Fresh

Random thoughts.

2009-07-05T22:37:00.004+08:00

"The probability of a patient surviving through cancer is greater each time one suffers. Who knows, the chances of you to be the next one riding beside Lance Armstrong increases every time a cancer patient survive." 10.49pm

"7 out of every 10 Singaporeans complain without them knowing that they did and out of the 7, you are probably one of them." 10.56pm

"Negativity is part of life, in any case, try not to leave them behind." 10.59pm

If only I could copyright these thoughts, I'll be rich in no time.

Smile vs Frown

2009-06-22T15:21:00.005+08:00

Adapted from Toothpaste For Dinner.

My Gym Partner is a Purple Dinosaur

2009-04-21T22:24:00.003+08:00

Another day at the gym another day looking at the dragon-boaters, canoe team and some hot shot with overly worked muscle bulging out from their tight t-shirt or singlet and not to forget the ladies. I am not surprise nor envy the ladies from the dragon-boat and the canoe team to carry exceptionally more weights than me. Because that is part of their training. It is normal for people to think like any egoistic man should think "Eh, she can do more than me and I can't! I cannot lose face to her!" in their hearts and then smile and try to listen to their ego. Well I couldn't blame that man, cause his testosterone level is at peak after gulping a bottle filled with 1 serving of protein shake powder and chilled water from the water cooler. I swear to god, even the skinny ones from the respective teams are drinking it. And you might be thinking, why shouldn't I be the one drinking it since i've been going to the gym quite often. Well I don't want to be that next hot shot with bulging muscle. I would prefer someone to get me a Gatorade (powder formulated) that can last me for 1 year and then I will love you forever!

Random Childhood Memories

2009-04-14T23:30:00.002+08:00

I was talking to "Ms Zipperwentwrong" (Not her real name) about how badly I want to get my hands on KT Tunstall's Gibson Dove Acoustic guitar to how I like Mini Cooper Classics and if only I wish living somewhere in Europe would be a good idea. I came to realize that I should at least try to update my blogs from the recent survey I did on her. I had to pay her 6 buckaroos for that which cost me 3 set of metal chopsticks and a bowl of rice.

Chaoter 1

Ever wonder or just laying down and think back the childhood memories or the things you have said to someone; like your dreams, or what do you want to be when you grow up, or even the toys that you use to play and the silly things you do. Yes, Im letting it all, not all, out right now right here. When I was young, I had this silly conversation with my uncle. I was sitting down in that old rustic sofa with floral patterns on the cushion watching cartoon when my uncle sat beside me, I told him when I grow up, I want a Ford Mustang. He replied back with a smile and said, You have to work hard for it. Initially I didn't know that a Ford Mustang cost a bomb so I thought maybe I just need to save my money but when I get older I came to realize that he wasn't really refering to the price, more of the availability of the car. Singapore does not import Ford Mustang for several LTA reasons. I guess that's the reason why he says I have to work hard for that car.

Ever heard of Polly Pocket anyone? I guess the girls should know it. I use to play with it with my cousins last time. I was 4 or 5 years old back then, my father use to drop me off at my auntie's place at Ang Mo Kio Avenue 3 before he goes to work. My Aunt got 2 daughters and everytime they ask me to play, I will like run to the polly pocket first and then to the "masak-masak" area and I know one of them likes Carebears and I always like to threaten to throw her Carebear out of the window. Hahaha, then she will start to cry or beg me not to. Last time, polly pocket was the IN thing among the other toys. First thing, It is small and compact. You can bring it everywhere or even anywhere and you can keep it in your pocket literally or maybe in your mum's handbag. That is why it's called polly pocket in the first place. I don't know why I like to play with it but somehow it has a mini adventure to it, if you open the clam like box, you can see miniature furniture or gardens, depend on what polly pocket you have. I remember playing the garden version, because there is a fountain in the middle of the box and it's covered with walkways, flowers trees and it comes with Polly, the miniature doll. You can do move polly around, put her to bed, make her sit down or whatever that you can think of. Its like controlling someone's movement and their action. And the best part of it, when your friends have it with them you can check theirs and play with it, because they will probably own a different version. Another new adventure starts for polly. But right now i'm hoping they will make an adult polly pocket. A polly pocket playboy mansion edition would be a great way to start. Haha. Now I can boast to my friends. "Hey dude! Check this out! I got the keys to the playboy mansion!!!"

To tell you the truth I play with girls stuff, seriously. I like cutting up fake carrots and meat, cooking them in a plastic pot over a friendly user stove. Creating up new menus and collecting imaginary money from my cousins. Play with Carebears, Polly Pocket but not Barbie. I like to create imaginary house with blankets, pillows and bolsters and wake up to go to work. I wonder what are the toys the the kids now are playing, probably the same but playing your imagination is the best of all because all of a sudden you will be talking to someone that you made up.

Chapter 2
Childhood Friend 1

I have a childhood friend whose name is Faizal, we stay at the same block, which is 364, Yishun Ring Road and we go to the same school. Huamin Primary. He live 2 floor above mine. That is the only information I know about him until the end of primary 2 when my parents move to Bukit Panjang. The stories, laughter, funny moments and the bad things we do is still lingering in my mind. So why not, let me share it with you.

Usually after school, I would go back home, get changed but some other days I don't feel like changing. There is one time where I went to his place because he got new cool toys and everytime if I never came back home, my mum will go upstairs and scream and then beat me up or pinch my ears. Hahaha. I still remember cause it happen quite a couple of times. There is one time we pee through the opening from the 6th floor and it went straight down to the grass patch. I ate 1 small packet of chilli sauce during puasa because I was hungry and at the end of it drinking 1 big bottle of cold water and then going home with an innocent tired face.

Childhood Friend 2

I can't remember the full name but her name was Santi or Shanty, my friend Shima should know her. She live around my granmother's area and would usually go down with her twin brother to the playground every evening. There is one time where I was building sand castle, she came over and ask what I was doing and I told her I'm building a big castle and she agree to help me. From then onwards we play at the playground quite often. Buidling sandcastles, playing hide and seek and various versions of catching. After that I don't know what happen, she rarely come down. From that moment onwards I never see her again until the moment Shima ask me if i know her.

That is all i can remember for now, there would be more coming up if I can remember or if i can find anything that could get me to recall back my past. Its a warm and nice thing to still have it in one's memory.

14 April 2009

2009-04-13T23:56:00.002+08:00

To manage a blog is simple but to write a daily entry is not. To put it in the simplest terms, I am just utterly lazy. I have no desire in writing up till about 5 minutes ago when something just struck me like a bolt of lightning. Well not, actually I intend to write because I feel that I have something to tell. Haha, that "something to tell part" is not some big secret or what. Well if you think it is then that is an incorrect answer. It happen that I was thinking of something, something so sinister that even the infamous killer from Psycho will be spooked at. I am totally lost right now, I've just ended a conversation and I don't know how I should continue this post. Guess I'll end it here for the time being. Will be back soon.

Random

2009-04-01T19:56:00.002+08:00

I can run now and I just did.

1 February 2009

2009-02-01T21:13:00.002+08:00

I don't know what I ate or what I do to a point where I frequently and urgently need to use the toilet every now and then. Breaking up into cold sweats while trying to think of what to do next. I'm out of cash, desperately need some right now. I've been working ever since they called up however they cut my work time short and hence I earn less. I can't even get a hair cut which I desperately need. I'm grounded by an overuse injury, I can run but I can't run far. Leaving me with no chance to run this year's sundown marathon, well maybe next year.

Insert your title here.

2009-01-02T17:54:00.004+08:00

The guilt of admitting to a few people who reads this blog. The eyebrows raised in such spectacular length and lastly the "are you kidding me?" face that holds nothing but the emptiness of fresh unrelenting odour. Well I have to admit entirely that I like DESIGNER GOODS. Oui! I am currently saving my hard earn money from what it seems like a never ending pace that runs in a loop, to indulge myself in sweet temptation. It feels like attempting to jump through a hula-hoop torched with flames and end up falling in a bed of roses without it's thorns. The adrenaline, the excitement and the heat engraved in such timidness of one's mind. I can't believe I'm writing all this in the name of whoever you can think of. IF you can get me a bag from Marc by Marc Jacobs then you're in for the treat of your lifetime. Let's not put a dumbbell full of high hopes on it or else I won't be able to lift it up.

To see the picture of the bag click here.

Wednesday, 24 December 2008

2008-12-24T22:14:00.002+08:00

Everything is okay on my part. I thought I would let the world know how much I love people. I thought I would try to create something that I would personally like to listen to because a very large portion of the world's art sucks beyond description. I feel that it is a waste of time to pass judgements and comments. There are many more words to describe these thoughts and there are many linear lines to add on to it. Currently I can't really think of anything besides thinking of what should I do after this. I kept thinking on the events that are falling apart which I seriously think it is surely due to the lack of time and most importantly time, yet again. Time is always a factor to everyone. Consider this, we are left with only 2 weeks or maybe less to pull our underwear or panties up. We are running around with our pants dangling in between our ankles, it will only take some idiot to step on it and make us fall, HARD. Right now we are in that particular situation. So tell me what should we do, you smart bastards? Some moron vomited a whole chunk of ideas. I feel grossed because that moron tries to cover things up by contributing his puke. It would never be the same if he had mentioned it earlier. It seems like this is not a right time to say it out because it makes everyone feel so stressed out.

Random

2008-11-01T23:05:00.000+08:00

I once heard that if you are serious about riding then you should get the most expensive bike you can afford. That's probably a good advice, because in the end its probably cheaper. I have learned a lot though, and had less fun for not upgrading my bike. However, many of the components I had on my bike are basic and I had change them for the better. I love the frame and its geometry but the components are shitty. It's been 10 years now. I had to end the misery I endured every time I get on that bike. If you catch this disease like me, and have an insatiable desire for dirt then you should upgrade your bike. I'm proud that my bike can be upgraded forever due to its quality frame.

Why bother buying a high end MTB if you don't race religiously. I will have this bike not on the wall but on the trail even when I buy my next bike. This bike just screams "upgrade me!". I am going to ride my bike until I break it. Seriously.

The first thing I loved about this bike was the geometry. Gary Fisher makes a wonderful frame. The frame is light and strong, and takes just about anything I do to it.

It is rugged as hell and I would totally buy another Fisher if I ever have to replace this one. I have never ridden a bike this rugged or forgiving. It is definitely not a road bike but I use it sometimes and let me tell you it would be faster if you change to slicks. It begs to be beaten up and thrashed. You should not own a fisher if you plan to ride on the side walk. Unless if your's is a GF road bike.

In 1998, my dad bought the Kaitai. After riding his bike a few times, I told him that I need a new bike and he gave me his Kaitai instead and I fall in love after that. On the trails it feels like a part of your body. It has stood up to trees, rocks, muds, potholes even lamp post and side raillings and bashing on other types of terrain. I ride my bike hard, and this one seems to be able to take the heat. If you can find a Kaitai for sale anywhere - buy it. You can't have mine, I'm keeping it forever. How can I not when it was my dad who bought this bike in 1998 and I am still riding it hard in 2008? Soon this Kaitai will eventually smoked all of your high end bikes.

Tuesday 28 October 2008

2008-10-28T16:45:00.002+08:00

Instead of lying to you by saying we're breaking up or letting this go any further, I have to admit that I don't give a fuck. Most importantly, I can't relate anything with you. Let's face it, you are from a totally different culture. Our hobbies and interest are different and so does the way we think and splurge and of course our attitude and our sense of humour. I have appreciate your loyalty and dedicated attempts to walk our way. I expected you to be totally pissed off and hate our guts and we don't blame you because this is very sudden and we have tried to warn you that this was happening. This is not my fault. It's yours. I should have known it wouldn't work, but your enthusiasms and "clear thinking" made me want to try it and I don't feel shitty that I didn't have the guts to tell you in person. But even if you could make it up everyday, it is up to us or me to decide. They weren't as gross as me but they held their own to say the least. The tension grew because of you.

Tuesday 21 October 2008

2008-10-21T22:36:00.002+08:00

As reported in the San Francisco Chronicle,

There were over 20,000 competitors in Sunday's Nike Women's Marathon in San Francisco. And 24-year-old Arien O'Connell, a fifth-grade teacher from New York City, ran the fastest time of any of the women.

But she didn't win.
Huh? How is that possible?

Because, as columnist C.W. Nevius explains, "she didn't run with the 'elite' group who were given a 20-minute head start."

Seriously.

O'Connell had the race of her life Sunday, running a 2:55:11—a PR by 12 minutes. But because she wasn't registered as an "elite," she started with the regular schlubs, 20 minutes behind the elites, who were unaware that one of the schlubs was about to spank them all.

The moment of truth came at the awards ceremony, says O'Connell:

"They called out the third-place time and I thought, 'I was faster than that,'" she said. "Then they called out the second-place time and I was faster than that. And then they called out the first-place time (3:06), and I said, 'Heck, I'm faster than her first-place time, too.'"

Race officials weren't sympathetic, Nevius reports: "If you're feeling like you're going to be a leader," race producer Dan Hirsch said, "you should be in the elite pack."

And if you're not in the elite pack, would it kill you to not run quite so fast? Please?

17 October 2008

2008-10-17T23:11:00.002+08:00

Maintaining weight 101.

"Eat whatever you want in small portions just exercise 3 times a week and you will be able to to do so"

Losing weight 101.

"Calculate your daily caloric intake, you may eat as much as you want but you must burn more than what you eat in order to burn fats otherwise you are wasting your time!"

Exercise 101.

"Don't just run, swim or cycle! It's time to carry weights, its okay to start off small. I started off by lifting 2kg"

Rehabilitation 101.

Get a foam roller and a yoga mat. That's all you need.

Nutrition 101.

Eat, eat, eat! Just watch what you eat.

29 September 2008

2008-09-29T15:51:00.003+08:00

Well someone doesn't like to be famous overnight. Please if you have something good for me then share because I think I am wasted. You know damn right. Feed me banana split with chocolate sundae and m&m topping, fish and chips with tartar sauce and root beer and I will be cheap for once. If you have something to talk about then talk about me. It is now my duty to completely drain you.

a random thought might seems right

2008-08-27T15:19:00.009+08:00

27 August 2008

Konechiwa, i have a sudden urge to say that. Count how many times i use the word "fuck" and "sometimes".

Hello it is me saying "everything is basically raining, dull and OK". Yeah punctuation, I was stoned a lot when i was learning that stuff. If you read, you judge. It sounds as if everything is working out well here.

School can be a pain in the ass sometimes when you know you have to wake up early in the morning to catch the first bus and make sure you come on time or technology might just deduct half a point from your daily grading system. Yes, technology, how amazing it can be? Currently it is on the top of the world here and sometimes it hurts to know that the world revolves around technology. Sometimes you feel like switching off your laptop and go home. That's what most of them did and so do i.

School can be a pain in the ass sometimes when you realized that the system keeps changing the students in the class at every end of one semester. It sticks right through you. You had good relation with your current friends be it hip, cool, funky, funny or the ON type, sadly you have to leave them. You make new friends with different perspective of the world. It makes a whole lot different and yes you get to update your chickipedia - the wiki of hot women or girls?

School can be a pain in the ass when what you are learning is not related to your course, literally, but in reality they are the ropes when you rock climb or the shoes when you run. Oh that really hurts. When everyone learns the same modules. Foundations they say but fuck you i say, you are wasting my fucking time. Oh im so damn proud of me. A triumphant victory for mankind. Maybe there is hope. It brought a tear to my eye. Having just to scrape through the first semester with a decent GPA. Im happy for you. Please reproduce. Im doing all i can over here as well. That's alright, im a high roller. Neither side is sacred, no one wants to win, feeling so sadated i think i'll just give in. Dim r will always be random and so am i.

I have lost my words or sentences, my friends and my mind many times, and my wallet many more. In the simplest term of randomness and the act of kindness:

Dont rape (not literally)
Dont be prejudice
Dont be sexist
Love children
Love your family
Love yourself
Love your friends
Dont let your opinions obstruct the above mentioned list

It's fine in a sense that you can make a comfortable living at or with it. I have a lot to say but i will leave that to you. You are able to comprehensive every word and sentences into forms of simplicity with dedication and passion. I don't or may not have the facts to back up the complaints or what i have said and the patience to debate but you will never know when if it is coming again. I dont care. I dont know, seems like finally the appreciation of things are not in order and it is up to you to fix it. Get it done and over with it. My mind is so dry. I cant think.

27 August 2008

2008-08-27T15:19:00.003+08:00

Top 3 Best Female Athlete

Shawn Johnson - Gymnastic

Ana Ivanovic - Tennis

Yelena Isinbayeva - Pole Vault

Photos taken from www.polarrose.com

24 August 2008

2008-08-24T20:26:00.001+08:00

Champions aren’t made in the gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them—a desire, a dream, and a vision.
- Muhammad Ali

21 August 2008

2008-08-21T14:28:00.003+08:00

I don’t care what you think unless it is about me.

Picture of the day

She is one hot stuff.

Saturday, 2 August 2008

2008-08-02T19:51:00.005+08:00

Things that irritates me or maybe you if you put your ass in my shoes, here is the list and it is not according to the most or the least.

When you need food the most after gruelling runs and they are just not there.
When an elderly runner literally RUN pass you without you even noticing him coming.
When your friend plays around in a conversation, beating around the bush but their
motive is just to go over your house and to sell and promote their company's product and saying things like "oh we just need to talk to you and your parents, you don't need to buy"
When they keep pestering you 24/7 asking if your parents are at home.
Answering calls while im having my sleep
When you had to do 2 rounds of Bukit Timah trail with only one bottle of Gatorade and then encounter a flight of stairs in the middle of the route, carry your heavy bicycle up and then start of with a gradient slope.
When you are tackling the s-trail at Kent Ridge park despite finding a straight route in the middle of the s-trail throughout the whole route.
When you fall miserably 15 meters towards the end of Bukit Timah trail. It happen to me just now, i felt so good after kicking my bicycle.
Answering unwanted calls in the middle of your training.

Maybe you could add more to my list. You know who you are.

Monday June 23 2008

2008-06-23T22:25:00.002+08:00

This particular random post dates back to the years where i was a so called frequent blogger. I have yet to post it and recently i stumbled upon it, i find it interesting because it has an underlying meaning to a particular someone besides me.

I started it first, it was me, how i wish i could just keep my mouth shut. Now everyone thinks that all i am good at is talking bad about others, telling the truth, insulting and rubbing salt and spice on their past and present bruises. I can't think of anything now because my mind went through a horrendous state of thinking. I feel numb, naive, negative, i don't careless attitude, pen whatever you think kind of situation. If you want to know how it feels, soak your lifeless body in a pack of ice, mix it with nails and lemon juice and then try to think. You will feel high, you will.

What makes me this way is way beyond than what you expected. A whole new beginning to a never ending chapter. It all begins in school, of course secondary school . . .(imaginations starts to run in circles) That was the day back then. The more i write the more my hands hurts. There was this particular group of people and of course they think they were motherfuckingly cool. Well they think so. Jealousy, anger, common language, insultations are brutal and spayed. I was hurt, it felt as if i was hit by a truck and then burn in an incenerator but i keep it all to myself. I was trapped around four walls with nails sticking out at every inch. As i bottled up those feelings i started to get used to it. I don't even care if it flows around or inside me. No this is not the end yet. There was this particular girl, i won't mentioned name but right now i feel like i want to. The guilt, the fear, the sharp, blunt words that poke right through me. Whatever that was coming from her mouth is far more worse than falling from a flight of stairs. It hurts to hear it and she kept on talking and rotting and talking and not noticing that all the problems are gathered in a form of social interactions. Yes social interactions, and until now i am so used to it that i even use it as if im using a pen and paper and then crumble it up and throw directly and your face. I don't mean to hurt or insults or throw spikes at your face because i can't get rid of the pain and anger that has been with me for a few years. When i ask for individual comments or opinions on me, they ask why? Go look at yourself. Well, Fuck You, i asked you a question so better answer it back you fucking idiot. I totally lost control and vent my anger at that point of time. I use to have a nice, plesant personality but now things seems to be different. I can't see the fear coming through me, all i can see is the pain that i inflicted on the people i know. Frankly speaking i don't give a shit, this is me, so why should you or i bother. It is the people around me that make me as i am. The people around me during that particular period of disgust. What do you think? Well fuck your thoughts and opinions. I don't trust your mouth except for some people who really knows me well. I know this is random and unexpected. Well i don't care because you can kiss my ass.

Can someone please reach out to me? Can someone please turn me to being nice again? Excuse me if i say, please i 'm trying my best here to insult you more and to hurt you more. SO if you mind? This is notto be taken seriously because this is not an opinion. This is not a perspective, this is a view that i see from a tiny hole, putting myself in front of everyone. Judging myself. Please judge yourself before you judge others because the enemy is still you. I still try to keep my mouth shut and think before i talk. think about others. That way i don't put myself in a situation that requires another form of insultations and anger

Sunday June 15 2008

2008-06-15T13:52:00.003+08:00

I want Cat Power's The Covers Record album, Kimya Dawson's Remember That I Love You album and Marie Digby's Unfold album. They have the best voice and song combined like fire meets wood. HOT STUFF! Go check them out if you have iTunes or your local music store. Preferably HMV or Tower Records.

Sunday June 08 2008

2008-06-08T17:03:00.008+08:00

YES i admit i have a crush on a student nurse. I think she's the only one who can make my heart beat to increase without running.

I think im still skeptical on my new personal record for 10km because the last record was 1hr 30min and im SATISFIED that i achive my goal which is to complete 15km below 1hr 50min. At least i have something to update for now.

2007-11-12T01:17:00.000+08:00

I like to complain and do nothing to make things better. I like to blame the people around me. I like to make insidious efforts to avoid conflicts. I like to have strong opinions and nothing to back them up with besides saying "it's the fact". I like sincerity. I lack sincerity. These are not opinions, these are random sentences. Sometimes i wonder if you wouldn't even exists. For some reasons we all hate for what you are and what you are trying to do. Things wouldn't work here for us and it's better that you leave and keep your negative opinions and matured thinking to yourself. It's like everything must be your way. I can no longer keep this as a secret because it pains me and the others to hide any part of it. At first we think of you as our public domain or cartoon character but in the end it all boils down to one person, which is you. Im not like them, i can't pretend, although i tried to. Im really bored with everyone's concerned and advice because it's hard to decipher the difference between a sincere friend and an honest swindler.

Monday 9 April 2007

2007-04-09T16:02:00.000+08:00

I wish there was someone i could ask for advice, someone who wouldnt make feel like a creep for splling my guts and trying to explain all the insecurities that have played me for oh, about a few weeks ago. I have come up a conclusion that everything mentioned is not a subject to everyone who thinks in the same direction as me. It so relaxing to know that youre not asking. Really. Verbal communication is exhausted and you might understand what i mean.

Monday 26 March 2007

2007-03-26T00:51:00.000+08:00

I have a lot to say, but i'll leave that to you, I'll leave that to those who have the ability to expound their whines better than me. Im not well read, but when i do read, i read well. I dont have the time to translate what i understand in the form of conversation. I thought i would like the world to know how much i love to listen to your whines but the fact is i dont. They are a big pile of contradictions. Theyre split down in between very sincere opinions and feelings that i have. So please shut up before i shut you up.
I rarely use my instruments lately. It used to be so exciting. Working on music is not a chore for me. Figuring out which note and finger positions seems to be so much interesting. Its now a waste of time to practice. Pratically. Rock star lesson: When your guitar is out of tune, sing out of tune along with it.

Saturday 24 March

2007-03-23T23:59:00.000+08:00

Words suck, I mean everything has been said, re-said and rewind. I cant remember the last real interesting conversation ive had in a long time. Who cares? I have now come to a conclusion that im so disgusted with the clothes i owned now. I'll be so bored and im not looking forward to it.

Tuesday 20 March 2007

2007-03-20T21:19:00.000+08:00

Id be better off if i keep my mouth shut. I can't speak, i can only feel. Maybe someday i'll turn myself into Hellen Keller by puncturing my ears with a knife, then cutting my voice box out. I purposely keep myself niave and away from so called the "social life" because its the only way to a void a jaded attitude. So ive been couping myself at home away from social life ever since the holidays started. Since then, i've been hanging out only with my best friend who lives a block away from here. Ive been hooked on to his game console for this moment but i got disgusted ever since i started to lose, lose and lose! I dont feel like playing anymore but the desire that attracts to it is far from what i expected. If you want to know what it feels like, then put on parachute, go up in plane, shoot a good amount of heroine into your veins and immediately follow that with a hit of nitrous oxide and then jump. Or set yourself on fire. Just before i fall asleep and when im really bored I..laydown and think for a while until i fall into a semi hypnotic state, some called it daydreaming, some called it thinking, but in this particular state of mind i forgot to think. Everything was just as blank as a piece of paper. Seriously.

Friday 9 March 2007

2007-03-09T21:21:00.000+08:00

This is not to be taken seriously. This is not to be read as opinions. It is to be read as something else. Its obvious that i am on the educated level of higher nitec in school. Its obvious that these words were not thought out or even re-read. This writting style is what i like to call thru the perspective of a higher nitec student attempting at showing that no matter what level of intellligence one is on, we all question love and lack of love and fear of love. Its good to question authority and to fight it just to make things a bit less boring, but ive always reverted back to the conclusion that man is not redeemable and words that dont necessarily have their expected meanings can be used descriptively in a sentence as art. True english is so fucking boring and this little pit-stop we call life, that we so seriously worry about is nothing but a small, over the week end jail sentence, compared to what will come with death. Life isnt nearly as scared as the appreceiation of passion. fuckk.

I shouldnt be blogging. I should be stitting down and start my revision. Okay im done now.