It has just dawned on me that the passing week, I've been dreading staying home.

I dont really care for the judgmental comments that keeps coming my way about my lifestyle.

I don't feel the need to justify my lifestyle to anyone. Never did, never would. 

Especially towards people who seriously, for lack of the better word, I couldnt give 2 flying fucks about.

My late nights, my coffee intake, my obsession with eating out, my tobacco inhaling habit, my almost insane work schedule that I adhere too.

It's my life, my time, my moods. I live it the way I like.

I don't see how I dont get afforded the civility of solidarity and impartialness.

Usually when a person doesnt give 2 fucks about you, its a clue to do the same.

but some people just dont fucking get it do they. its a sad world with  penchant for cruel twists of fate.

I never did judge on doing 50 press ups and 20 chin ups a day. I never did judge on guzzling juice and eating cornflakes for snacks.

and most definitely, i have never made any retarded condescending comments about the so called home cook meals that you serve up. Those are fit for the pig bin if we want to be really honest.

All I want, is to be left alone without comment or judgement.

I'd really prefer if we stick to the Hi, bye and occasional meals together.

To be honest, I really prefer to be left alone.

Because in all honesty, the company is nothing to shout about.

I reckon I can have more fun with me, myself and I.

I dont want to hear about girl problems.

I dont wanna hear about work problems.

I dont want to hear about any fucking that needs my input.

cause seriously, dont they fucking get it?

I DONT GIVE A FUCK.

sometimes i wonder why i deprive myself of sleep.

Yes, sometimes i skip sleep because I got work to do.

But it always seems that after my work is done, I find reasons not to go rest.


I feel extremely shitty now. I guess downing more espresso when what i really needed was sleep, was on hind sight, extremely retarded.


good night world.


and oh, this came in the mail today.










and seriously, you dont want to ask me how much it costs.

my expressions on tuesday mornings.




digusting timing.






fella should be shot and refried like re-fried mexican beans.





I love skitch.











I quite like gloria jeans as well. I like their cafe mocha. which is 3 shots of espresso doused with chocolate and milk. its thick, strong and not sweet at all. the way i like it.

and oh, the internet is nice too. cheap. 8 hours for 11 dollars. if not, how did you wonder I managed to blog in a cafe in wifi deprived bne?