People ask the question...what's a RocknRolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about drugs, drums, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot. -Archie.
I thought it had a pretty decent ending. I'll personally give it a 7 out of 10 donut sprinklers.
Finally i managed to drag my lazy arse to the MOE building and collected my art exam paper. Mr Brendon Foreplay has kindly offered to help me in the preparation of the paper and WOW thanks buddy! Since i reckon HE IS good in art, either wise he wouldn't have ended up stuck in a design course in TP right. C'mon, you are good at what you do Pousson! :)
Out of my random days, i decided to start weighing myself - since nan said i looked like I've lost weight. In my calculation last year, i weighed 45kg. Healthy i might say. Now,after a year has passed, i'm only 41kg. Is that good or bad??? But i definitely had grown some height. Thank god. Something that I've always been wishing for.
Well well well, Nothing but another curtain flying, wind blowing, wet ground, cold air, grey clouds, dark sky Wednesday afternoon. My back is aching and i need to take my slippery pink oval liked tablet. NOW.
Have a lovely wet Wednesday amigos!
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