Saturday, February 18, 2006



is there no escape ANYMORE?

came home today to find my elder brother's friend sitting on our porch, SMOKING.
and now the whole house stinks of cigarette smoke.
how lovely.
its just what i wanted to entire house to reek of.

as if i didn't have enough fun inhaling second-hand smoke from smokers who blatantly infrige upon the 'NO SMOKING' signs located at bus-stops,
wishing that those idiots at the next table would somehow always be upwind of me and BLOW smoke into my face.

i wonder who was the idiot that first made cigarettes.
i wonder which smart guy decided that it would be a good idea to import cigarettes all over the world.

and i'm falling asleep.
good night.
PUAY! :) // 12:22 AM //