Of Love And Fart

爱情就象放屁，放走了，再找不回来；爱情就象放屁，随时随地都可能发生；爱情就象放屁，在不知不觉中酝酿，爆发的时候却如此猛烈；爱情就象放屁，有什么样的投入，就有什么样的味道；爱情就象放屁，看不见摸不着，却又如此真实的感受到；爱情就象放屁，两个人之间，你做了，不用说她也能知道；爱情就象放屁，此时无声胜有声；爱情就象放屁，越是短促，越是震撼人心；爱情就象放屁，也许你只是无心，却很可能伤害了她；爱情就象放屁，独自一个人呆在小房间的时候，最是痛苦；爱情就象放屁，最终都是随风飘散，再无痕……

Summary...
Love is like fart, it happens anytime anywhere. You can't see it, but you can feel it.
Lol, hu the hell compares love to bad gas.



















Anyways, I'm sitting for Bahasa Melayu paper tomorrow.
And I only understand 3% of that paragraph. Still working on my mandarin for the sake of kaypoing blogs.
For some weird reason, occupants of my hostel block lurve to yell with their shrieky, piercing, high-pitched voice. Lyk wth?
I slept for 3 hours last night. Can't wait to move out next semester. Oh ya, didn't really realise that there's a surau/miniature mosque opposite. This is NOT an insensitive remark OKAY. Whatever, I don't mind.