Somehow got into a desperate discussion with HT this morning when we were revising Accounting as a preparation for the test. We were discussing about our lives, about what we should do about ourselves and our futures.
Poor academic performances, poor as in poor and poorer than poorest, and poor management in relationships and such, you get the idea.
zLz, "I'm thinking about changing course."
HT, "Why don't we sell chicken rice?"
zLz, "Why don't we cut your dick off and sell it to Badawi?"
HT, "Why don't we rob the bank?"
RIGHT... "Rob the bank" (=_=)
Give me a bloody gun...
Maybe not...
Let's sell chicken rice.
When I say shit, I really mean shit. And I do talk shit.
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Don't let your stray thought roaming anymore. Haha... It's time to work hard... I think nothing is hard if we work hard for it.
Yea sure, I'll start working hard to earn myself a gun. Thanks for the advice. :)
Gun? easy ... toy shops have loads of them
Comes with diff colors and shapes too :)
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