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Syahrizan
| Main blog: | Nescafe Ais | | Age: | 26 | | Birthday: | December 7th 1981 | | Gender: | Male | | Occupation: | Executive / Management | | Education: | Bachelors degree | | Religion: | Muslim | | Service Attendance: | Weekly | | Race/lineage: | Asian | | Location: | Malaysia, Kuala Lumpur |
| Body Size: | Average | | Height: | 5' 8" (173 cm) | | Eyes: | Black | | Vision: | Contact lenses | | Hair Color: | Black | | Hair Style: | Straight - Short | | Facial Hair: | None | | Clothing Pref.: | Practical |
| Relationship Status: | Single - Never Married | | Sexual Preference: | Straight/Heterosexual | | Astrological Sign: | Sagittarius (Nov 22 - Dec 21) | | Existing as: | Human | | Smoking: | Daily | | Liquor: | Never | | Exercise: | Regularly | | Your Home: | Live with roommate(s) |
Zakar Nafsu Dibuai Kemelut Kotaraya Penuh Noda Yang Mengasyikkan
Wait. I dont need anybody to speak on my behalf. And when I talk to you, the message is meant for you, unless I tell you otherwise.Don't try to act all nice asking people to take care of me, cheer me up. They are my friends and that's what they have been doing. Sometimes a bit too much, though. But that's ok. They mean well.
The other night means nothing. Maybe for you it does but I have moved on long ago. Hard to believe, right? especially when you think so highly of yourself. I had to break my promise to my mom not to call you, just so that you'd understand what's going on, because it...
Mencari Ayah Pin
The recovery process is now complete. Knowing how tiny we are in the eyes of Allah, I don't give a shit if somewhere there are two stupid little ants getting it on, making sugar of their own and seem very proud of it. I will stay in the line together with the other ants, marching towards the promised sugar, which I was told is super sweet and the best in town.
hatiku sudah rusak teruk,
pinjam dulu hatimu ya ?
Blah.
Tentera Bukit Damansara vs Warcraft
Yesterday during lunch, a salesman came up to me stealing my attention away from indo mi goring i was enjoying. In his hand a packet of tissues that I didn't really need as I was all cried out. In the other hand was a cane, and behind him a woman,his guide i suppose.
Normally I would ignore his kind, hoping that they'd go away. Not this time. I felt like I needed to give him something. Reaching my pockets, empty. In my wallet there was only a couple of reds, enough for petrol til the end of the month. But I still wanted to give him something. I remembered I had some ciggaretes left. So I...
dumbfounded?
It's just like rice. You eat it like the rest of the asian population. Once in a while you can skip it, but in the end you still have to eat it..........
Oh what the fuck, I've done this before. And it's right below this entry. Staring intensely at me, it's like it's trying to tell me something, which caused serious mental block whenever I tried to post a new entry. Now all out in the open and I can write again. Fuck.
Oh well, shit happens and it's time to move on. It has happened several times before and I'm handling this either too well or cowardly. Or maybe I just don't know...
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