emo entry

ate seafood steamboat like there's no tomorrow until bloated. ended with marvelicious ice-cream with chocolate topping.

with bloated tummy and felt sick to the bone, sprinted (a.k.a. running high speed) on turf slopes and tar in high heels. just to catch the bus.

result?

the whole being slammed to the wall. then a full fledged truck (the one like opt1mus prim3) rammed against you over and over again. just like j0hnny blaze, except that when he's being gh0st rider he didn't feel pain.

i had that. i felt all that. my worst nightmare. my restless night.
and a fever. the things missing are the throw-ups and diarrhea. adoi.

sometimes, my gobbledygook made me go over the fence.


p/s: when i don't update, i twit or moblog. twitter is the fancy blue apps on the up-to-no-good updates. moblog is the entry which starts with a picture and might have a single sentence or a form-5 composition depending on the idea of the entry. pictures do say a thousand words, but words make them clearer and standardized for everyone.

see? even a postscript is longer than necessary. pardon my pain-in-the-ass sorry self.