Tuesday, April 19, 2005

ever heard of: it's pain when your loved one does not loved you. but i hurst even more wen u see her loving another guy?
haha well, it true man.
trust me on that


school was great tdy.
returned to school.
paul ng asked me why i was absent
i said tests make me sick
and i gave him the mc.
paul's pants got torn.
he went to the bookshop
only to have aaron rip it wider.
saw brandon (a black eurasian) pushing mervyn
and we shouted racial riot


yea. haha the pacifier is real cool.
super funny.
from gers kicking groins to duck biting groins
and even the "nipple crrippler"
which is defined as the ultimate move of desperation.
haa, the show's just funny.




and here's an extract frm a compo titled "abused" i wrote

"the alarm rang. i woke up just to see the peeling ceiling. the floor was dusty as usual - no one cleant it. i forced myself out of bed, it creaked like it was going to break any moment; fortunately for me, it never did. shutting the "buzzy" fan, i went ahead to wear my uniform. putting on that tattered shoes, i exited my empty apartment.

my name is.. well, i guess no one wants to know. i was just another casualty of this decayed society. my parents got married just because my mother was conceiving me. In simple terms, a shotgun marriage. my father had been jobless ever since i had common sense. "was this society too demanding? or was it just my dad?", i had always wondered. well, i guess it must have been the latter. my mother was the bread-winner of the family.however, she "won bread" just fer her excessive gambling habits. This was my life - a real pathetic one. my father alway hit my mother for money. while, the both hit me. thay had always loathed me fer my very existance. to them, i was nothing but a living burden. to me, i did not even knew why i existed. i guess God must have his reasons, though he never showed me why
....................................................( story ends with him killing his father)

well, for a moment i wished to see some love in his eyes. at least in his last moments. i never did. i hated returning home, knowing that no one evr loved me. it was just an empty apartment. i wished someone dear would take me away. even an orphan was better off than me. though they never knew love, they had the chance to. love denied me since birth, or was love denied of me? love was just a distorted perception to me. i was a hated kid, an abused kid.."


haa. i just distord counting crows - accidentally in love.
man. what the hell's goin through my head?


whoo. im still scandalous. x)

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