time magazine

(i can hear pounding hearts of expectations and jovial shrieks upon clicking on my page and finding a new post after waiting and cursing impatiently for oh-so long. haha)

ey ive abandoned this thing for so long it took me forever to log in. i should be punished for smearing dirt on my own bogus shrine.

so ive nothin particular to write about. i couldnt even find words on this keyboard no mo!! demmit. skills if u dont hone them well they become cows. im metaphoriccally serious, man.

ok.so. yesterday we went to kick around some balls. futsal i mean. kalah teruk last minute sial.huh we need a strategies and killer finishing touch.yes thats what we need. uhuh.

ok been tryin to catch up on other bloggers. too much been happenin.i only manage to check on alia's page. log in myspace and friendster, and boy do i need new pictures. been trying to log in this photobucket thingie but keep getting blocked. that thing can smell desperation i tell u, and under the hobby column in its autobiography is enjoy turning people down. pukimak. i should start carrying around camera in my handbag. but first like all amatuer i need to a get a camera first heheh. baby u hear that?

so im babbling here. time is of the essence.

and oh pukimak is my new favourite word. its a sacred thing. its the door to this faboulous world.
and get this, no cover charge.