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Tuesday, July 24, 2007

i really dislike the feeling of feeling obliged to do something for anything or for a aim.
i feel that it is ridculous and i feel so suffocated by it.
yucks.
i wouldnt mind last time or wouldnt have a choice last time becuz i had to do it.
the whoever that i'm obliged to help out are like the authorities.
and i freakin detested the feeling.
so since i have no more authorities above me now why should i feel 'forced' to do watpple feel that i should do and how i should behave?
haha.
my 'rebellious' stage started rather late huh.
i just feel all i wanna do is to do wat i like and wat i want and wat i feel is worth doing.
the bloddy freaking problem is:
i freaking hell still care a damn hell lot wat others think of me. even acqaintances.

i got some of these off my chest today;) and i'm glad abt it.
or else i think i'm gonna die a sad person man.
hahha no la. retarded.
be myslef just be myself?
but they have shown at they do not like 'myself' and i seem to need to put in an extra effort to make them like me.
but wat the hell.
i dont think they are bloody worth the effort.
but
it seems like not me to leave things hanging there.
dont noe.
watever
i really need to study to keep my mind off.
i need to study focus.
i want a good life after uni and not just THE uni life experience that they have been gushing about.
whatever
i ahve better things to do.
again
although i just mentioned i've got better things to do.
but i'm afraid
afraid of missing out.
wat's wrong
wat's wrong with the student life in singapore
it always has to be plagued with worries.
wtf


11:16 PM


Saturday, July 14, 2007

yesterday was a smile.
a huge smile.

this early afternoon
chin chin died.
chin chin died.


1:48 PM


Thursday, July 12, 2007

the lack of inspiration to writers is a nightmare
the lack of energy to sportsmen is a nightmare
the lack of ability
the lack of ability of something a skill is a nightmare
to me
is it only me
i dont seem to have anything
any skill for myself to admire

water falling from the wall
it's just the fountain behind the wall.
the water falls.
the water falls gracefully.
even water falls gracefully.
even they have something for people to admire.

soil rolling down from the hill
it's just soil, soil erosion.
the soil the mud rolls.
the soil the mud rolls elegantly down.
even if it destroys,
when it rolls it's pretty
even they have something for people to admire.

hmm.
i've got to find something to worthy out of me.
i've got to quickly find the worth of me.
saying priceless is bullshit crap
some people really just keep others by their side for their uses.
so do i really have find my use or seemingly i gonna lose.

sometimes i dont make sense sometimes i do
sometimes i ramble sometimes i dont
sometimes i get upset sometimes i dont
sometimes i get high sometimes i dont

does high equal to being happy?


1:59 PM


Tuesday, July 03, 2007

why is living such a chore why is it such a fustration!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
why am i in this world
I HATE IT
I HATE IT I HATE EVERYTHING
i think the amt of hate is gonna burst thru my mind anytime.
i'm gonna explode.
EXPLODE!!!!


4:08 PM


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