I'm not fun anymore. before this i promised myself not to change but it did and i did. i change to become a very dull person and very aggressive one too. i will constantly mock people about their nature, and laugh at people. i can't help it, you people are funny and i'm just a dumb sixteen year old boy who looks like a fat bastard and talks like there's no off switch. and here i am writing a blog about myself. how pathetic can i get?

i talk jibberish, outlandish, foreign, alien language.

I know this is a tuesday but i just remembered about this particular thing that i am going to talk about. I hate Mondays. hate them hate them hate them.
first, i know it's the end of the weekends and yipeee i have to go back to school.
second, i have to go back to school.
third i have to go back to school.
forth, i am not ready to go back to school and i want the weekends to be longer.
and being it a tuesday, it only adds up my aggravation towards monday because it only gets worse from here. uuurgh. other than weekends i do love fridays though. :D how i would want it to be friday as fast as possible. :D

well that is all.

p/s: nak kamera!!!!!

I hate feeling like this. feeling like i'm all rushing to complete my work. i hate feeling not content, feeling like there's something i am forgetting, feeling like i must finish some job. well basically i hate deadlines and tomorrow i have to hand in my group's print of our presentation and i am wondering right now who to call for help cause i ain't got a printer. anyone by any chance can help me please contact me as soon as possible in any way. uuuurgh

i miss playing playdough and making things out of them. i miss being a creator and creating wonderful sculptures that ought to have been put in galleries somewhere. how i can over-exaggerate huh. i miss playing house and doctor. i miss playing nintendo games especially fox jet something whatever. i miss playing power rangers with friends pretending i am the red ranger fighting monsters who really look like frosty the snowman. i miss roller-blading . i miss cooking and making masks out of tissues and cardboard boxes and painting them. i miss playing toys. i miss everything i did when i was a kid. i miss myself, my kid self because right now i am without my inner child. or so i think. oh well.

yeah call me a heartless bastard for all i care. i'm doing you a favour. i just needed someone to talk about what i feel and what better way than to say it right into your face.

I don't know if you people noticed, but i can hear the ice melting, i can smell the scent of blood, i can see clearly than you. does that make me a freak? or maybe possibly at least a mutant? i wish.
but they're all true, i can hear the ice in my cold fresh orange juice melting. the popping sound of the ice warmed by the surrounded water. i can smell the scent of blood, it smells well inddiferent. i cannot describe the aroma but it's not a fragrance i'd like to wear when i go on a date. i can see distant objects, i can see near objects, i can see what our naked eyes cannot dream of seeing. i can see nudist. :D

well well, if only my life were a comedy in a movie. it would not be this hard to live.

I'm trying not to be a hypocrite. woooptidooo

My legs are stomping my hands are clapping and shaking, my head is flipping from side to side my body is swinging left to right my shoulders up and down my ass wriggling with joy. i am dancing like my pants is on fire. woopwoop.
dancing needs no steps, dancing is art in the form of movement. make that spontanoues movement. no one can be called dance ignorant because dance have many-many styles. each have their own unique one. it is the act of expressing your sexual needs oh how i am very needy. :D

ahaha. woooohooooo

I want to booze up and go out and dance and have fun and get drunk and get hit by a car and live the rest of my life with the help of a breathing machine thingamajiggy. but hey life's cruel and unfair, your wishes can't come true just like that.



or maybe it does, and i wont be ready, will i?

I may grow old but i will not grow up.