Monday, March 09, 2009 @ 12:49 AM
I realise I'm not in the habit to blog when stuff happen in my life. Then, when I feel like blogging, I'll condense the happenings of 3 weeks into one post which results in confusion, especially on my part 'cos after I read my backdated posts, I realise that I do not have a fucking clue what I'm talking about.

Anyway enough about that. Mes parents are back from India and it feels nice. But annoying. I miss how I can go out as & when I please, without having people calling me and asking what time I'm coming home or where I'm going or if I'm going somewhere with a convenience store and would I be so kind as to pop into said convenience store to get some shit. I also do not miss the constant nagging at utterly ridiculous stuff or the fact that I have to keep a time-check yet again. Nine days without that has made me spoilt.

It's just like sex. Once you've had it, you wouldn't wanna go back to beating off to dumpster porn, would you?
- Quoted from American Pie 5 The Naked Mile

The stories from India are pretty fun though. Like how the electricity gets cut off at 6am, hence waking everyone up. How my mum had an electric shock. The place they call Kosu Island, Kosu meaning mosquitoes. How cheap stuff there are. I think I would like to go there one day, but I don't think I would be able to handle it.

Grr what did I do today. OOH YEEEAH PICNIC AT THE END. It was nothing short of awesome. K maybe the weather sucked a lil but we had fun with the everyone there. It was a bit like The Motley Crue, just mixing & mashing everyone up. We waited for Jwsh the Queen to arrive at 4 before going to Punggol End. The place not very pretty ah. It's only in pictures that it looks nice 'cos pictures don't really tell a thousand words. The actual story is 100 words and the story is then pwettyfied by glorious sentences and a Motley of vocabulary.

Akeh I'm not making much sense now. I really wanna continue watching Shopaholic but I feel tired. And I wanna wake up early to get my vPost shipment. Hi, my name is Zameer Zella and I have a problem. What is my problem, you may ask? It's addiction.