reflection...
Normally, you'd need a mirror or some sufficiently shiny and reflective surface to reflect upon, but I don't really like my reflection. Yes, I look in the mirror a lot, but it's only to see if the fucked-upness has faded. Unsurprisingly, it hasn't.
Normally, I'd write about how come this is so, but I presume you've heard enough. Besides, since you're doing it purely for your own amusement, you might as well come ask me in the face, and I'll give you a full account of it. Rather, I'm going to tell you how fucked up the people AROUND me are. Yeah. That means you! And if you're offended, then like, maybe you should go take a shotgun and blast your brains out, because I'd do that, except it'd inconvenience me.
First, there's these two people that I sorta met online. I don't like naming because it's tiring, so I won't say it's Darien and Liz and I won't say that they're probably arguing over something totally irrelevant and I also won't mention that it's almost hilarious if it wasn't so annoyingly, erm, annoying, for a reason I cannot explain. Nope. I won't tell you that. Rather, I'll say that it probably will prove amusing how it turns out and that I'll sit back and watch the fireworks except that fireworks are dangerous and probably illegal too but that doesn't really matter because most of us are probably criminals anyway. So, make sure you're not wanted for any major crime like murder, rape, or wearing pink undies on the outside.
I think I probably made an interesting embarassment of myself in 4U today. People were rambling on and on about something irrelevant that I cannot recall, but I DID remember that I was extremely hyper, bouncing around, talking very quickly, almost like rambling but somehow what I said makes sense, and I'm getting the feeling that this Keith guy sorta worships me but that's getting way ahead of myself. No, I think it's my breath that made them so, erm, attentive. *sniff* Smells like garlic. Excellent.
This dude, not sure how to spell his name since I don't think we pronounce it right anyways, erm, Saraunan, or summat like that. Meh. Anyway, he has an interesting suicide attempt history. He's quite ditzy, maybe even more so than Kian, though that's hard to imagine. I presume it's probably all those attempts that sorta fried those already overheated neurons. I have the vague feeling that it's all an act, but somehow, it's a bit too convincing. At any rate, the scar in the shape of an E and the numerous slash marks on his arms, and not to mention the absolutely baked appearance of his sorta persuades me to think he might be telling the truth. And to think all I ever tried was to stand in front of a moving bus. Meh.
Fuck this keyboard...
People who designed the yearbook the first time round, I think, should be submitted to 5835236 hours of inane talk by some inane talking feller. Fuck. They're so unable to do a straight design, it's so frustrating. To be kind, I just say that I wouldn't pay 50 bucks for a book like that. Still kind, I'd say it's a waste of colour pages. To be relatively nice, I'd say that they should really try looking at the pages while designing them. To be polite, I'd say their tastes, assuming that they WERE looking at the screen while working, are in question. To be honest, I'd say they should be hung by piano strings and meathooks, be tortured with 5112436224125 hours of Malaysian political speeches, drawn and quartered, have their eyeballs gouged out, and their twitching corpses flung over a collapsing cliff into a pool of iron spikes and flaming liquified reindeer shit. And that still wouldn't have done justice to how they squashed my photos.
Thank God for someone who is on too long a holiday and is too religious to wank. Thanks, Ooi Keong, lolz.
Geometry is fun. I can't really complain about the people. Sure, half the class are noobs, meaning 5, and the other half are dorks. Me, I'm just visiting long term watching the noobs and dorks dish it out, cuz I'm a hot stud looking for a good fuck *says the oblvious nerd who dresses in dorky clothes with noobish hair*. At any rate, I get to gloat cuz I'm the best at geometry ever! Tralalalalala. Note: If I ever did that in front of your face, your ancestors would turn in their graves so fast that if you wound copper coils around them and replaced their tombstone with a magnet, the electricity they would generate would overload the national grid. Note about the Note: If you didn't get it, you're stupid.
Damn you Prax. You gave a good rating for my blog. Now people are gonna expect some genius writing here and find only some scribblings of some ugly fat guy that poses in stupid kawaii poses because he's an ignorant camwhore. For YOUR information, that deserves a godly rating. Meh.
This sounds ranty. It's not. You only think it's ranty because you're a degenerate and couldn't understand it anyways. Ranty is more like: OMFG I'm gonna die because that stupid fucking bitch stole my nail file!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111111oneoneoneoneone That's ranty. Now, this. This is deep introspective observation coupled with a witty tongue lashing topped with a generous creme de spite. Or something. I can't be bothered to look up weird sounding French vocabulary. In the words of a Professor Henry Higgins: The French don't care what they say as long as they pronounce it properly.
I sound like Maddox. But I am not. Because Maddox has small balls, and mine are not. Of course, Kenny Sia has coconuts, but hell, I'll not be forced to go pants shopping again so soon.
I want to call Evon to ask her something, but it will sound stupid over the phone and I'll forget what I'm saying. And the weird thing is that Perlis has a better internet connection than SEA Park does. Anyways, E, if you see this, like try to get me online. It's too random to ask face to face or over the phone.
How much gayer can I get? Very. I've been smooching Bryant in the cafeteria the whole morning while helping him with his project. Well, I suppose it's not technically, since smooching requires some sort of physical contact. But apparently Keith gets freaked out by this (and strangely he's taken to playing along. Gross...) it was well worth the rather weird feeling that comes with making out with a guy.
If you believed anything up there, you're stupid. If you don't, you're also stupid. Mwahahaha.
Meh.
