4th day...at LMU now
this is cool, i finally got a temp password to acces the net from the uni and we can practically do anything with it. kinda cool huh? back home, all lab pc's were not to be used for personal stuff. here it's different. i must say i like it here. i can't wait to move into my own place and get all settled. probably want my brother to send all my personal stuff like photos and stuff, to me. must get some really cool posters up on my walls...can't wait can't wait. i wish i can have my room door back home "fucked man" on it...
the one thing here is that you've got to stop converting everything from pounds to ringgit, if not you won't live life for sure. yesterday on the way back home from the uni, on the bus ride i saw a ferrari crash into a lamp post, auchhhh!!!! but i'm guessing the owner doesn't give a shit since everything here is insured. here you see a lot of ferraris and porsches, i must say i like the vauxhall cars here and the VW's, they've got some very cool looking cars. wish they brought them back to malaysia. damn malaysia and their taxes.
oh yeah, on a scary note..in an hour today during class, i heard four police sirens and right now as i'm typing i just heard one. so a count from 10am to 2.30pm i've heard 5 police cars. and oh yeah there's a small prostitution ring going on near the place i live, it's 10pounds for a screw and you do in the park itself, with chicks aging from 15 to 50 years old, black, white, russians, pakistan..speaking of girls today while i was waiting for the bus, the was this fine looking chick waiting with me, i was in a 5 minutes never neverland just looking at her. after i got on the bus and the bus started to pull away from the bus stop, i looked at her and said i love you (in my mind ofcourse) i god she was fine looking, kylie minogue fine looking, if you know what i mean. but you know the sad part of it all. after admiring the beauty of this dame, on the bus, the whole fucking way, all i could think of was my princess's eyes and how nothing even came close to rival those pearly big browns. at the end i told myself, the reason why those eyes are diamonds to you and the rest are just stones, is simple cause you loved them (and the owner as well). then i told myself, stop all this, in rome be roman...
so far thats the story here. maybe i'll write some more later. and i must not forget, i have to call my mom today. thats a must must...i miss her and her cooking.
the one thing here is that you've got to stop converting everything from pounds to ringgit, if not you won't live life for sure. yesterday on the way back home from the uni, on the bus ride i saw a ferrari crash into a lamp post, auchhhh!!!! but i'm guessing the owner doesn't give a shit since everything here is insured. here you see a lot of ferraris and porsches, i must say i like the vauxhall cars here and the VW's, they've got some very cool looking cars. wish they brought them back to malaysia. damn malaysia and their taxes.
oh yeah, on a scary note..in an hour today during class, i heard four police sirens and right now as i'm typing i just heard one. so a count from 10am to 2.30pm i've heard 5 police cars. and oh yeah there's a small prostitution ring going on near the place i live, it's 10pounds for a screw and you do in the park itself, with chicks aging from 15 to 50 years old, black, white, russians, pakistan..speaking of girls today while i was waiting for the bus, the was this fine looking chick waiting with me, i was in a 5 minutes never neverland just looking at her. after i got on the bus and the bus started to pull away from the bus stop, i looked at her and said i love you (in my mind ofcourse) i god she was fine looking, kylie minogue fine looking, if you know what i mean. but you know the sad part of it all. after admiring the beauty of this dame, on the bus, the whole fucking way, all i could think of was my princess's eyes and how nothing even came close to rival those pearly big browns. at the end i told myself, the reason why those eyes are diamonds to you and the rest are just stones, is simple cause you loved them (and the owner as well). then i told myself, stop all this, in rome be roman...
so far thats the story here. maybe i'll write some more later. and i must not forget, i have to call my mom today. thats a must must...i miss her and her cooking.
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