Bottles II

The joint.

It was flooded.

Old Age

If my memory wasn't already dead,

I'd tell it to go die right now.

Bottles

I have two options:

1. Control the overflow

2. Flood the fucking joint.

Surprise

Lol thanks everyone for the birthday wishes and awesome singing and awesome cake-into-mouth-in-one-go-action. You know what I'm talking about ;)

P.S. Meng: you have one fucked up mind. But that's what I love about you

Cheers

Thanks you guys.

Turned my bad day into a good night.

Truly am grateful :)

Hearting you all very muchly.

Nutshell

Maybe its not that no-ones smart enough to crack it,

But rather I don't want to share the fruit inside.

Its mine. Fuck off.

Importance

Not too long ago, I thought time spent was worth it as long as I get paid.

Afterall, money is needed to buy the material things in this world.

I like to think that I'm not too attached to those things, but once in a while something grabs my attention and won't let go.

Now that need is satisfied... somewhat. It needed a lot of money, and will still need a whole lot more.

Was the time spent earning that money worth it? I'll tell you on Monday.

However, I have come to realise that more often than not, the best moments I want to treasure, the moments I want to have... they can't be bought with money.

They are had with the people you can't afford to lose. The people who won't give a rat's ass about whether you rock up in rags or riches. 

They do need time though. Time I should be more than willing to invest.

Time, you little bastard, once I find you, I'm keeping you in a nitrogen filled case so that you never age.

Then I'm gonna drive to my heart's content, and have enough memories to saturate this short life of mine.