a fucked up situation of near biblical proportions.

im ranting shut the fuck up/

oh my gawd... i need a fucking drink. i dont think i could afford fucking alcohol cos the next day is drawing class assessment that i couldnt miss which frankly i think is fucked up.

in fact i thought i fucked the whole thing up. like fo sho. the whole nafa assessment. holy shat. shouldnt have drank apart from that i'd still be fucked cos i was locked in the fucking house and had to wait till lunchtime for the keys and a pickup. and still left something crucial behind. thank God for automobiles and public transport system. oh, and debriefing of that thing i was
a series of fuck-ups i had this morning, and now i need is a fucking drink to drown down the fuckloads of problems.

man im so stressed, if this shit goes on for like another week, im gonna sport a fucking toupee.


on the plus side, i forgot and left my clock behind bus 131 till i was on the junction across nafa. then i was like: oh fuck, fuckiddy-fuck-fuck. what in the fucking hell should i fucking do now??. this is because the whole point of the assessment yesterday was the clock itself. others are just miscellany shit. so i ran to the bus stop, idling on red light, and tap on the fucking glass door. i signalled him that i left my shit behind. he was like: oh okay okay!! with his raybans on (most bus drivers sports them during daylight; ive encountered one driver wearing one during the night. i think he thinks that hes terminator 6. that works as an sbs driver part-time) then then then then!! he pointed me to the taxi stand near nafa, so as a pedestrian i got a head start, i dashed like a flying motherfucker fucking a motherfucker 100m straight ahead to the traffic light. fuelled with holy-shit-im-fucked juice, i think i actually bat(new past tense: beat) the 100m record of that world record jamaican guy. lugging a sling bag filled with heavy shit. i remembered dashing past a mitsubishi lancer. the bus stops at the taxi stand, and someone actually tries to alight. huhuhuhh! so i snatch my clock away from some indian office dude who was caressing my clock like a sex toy. and left the bus. stopping of course for some profuse thanking.
that bus driver gets my golden benelovent lion award..
which as you know me, rarely doles out such shit to any one.

and oh oh oh... this morning i bought a fluttering chobit nun-looking chick pvc 1/8 model , and my prozed highlight buy: Oneechanbara Aya 1/6 figure model. with blood and shit.

and i do this when im depressed. like a fat girl stuffs her face with food to deal with it, i spend alot on buying stupid shit. but eh, i think its quite worth it.

apart from that i felt like an anime otaku dickhead nerd -that has no social life and wacks off to hentai porn to pass off time- walking around with that thing in a see-through transparent bag.


so i got her and i did some researching online, shes a bikini zombie slayer. see some of her moves in this movie. shes that chic in the motorbike with the yuck! decal which i consider as already uber rad and theres more. watch, watch:



epic shit or what mannnn.... i like that tattooed face chauvinist guy. huhuh.. menage a trois.

oh oh oh and watch this too:




the tattoo lor... did you see the fucking tattooo?!!


and i heard the game and the MOVIE is coming out. what an investment.

oh, i just could not understand collectors that keeps their shit in mint condit' and still in the original packaging. its not like some french wine that you could enjoy later in life.
this like abstinence from sex.
like oh, im keeping this shit, it holds significant value in the near future. fuck it, that vagina's gonna grow old. no one gives a shit anymore, if it happens to have anyone buying it for an exorbitant price, it would be an anime fan monk with high income. and chances of that happening would be close to nothing.

and i just opened box. cry your tits out.
i feeel muuuuuuuuchh better.