raaawwwwrrr!!

Let it be known:
that on the 25th of August, 2006 AD, at 1536hrs, Bobby T sat for, and passed his FINAL THEORY DRIVING TEST1!1!!1!11!2eleventyone!11!!

worship me, ye dawgs!

i've had this feeling before

it is no secret that i don't like to drink.

i've just never really liked the taste of alcohol, you know? is that so hard to believe?

but more importantly, i don't like to drink because it leaves me feeling empty (apart from the being sick and hungover... how do you people live with that, honestly? you are making yourself feel sick ON PURPOSE).

but back to the philsophising: you drink, you have fun, hahaheehee yeah its all good.

but then the day comes to an end and its time to go. you sit in the cab by yourself.

i don't know about you, but this ALWAYS happens to me (i'm melancholy big farkin' deal):

i feel empty.
i don't think thats really an appropriate description though.
its a combination of loss, lonliness, yeah-we-had-fun-so-what and... emptiness.
"what the hell am i doing?"

when i was having orientation camp in Junior Colleage i'd get the same feeling.
"yay we're having fun woohoo"
but at the end of the day, sitting in the bus on the way home... its just emptiness.


gargh. stoopid posts that go nowhere.

all tingly inside

all geniuses have some kind of screw loose, some... inadequacy.

Michael Jackson, Michaelangelo, Einstein, Adolf Hitler, The Artist Formerly known as Prince, Satan...

"it balances things out. life is fair, lah." quips a colleague.

i nod and smile.

"yeah."

passive aggresive

it is a terrible thing to hurt someone.

not knowing how to make it right is even worse.

not having the courage to try is a testament to one's character.

and i have failed.