The words we say when we're struck
The words stalled when we're struck
The moments we share when we're struck
The moments we'll miss when we're struck
Live it fully, then lose it quickly when you're struck.

A 2 minute poem which just popped in my head... MAYBE due to extreme moments of boredom.

If there's only one thing i can never resist, it will be temptation. All my life i've been submitting to temptations driven by the amazingly high testosterone count in my body (most of it went to conquer my good brain). This resulted in me being looked at as being stupid and brainless; a wholesome fool in short in certain occasions. However what interests me greatly is that, of the stupid things we do that landed us in stupid unfortunate incidents, it is still our testosterone that saves the day.

And now facing a dilemma, resisting and fighting strong that agony of choice, i have to make mine.


HONESTLY, THIS' BEEN IN MY DRAFT FOR 3 HOURS.

Now, i have made my decision. It seems for the first time in my life, i have won this battle against testosterone. And i am proud of it. Like damn proud la. Imma better man now (Y)






Sometimes things don't go your way, but in the end, everything's gonna be okay

Im dead dry now. Money's a real big problem and really i need that extra income. First off, bus fares, then it'd be food. Food prices are rising significantly. My favourite nasi ayam at Teh Tarek rose by 20c. AND THATS LIKE ALOT LAH. and the serving... it is veh veh veh little compared to previous times :( please oh teh tarek do not betray my loyalty, I ALWAYS SHOWER YOU WITH LOVE AND GOLD. the least you could do is serve a hearty meal :(

ANYWAY. Honestly, i need to get a job. occupy my life a bit, if you knw what i mean. (maybe "occupation" derived from the word "occupy" which, you know, being busy with a mundane stupid repetitive stuff daily etc) So im hoping i could pull off the interview i'll be having next tuesday.. May luck and charm be on my side!

SO, sidetracking... I've been really into books lately (which pretty much explains the boredom im facing) and here's what i read the past week. Bram Stoker's Dracula (its kinda scary if you read the original old text) and How to Speak and Write Better by Dont Know Who. both's good. I like. Shit im getting bored typing this post haha. guess thats all for now folks!




THE ANIMAL, OR THE WISE CONQUEROR?

Whoah whoah..... life's too boring now. spending one day at home just killed me. no sweat, no fun, no food, nothing. i feel like a sloth. anyway, life's abit too mundane now. training, rest, training, rest, training, rest, rest, training and so on. honestly i have to spend my saturday in awesomeness. Ive done NOTHING for the past 4 saturdays. really, a job...or a date...maybe an outing perhaps? anyone?

(but ermm... money's an issue too hehh)

The one typing this post is the second sister of this retarded mofo.

I cannot understand how my brother could live with such an ugly looking skin with an ugly tagboard. Why didn't he change it himself?

• He is a fucking lazy sloth which lumbers around the house and occupies space unnecessarily.
• He has no idea how to work a blogger template, thus making him like fucking dumb.

He always says this to me, " You stupeee (stupid) or fak (fuck) ?
Okay so who's the stupeee or fak now.

• He has weird taste in almost everything- sometimes girls.
• He is after all a retarded mofo.

I would like to edit something from his previous post on Life Instructions.

- Do not buy a girl a perfume, UNLESS she really stinks.

Wrong la bradddderrrrr... It should be:

-Do not buy a girl a deodorant, unless she really stinks.

There is a difference between a mahfuckin perfume and a mahfuckin deo.
MAYN I'D BE SO HAPPY IF MY BOYFRIEND BOUGHT ME A PERFUME.


Ok anyway whatever. Have fun reading the Bobbah's blog, Bobbah's readers.

HIGH TESTOSTERONE LEVELSS AWOOOOOOOOOO~~~~~~

KERASHHHHHHHHHHH BANG BANG BANG KAPOW! KEDEBABOW! BOOM!

Memoires

Ive been browsing my history of posts. Gosh how i missed those days... Looking back, ive really lived my life to the fullest; there are no regrets. I made friends with great people who taught me things books could not offer. They are beyond greatness. One lives and learn, but without friends like these one could live but just waste his life away.

Now all in different paths altogether, pursuing their dreams half-heartedly as usual. Jokes and laaughter were our everyday food. Stupid acts resulted in harsh consequences laughed off but silently lessons are learnt. Through thick and thin we were there for each other. Through jokes on each other we loved each other. And then, suddenly, all burst into different directions... I really missed those days.

Not that im not appreciating my time now, but if i had any wish, i wish i could just briefly, even if its only a second, just go back in time or even better: relive it again. The only regret im having now? The fact that i lived my past years to the fullestestestest and then having memories of it.

Honestly if i was writing this at night, i would have blinked a tear or two.


Poor Bobbah feeling all sad and nostalgic :(