Waiting...

It's 533 am. I just got back from the shoot. I'm freakking sleepy like nobody's business. Sleepy as hell one might say. Waiting for azan Subuh. Perfect chance to see how crazy I can talk when deprived of sleep. Haven't slept for near two days, come to think of it. Haha. Yeah. 2 bloody days. Near 48 full hours. Crazy. I am.

The expressway seems like a row of beds and the few cars that zoom past me like nice fluffy pillow. Under the beautiful night sky... and the dim lights of street lamps. I thought I had entered another world. A world beyond this. Bloody dangerous is what it is.

I thought the Kway Teow Basah could drown my sleepiness, well, it did... for a good 2 minutes. As soon as I'm heading home on PIE, on the oh soft PIE. I felt my eyes weighing a tonne.

Wait a minute, I don't seem to be talking much crap here. Is it because that I have transcended crap in Sleepiness? OK that's crap. Yay, I'm still normal. I talk crap. I do. More crap when I sleepy. Like this.

About the shoot. Don't worry, no 'weird' strange sightings or events. Or is there... MWahhahaha. I won't recap on the shoot now coz it'll take too much brain power. And I do have more than a certain individual only known as the illustrious Bhogaman. But. I SAY BUT, it's like I got no fuel to kick it into throttle. It's like a bike u see. U need fuel to run the bike. See?

Talking about bikes, I remembered I got fined one hundred freakin bucks. Now I'm sad. Look. Im sad. Witness my sadness in writing. SAD S A D. S. A. D. There's no sadness that could overtake my sadness. Ok, sorry, that's pushing it. Well, there's that sadness back in 1st year of.. opz, wrong topic. WOO WAAA

SO sad.
Why.
Why me.
Why my scooter.
It is innocent.
It's my fault.
Take me, not it.

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Opz, It's 540. Gotta go.
Not happy with myself for not getting the last one early.
Pissed.
I suck. Worthless.