Sunday, February 25, 2007
listening to: just believe by azeem + nj featuring diana.
feeling: lethargic.
if you're in brunei, you would have heard this song already, or at least of it. and if you haven't, you've been living under a rock. a big, heavy and mouldy rock. non-stop repeat on both my mp3
and my stereo, it's been drummed into my head and amazingly enough, i'm still not tired of it. it's genuinely good and i'm not just saying that because i'm a bias ass. okay, well i am bias, but for this case, it's not applied here.
anyway, let's talk alcohol.
yep, there we go, touching on one of those ever-famous teenage avocations and recreational pursuits. and no, this won't be a whole lecture on
"don't drink it's bad for you blah blah blah", because if it were, i'd be one of the worst world's hypocrites (well, i might possibly be a contender for that already).
it's an addictive scene, i should know. it'll take you places and make you do things that you normally wouldn't dream of doing, whether it be something as simple as approaching that girl you've had your eye on for months but just have had the lack of courage to approach her... or to the more rampant and irrational incidents, such as the invasion of somebody's home.
i've just one message. i'm glad i'm free (or rather, more free than before), but to the others who're still enjoying that famous means of passing time? don't fucking invade my house. i will whoop your ass black and blue if you do. i'm dangerous, yo.
rawr.