Cheesing, please please shave your mustache laaaaaa. Everytime I see you (which has been everyday,) I feel like pulling it off strand by strand with my tweezers. HAHAHAHA.

I'm so broke. I have 10 bucks in my bank and I don't know how to get it out. It's my first time being poor because usually when I'm out of money, fishboy has money, and when he's got no money, I have money. It's like a whole money dependency thing. Now we both don't have money, cus yesterday I just treated him to ramen. Can't wait for hari raya because i really really need money.

Dear menses, please come soon. I don't want to fast on saturday's match, and I also don't want to push myself through the crowd in the mosque on hari raya. Call me an ass, but lazy is my middle name.

My god I'm so moody.

My parents have been so busy. My mum is stuck with her uni work and classes, and my dad does overtime a lot these days. Somedays I'm so caught up that I spend most of my time in my room. I barely see my parents for more than an hour. A few minutes at suhoor, and if they're early, then break fast. I feel sorry for my little sister. Someone has to help her with her homework, and at least be at home to break fast with her. This is something no one understands. My parents rely on me to be there to set the table and buy food. My mum wants me to help my little sister with her homework. If there's no fyp, then I spend my afternoon with kelvin, and then we buy food, and he helps me carry the stuff home. Sometimes if it weren't for his fondness of walking me home, I don't think I can manage buying 7 packets of food and dragging it home.

I want to be a responsible adult. Eventhough I get annoyed with my mum sometimes, family to me is more important. I am willing to let go of everything else for family. Pathetic isnt it? My family doesn't appreciate my efforts, but at least they appreciate me more that how any team would appreciate me.

Labels: family, money, random talk

Why are my parents so poor? I want to be money minded. I want to play dirty to get money. I'm prepared to screw over so many people to get gpa 3.99999999999 so that I can get into like an awesome university and get a good job and be rich. be rich. I WANT TO BE RICH.

So i don't have to get worried about being broke.

why are my parents so pooooooooor.

that aside. I went for armadas training today. my first time playing floorball in like TWO MONTHS OMGZZXX. My heart was like so ready to burst out of my chest. EXHAUSTED.

I'm thinking about taking up muay thai or brazilian ju jiutsu. Haha, like everything isn't enough. Of course it isn't. I want a way to vent anger. I have too much emotions inside of me. I want it out. out out out.

Labels: dreams, floorball, money, shallow shits

NO MONEY NO MONEY NO MONEY NO MONEY.
I am seriously falling into a state of depression.
And I plan to starve until the end of this year.

I better start doing commission pieces now.
Yes, I will draw you, email rafhanabanana@gmail.com for my rates.

Labels: drawing, money, sad

I had to make a difficult decision today. To fund a dslr and some lenses, I need to sell off my untouched yarn stash. That includes my skinny scarves and everything. I suck at selling stuff. I revamped and took better pictures of my chunky charm bracelets and I still haven't done any advertising of the site. I just haven't got the energy and interest to do it.

Looks like I won't be knitting for quite some time. I'm lacking funds for my basic needs of survival. Heh.

I made this whole financial revolution. Next time I go to Starbucks, I'm going to order the most cheapest and smallest drink.

Ah, the life of a starving artist. I might need to sell my drawings too. Or take commissions. Anyone?

P.s. Look through my DEVIANTART, you might see a collection of my drawings there. The best is Gerard Butler. But I'm so poor now, I think I might take commissions. Err is $30 a portrait too expensive? I use high quality paper, and request a picture (I work best with softcopy.) Email me at rafhanabanana@gmail.com for more details.

Labels: deviantart, money

Rockstar Supernova fucking rocks! I did bother to check their site only recently to see what they've been up to. After Rockstar: Supernova finished airing on StarWorld I was depressed and also disappointed that Ryan was cut (eventhough he wasn't so suited for Supernova, but being cut means we won't be seeing much of him.) Lukas is not that bad, at least he has a more delightful personality than croaky Dilana, and has vocals better than Toby.

http://www.myspace.com/supernova - is fucking awesome man. God, I so fucking love Tommy Lee. I love rockstars. They have skinny legs and wear tight leather pants, sometimes an open jacket so that we can adore the fucking tattooes and pierced nipples.

Ryan Star was in Asia sometime ago. Man, I did so fucking want to go see him. Next time he comes, I better pack my suitcase and get a plane ticket. I just can't wait to save up all my money so I could travel, buy a Nikon D40, go to Vancouver and see Barry Pepper.

I can't wait for Survivor to start at 11. And after that, I'll struggle to get some sleep (I hardly ever sleep instantly because I simply don't know how), wake up tomorrow and watch another episode of Mosque on the Prairie, visit Supernova's site again, this time with a higher bandwidth and flash. After that, accompany my sister to the library and get some sort of social life with the books. I have tomorrow planned out, and I hate it.

I am not going to spend a penny on food (only lettuce and ham and wholemeal bread) and save as much as I can so that by the end of this year, I can finally get a DSLR. (My future as a nude photographer are becoming clear in front of my eyes. LMAO.)

You know what. I think I should try to sew a pair of tight leather pants. They're so going to be hot on a skinny guy.

Labels: money, rockstars