___u break my heart, i'll break ur head__

Monday, October 10, 2005

...bam bam boom...

I've noticed. For these past few weeks, or years rather, i've never actually blogged about anything productive. I mean it's just random ramblings about my life, which has no interesting happenings anyway. So why, i thought. Why would anyone bother reading about occasional depression, mood-swings and embarassment that revolves around my so-called pathetic life? Poor you. Poor me.

And once again, i need a hard smashing on my head. No idea what that above entry is about. My evil run-off-the-mill twin sister must have stepped in. Talking about twins...Gawddd...i wanna adopt twins. Can't possibly wait til i get married. God knows if i'm even getting married. I think i'll adopt one. Right after O's. -_-" ARE YOU KIDDING? Of course i'm joking. Bummerr.

STRESS. Argh. It's amazing what a single word could do. Exams, revision, studies, truncated, maths...and incase you hadn't notice, all of them are interconnected in some ways or another...and i'm basically talking about the same damn thing. DAMN. Eh...alermak...puase, takleh maki. Ah. What the hell. I'm not maki-ing. DAMN is an expression, it's the same as ALAMAK. And FUCK is merely a word used when two people come in sexual contact. And SIAL means bad luck. So no kiddos...i am not maki-ing in any way whatsoever, thanks.

I hate going into English Paper One without preparation. It's probably one of those rare times that i did. And you know what? Of ALL the single-word title they could give...they had to give SPACE. How bummerish could that get? So i thought...lots of thoughts...of how to make it different from the rest. Many would surely use the concept of wanting space, freedom...stuffs like that. So, clever me, I decided to be different. Yeah man. Dare to be different. So i wrote about this mental psychothic girl...who had a huge crush on her sister's boyfriend. She spent hours picturing him and her in space, over the planets, dancing with the stars. Then she found out that her sis was marrying the guy and being the psychopath that she was...voila....she killed him. Yeah. Sadist bitch.

'I was still off in space when someone pulled me back to Earth. It was one of the doctors. The one that had said i spaced-out too much. I waved goodbye at the planets and they waved back. I had to go back in now. They say it's time to take my medicine. Maybe later i'll go back to space.'

That was my last paragraph. Shudders. Cocky. Corny. =/

Ethyl propanoate. I like esters. =))) DUN ASK.

8:20 PM