writing down into my little space sharing bytes of 1010010 with billions of different kind of people allows this thoughts to be of little importance. Who cares? well i don't- but perhaps it provides a digital sheet of imprint to let our deep thoughts and feelings ofF our organ that transmits and receives synapses from node to node within that neurons.
'Well', i say. Tonight i felt like the valve have been released from the bicycle tube.. My friend and I went to a dance battle (though im not a fan of hip-hop or anything in between) its located within the Cardiff student union building, very close to the place i stay and it was simply awesome.
Albeit people were drinking along and the music beats as if it was time to bounce (it should be that way pulang) but the atmosphere was surreal. Guess because nada urg brunei dsana or should i say that 'typical' bruneian haha!!
But then who cares? all of us were enjoying and partying, people were dancing and battling it out; and im not drunk walking back home----i did not drink! im still an angel--- everything was a relief~~ just like the song from 'the radio dept'- always a relief... just to point out that their dance moves was wayyy~~~~ better than the shufflers.
back to the topic.. i just want to let off the steam so that nda mengacau.. cos its stuck arah my nodes that stops neurons from flashing.......
p.s. i hate weird people making weird-funny-(nda jua cali bagiku)-ikut-ikutan-cara urg-tua-becakap-creepy-spooky-high-tone.. this goes to one particular person and regretfully its not my gurkha cousin :) ur safe bruhh haha
cos this person ah, urg paling bida skali dalam dunia... bidanya atu bida lah.. payah kan describe eh bida eh.. bebau lantuh lagi tu' arghhh harum lagi chocolate cookies dari famous amos'..
now- it felt good now im typing that hate off... i suggest u do the same, now its time for me to understand, accept and be mature about it. as they say, people are different and each entity is kurnia Allah SWT. :')
off to the stuff that (in my case) contains superhard steel springs layered by a thin layer of cotton (sakit kali ah--nya mama t.j) that act as facilitator of buffering my biological clock or what they say a 'bed'.
