Birthday week

its finally over.

i would like to thank everyone for their birthday messages. and to those who dont even know my birthday is over, go eat my ass.

3 years ago i decided to not celebrate my birthday. not like forget-that-22-july-is-the-best-day-on-earth but more like no fanfare, no surprise parties, no presents. i have no way to explain why i dont like celebrating my birthday but all i can come up with is that i hate being the centre of attention. i refuse to have people do stuff in my honor (though i proudly claim that the solar eclipse was a birthday gift from god). i guess i am just contented to spend the day with people i like.

happy belated birthday to myself :)

the ring of fire

i cant take it anymore. for the past 12 hours i have shat 7 times and now my anus hurts so much that i call it the pacific ring of fire.

The death of a social life

1 month of mugging is social murder.

every single day living in recluse is like a stab wound to my social life.

after 30 days, its pretty much dead.

as of now i hate interacting. my mind has no desire to talk to others. why why why?!!

i am now becoming the people that i hate : gross muggers.

boarding school life is one of the main cause of this but some how i am thankful. i guess i just have to embrace my new face-in-the-book persona.