I hate morning classes. Let me reiterate that, I hate any class that makes me get outta bed when ever I don’t want to. My alarm clock I think is broken down again thanks to all that that jabbing and whacking that I did to it when ever it goes beep. Poor little thing, I think I’ll put it further away from my arms reach so that it won’t have to bear any more torture.

Merdeka is just around the corner, and that means dooms day all over it. The lads are gonna have some sort of party to celebrate it. It’ll be a mixed of some Independence Day taste and an end of spring sorta thing. The last I heard of it, amongst all the three party that they have, nobody ever got outta there alive. Everybody came in, and everyone in the yard passed out in the house. Yes, it’s a house party. Yes, I’m gonna go to it. No, I don’t have an escape plan.

I went to Walmart today with Fird and Robyn. Fird flip flops just broke outta the moon and Robyn can’t get enough of her new rental car and the benefit for me was the ability to get some cigs. Everybody had their legit reasons and it all seem to connect to each other, so we took a ride all the way to the west side of Wichita. I don’t get it when a person stares at you and just expect you to understand them. I mean for sure, when anybody stares there can be a lot of reasons why. However, I deem it unnecessary to comply with every single bit of stare. Some stares demand some sort of greeting and while some just demand the middle finger being shown to them.

The magical scale for my tolerance shall never be shown I guess. Sue me, I’m a bitter person this days. For a small change of connection, I guess anybody can do anything this days. What relates to what I can give to a community, let there be none. In the turn where I’m obliged to do something, I’ll do so with a spiteful heart just waiting to stick a wood to the person’s heart.

ditch my french class today. no comment, au revoir

Hi,my name is Garrz. some would call me me G where others choose to be formal and just call me by my surname. this blog is a recollection of my life and my undecided other soul. while it may seem to be suicidal in a glance, it is just an explicit form of expression of myself against the typical world. i AM a banana and i do LOVE sad pandas. contact can be made towards ybgarr@gmail.com

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