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Currently Listening Bleed Like Me By Garbage see related

you wont get what i mean

eventually it is me who is left to pick up the pieces, contrary to what you imprint on the mind of thou within, where it might not be especially obviously glaring, but it is the hidden truth that crouches out of sight, and henceforth imagined to be out of mind, but i am always after the second, and it puts me in the geographical location and emotional state that allows little more than hardcore suffering from which running only cuts the barbed chains deeper into my already bleeding wounds, that cause the subtle but important link between blood sweat and tears, where my fist hits the wall hard and over again, as i search to find the reason for the cause of the result, that always chooses to absent itself from the situation at hand, and henceforth i will search in vain, but give up will i not, for it is absolutely essentially key to the success of what i deem to be a measure and a result and a requirement for my ultimate maximum happiness joy peace and laughter for the many years left in my short life to come, and then it's when i think back do i realise that it might have been a detrimental choice, but then again little else of leeway in the tight dark alley do i have to solve this issue at hand without causing the whole weak walls seemingly made of grass to gradually collaspe as i wonder what the fornicate has happened, where it might have seemed to be seemingly tactically swept beneath the thick, heavy carpet that bears all our burdens, but ultimately it will still surface on one fine sunny day where the heat will evaporate all the truth out from it's hiding, where we will eventually have to face the nasty but ever-so-present truth that was created by none other than our own guilty hands, now bleeding from the wounds we have chosen to inflict upon ourselves, in addition to the massive sleep deprivation that caused the ultimate ruin of our lives for we are unable to face up to the harsh reality of the world the next day, just like the truth itself.

365 word sentence.

god help me. i'm lost now. she says it was unintentional and she thinks it was a joke. she says it was a mistake and we should move along but she says it's impossible. she says it's not her fault but she questions whose is it then.

and i take it all.

yum yum.

happy sad happy

bleh. you better study hard okay!

batman dropped by class today/

i feel damn retarded.

Currently Listening Because of You By Ne-Yo see related

if you made $13,000 a month, you could spend $419 a day.

amazing day or retail therapy, to help celebrate the end of GSS and the start of exams.

couple batman tees, $29 and $39.

num england singlet, $54

num shirt, $45

num havianas, $35

cartel breakfast, $17

nydc luch, $35

mango mickey tee, $30

mango shades, $15

river island flat pumps, $53

more river island flat pumps $53

cab fare, $14

amazing shits. myself am still a bit shocked.

anyways, it helps a bit lah. then i can study happily. and the ambassador at num damn funny. JR was writing her postal code then turn out got 7 numbers and he was laughing like crazy. then she cant think of a name for the card, he offered the name "siao" which is crazy. then JR thought it was "siao" as in digest. then puzzled, then laugh again. then the application form for the num card, so many cancellations, he also tease JR. then finally the cardholder's nickname, JR the Cheeky, he laugh to himself. and all the other ambassador ugly. hahas i wanna be one too. if i get mroe buff and more tanned. school holiday job! hahaha.

and the ani present secret was revealed, my stupid thinking aloud shits. hahas. oh well.

so that's today. then now, HRP. i hate it, but oh well. and back to school tomorrow, half day pray pray. p-l-e-a-s-e.

doesnt the church ever get full?

sorry to the majority of non preaching non presuasive conversion principal-ed christians.

i was playing PSP at mac's yesterday, then all of a sudden.

"what's your favourite team?"

having no favourite team, i thought of soccer kuku hubert darling and said "arsenal"

he said what team you hate the most?

i am a good boy so i said "i dont hate any"

he said what school're you from, i said i'm from hwachong.

he said me too, come over here lets have a chat

i am sceptical, but ahh well what can a balding old man fag do?

A LOT.

he started by asking my cca. i said canoeing. he said NJ and VJ still winning right? i said NJ.

since when VJ got canoeing lah please.

then he hurt my ego by blatantly calling me a sinner, with 16352 sins since i was born.

and then he started the usual talk, Jesus can save me, God is almighty, beg for forgiveness, lead a better life, trust in God and pray to one of them (God or Jesus, i forgot).

after 5 minutes i said byebye i'm not interested find someone else.

WHY.