Plans For The Holidays.

All this time, my holidays were mainly of unproductive time wastage, camps, sleeping (excessively) and a itsy bitsy bit of studying. This time, however, I’ve made a plan to systematically spend my time, in a manner that will produce favorable results for myself. I won’t live my life for my friends this time, it’s time I concentrate on what’s good for me, and going out till late at night isn’t one of the many. Fetching my friends back and forth while they ignore me completely or isolate me like I’m a scum breed shan’t be one of them. Science is right, live for yourself.  University’s an interesting place.

You’re supposed to have the time of your life in university. Enjoying it with friends, blowing your serebums into pieces plastered all over the library window with last minute cramming, for the girls, the girl talks and sleepovers and cafe nights, for the guys, sports and games, chilling in the pubs and laughing about things guys talk about, playing pool and talking about cars and computer gadgetry. The girls will enjoy their time out once a month, shopping and while their boyfriends tag along wondering when the next set of lunch time will be.

That was how I pictured, university to be made of. How grossly wrong I was. I was probably at the south end of the truth of this statement. Perhaps it is my fingers which crossed the checkbox on “contentious” yet I must argue that it wasn’t so in the first year of my life in university. I had a wonderful friend, I loved tremendously. Perchance, it was her wacky yet indescribably lovable self that kept my laughing and entertained all the time. Good times.

Then I had a group of friends. Nothing like the ordinary let me first assure you. There were ones that’d scream at the sight of a headless cockroach, there were ones that’d laugh at that sight. There were ones that’d cuddle a dog in her arms, moochey coochey’ing the dog till it disgusted even the poor dog itself, and there were idiots like me who stood somewhere in between everywhere. Also, it’s thanks to these people that I’ve developed a ceiling dislike, hate, despise, REVULSION for noises. Tiny noises, I hate them like no end. Even now, when I’m driving my “drunken potato” (Read:MYVI), the slightest twink or tremor on the dashboard will irk my to the realms of darkened potato anus with some growth infection in them. I HATE them so badly. That’s why I threw out all the fans in my compute and left one big on. Ah silence. Sounds good.

Right……enough jeremy clarkson……This is what I have planned for the entire holidays. Note I’m actually just typing this out while I’m thinking of it.

- Settle assessment bills

- Settle summons (Just parking tics, I’m the main contributor of summons for fucking corrupted malacca cocksuck gov)

- Gym’s on Mon, Wed, Fri. (Ah fcking nirvana……)

- Give tuition on Saturday mornings and Mon, Tuesday nights.

- Read 20 wikipedia articles, daily, about any topic to increase my general knowledge and prove myself a smart ass in parties and shake my wussy ass praying I might get lucky with some 36-24-36 blonde bombshell. She’s gotta be above 35 in age though.

- Finish all my long as fuck motivational, self help (despite how pitiful it may sound, it frankly isn’t) and story books

- Watch all those morbidly sadistic movies about Hitler’s mass murder of 30 million people, racism and hypocrisy in America and plan how to make my own movie that portrays the indecency of malaysian government and their ruthless plan to siphon all money into their canvas pockets aka sammy fucking vello bastard son of a broken cock.

- Gain…..let’s see I shall bulk with 2.2LBS 2 weeks….so yea I hope i’ll gain about 2KG’s in this month.

- Figure a way to break Beyonce’s mask and reveal the true her. A man. If I launch a catapult, with a target weight of 8lbs, and launch it at 48 degrees, 48′42 with a speed of about 82347234 billion km/second, I might be able to hit “shim” in the nose while shim’s in the bathroom removing the fake suit. However, i risk hitting my grandmother’s grave if it falls short. Thus it won’t work.

bah………