I'm currently dying for some mamak teh o ais.
Maybe some mamak milo ais.
Hoyea baybee.

I'm also currently bumming to extremely chilled music.
John Legend, Rick Ross, Jason Nozuka, Keith Urban, and a lil bit of tribal here and there.

Big baggy tshirt, torn boxers kinda day. I also happen to be flashing everyone I walk by, as my boxers have a rip in the bumbum. Not that I'm bothered or anything. I kinda miss momma. Its like, yea, I'm pretty used to spending my days alone, but honestly, as weird as this is going to sound, I miss momma yelling at me. It seems so quiet without mommas random outbursts.

I've hardly seen daylight, except to buy ciggies, which is definitely saying something, even for me. But s'all good. I feel like blabbing, and blabbing even more, I just have nothing to say.
Its the bloody heat, I tell you. My bloody brains have melted out of my ears.

Sexxgodd is hooking me up with some chilly hits, and I aint complaining so far.
Time for me to go back to bumming.