:)

 INKED! INKED! INKED!

Sanskrit lettering. This is just what I've ever wanted.

The process? Pleasurable pain if you'd like.

Oughta sleep on my chest for 5 days though! 

Hello-goodbye

I was temperamental and impulsive.

You were stone cold and egoistic.

It's a brand new equation for strangers.

Why does it even bother me?

Malignancy

This is a game.

A game that started off with a puff of ciggy and a glass of wine.

A game that turns cancerous and malignant.

A game which has been set off and let die before time allows its metastasis.

This game is foolish. Foolishly addictive.

M

This month's expenditure is a bomb. If I had a choice, I would tear up my bills while they are still in the envelopes, just to save myself from that eyesore. *cries*

Splurged 180bucks today on a laptop charger. It's a long story.

But in short, this Compaq Presario still refuses to die through rain, thunderstorm, constantly working for few days without shutting down, detached keyboards with tonnes of biscuit crumbs accumulated beneath them through the years, CD-ROM that ejects whenever for no reason and that refuses to play ciplak DVDs, speakers that play at a frequency audible to ants etc.

As much as I wanted it to die so that I can get a new excuse for a new laptop, I still feel a little hesitant to throw two thousand bucks at the very least on a gadget that I hardly even touch now.

Sigh. Money money money.

Around You

This tune never dies. 

A dash of trance, either cruising alone on an empty road or with a drink on one hand- that feeling never fails to lift me up on a dreading week.

Progressive trance is love :) 

And hello, just here to dust up the page. It's been a while.