Choose life dot dot dot

If life is stereotyped into words

The job, the family, the fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead to the day you die.

Life slaves, we are. But totally liberal at the same time.

Have a great year ahead life addictive junkies!

A little piece of advice. Be creative.

Change

You know there's always this scene in movies, where the dude is withdrawing bucks from the ATM when the fucking screen shows

"Insufficient fund"

He then slaps his forehead and kicks the damn machine. Woah, sibei action.

Yeah, I'm literally that dude now, minus the kickass action movie, and only it's the real world I'm living in.

It's uber-duber frustrating when you're broke like fuck at this time of the year. Freakin festive seasons and birthdays all slapping my face all at once. And when your social-circle are in the faraway land from insufficient predicament, it only gets worst.

You don't know what to feel; inferior or indifferent. Inferior is when money suddenly turns into a big factor for almost every single fucking thing while indifferent mostly just to put up a strong front. But it's xmas for christ's sake, everyone should be splurging without any jolly hell worries dammit!! Despite all the monetary shit, weird enough this year I really feel christmas.

I believe everything happens for a reason. Maybe this year, it is gonna be a "brokey" Christmas but you'll never know cause... SANTA CLAUSE IS COMINGGGG TO TOWNNNNNN L(~_~)L.
He bloody better be throwing gold bars into my house.

Everything needs change, change leads to freshness, and when you experience fresh, then there lies the shining beacon of hope.

True wealth is not of the pocket, but in your heart.

Merry Christmas, everyone.

ITS 10 PM I THINK IM NOT TIRED BUT IMMA SLEEP

You know, there's always those hypocritical hippopotamus fatasses running around in your life pointing at others' faults while they DOZE OFF INCONSIDERATELY AND PRETEND TO SLEEP ON IN THEIR OWN DELUDED WORLD?

TMD STILL LAUGH!

NAPPYBDAY BASTARD!

SORRY I WANNA WRITE ABOUT OTHER RANDOM STUFF STILL TO DELIBERATELY CUT AWAY THE FULL SHOUTOUT POST. HAHAHAHA. WATCHED TWILIGHT YESTERDAY NIGHT AND I THINK BLOOD SUCKING AND CUM DIAMOND LIKE PALE COLD WHITE SKIN IS SO FASCINATING THAT IMMA READ THE BOOK FOR DEEPER DESCRIPTIVE DIRTY FANTASIES ABOUT VAMPIRES . IMAGINE YOURSELF FUCKING AN ICE OR SOME ICEY MARBLE FLOOR. THE BDAY SHOUTOUT IS TOTALLY FORGETTABLE NOW AIN'T IT! BYE!

Next year, baby

Next Year, Things are gonna change,Gonna drink less beer.
And start all over again

Gonna pull up my socks,Gonna clean my shower.Not gonna live by the clock
But get up at a decent hour

Well, thoughts of listing out a loooooong lameass list of resolutions plainly because time bloody hell flies like a flash bird where its the end of the year again and of the bigslowassbummer internet connection ( yes, streamyx! the internet traffic sure bloody hell flows like a "stream". at least they don't brag and name it SEAMYX I guess?) and and most importantly,to cover the previous birthday person's potrait hahahaha. Let's hope the list goes a loooong loooooong way then.

Gonna read more books, Gonna keep up with the news, Gonna learn how to cook
And spend less money on shoes

Pay my bills on time, File my mail away, everyday
Only drink the finest wine
And call my Gran every Sunday

number 1- To remind myself.
Never ending possiblities of life. Dreams, hope and aspirations is always just a thought away.

two- Gain weight.
Not necessarily to the "fatass" stage. " Great satisfactory meals and tummy rubbing good" stage would be just fine ;)

three- Muscles to intimidate you. (Only after two is a success, and dumbells are of featherweight!)
Now who says ed's always gonna be forever stereotyped as the skinny dude. This is gonna be a bloody breakthrough! Who's your daddy now!!!!

Resolutions. Well Baby they come and go. Will I do any of these things?
The answers probably no

four-TO EAT ALL THE TURKEYS ( ROASTED OR ALIVE) IN THE WHOLE WIDE FESTIVE WORLD DURING XMAS. OH AND GAZILLION TIMES THE AMOUNT OF FANTABULOUS TURKEY STUFFING. I'm sooooooooo gonna pawn reso number 2.

five-MORE TURKEYS!!!!!!!!!!!!! ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

six- TRAVEL TRAVEL TRAVEL!
This is gonna be one of those forever plastered on resolutions. Hopefully, next year i'm gonna get onto it. Traveling with great friends, to exploreeeee and look at the enchantment of the worldddddddddddddd. Next year, baby! Taiwan? ;)

seven- GRADUATE FROM POLY BY NEXT YEAR.
Shit....this shouldnt even be a resolution -.-

eight- SCREW SOME RANDOM HOT CHICK THAT POPS OUT FROM A HUGEEEE PRESENT BOX ON MY BIG 21ST BDAY BASH THAT YOU GUYS ARE GONNA THROW!!!
Wo ke bu xiang dang lao chu nan ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Lastly, TO PAWN ALL THE ABOVE RESOLUTIONS OF COURSE. DUH!

I have a great feeling, next year is gonna be smokin' baby.


-Lyrics: Next year, baby
Jamie Cullum