the reasons refuse to show.

Guh. I hate my parents. They suck so much. Separation doesn't help. Why not take it to the next level? I can't help in any way, sorry. It's not my fault both of you are such egocentric people.
So, when are the papers gonna be signed?

I wish I didn't have to be here right now. It's so painful.

Folios are my new enemies. And they seem to hate me as well.
They're cruel and hate-able and make my life dull!
Again oh dear Malaysian Education Board, I'm not a machine. I've got 3 folios and EXAMS. Tedious as that sounds to you, it's important to me you bunch of twats.

I've actually got nothing to blog about now. I could rant and rave about my utter disgust for the world these days, but then again, why does it matter? My fingers are only gonna swell up. Hmm, probably my brains too.

So, off I go to finish up those monstrous things deemed as FOLIOS.