I discovered that livejournal is cooler than wordpress.
heyfreaks.livejournal.com
maybe we can all start anew(:

I discovered that livejournal is cooler than wordpress.
heyfreaks.livejournal.com
maybe we can all start anew(:

Let me teach you something new.

“What is this used for?”
“To kiap things.”
“so it is called a KIAPPER.“
“and the test tube it kiaps is called a KIAPEE.“
(like employer, employee, get it get it?)
My life is an overload of stupidity.

I AM OFFICIALLY THE LOUSIEST PERSON ON EARTH WHEN IT COMES TO PLAYING MARIOKART ON WII.
I’m happy when I come in 11th.

“Spending time with girls is like shifting cultivation. They suck your money and time, then when they’re done they just leave you empty to fallow. In time, they’ll just come around and do the same again.”
HAHAHA. Such warped thinking.

‘Transformers’ is a bad name for a movie, I swear. Here’s why:
“Are we transforming tomorrow?”
“You transform then tell me whether it’s nice.”
“Was the transformation good?”
After awhile, all you want to do is shoot the person who says that.
P.S. The random camels in the movie were cool(:

No more emo-ness, please.
Today was a good day(: I spent 20 bucks on food that didn’t even fill me up. I feel cheated. ‘Shokudo’ in Heeren is a rip off, I’m telling you. A bowl of pork/beef/chicken (who can tell the difference?) AND 4 pieces of sushi. And I was still hungry. I’m a monster, I swear. My mom says I should grow up and marry someone who eats as much as me. Then I won’t feel so bad everytime I go for a meal. Maybe I should just starve myself.
“You’re a monster.”
“Speak for yourself.”
HAHAHA.
I’m tired of pretending to be someone I’m not, so stop comparing.

Just take me somewhere, far far away.
And I’m sure as hell, no one’ll find out I’m gone, anyway.
I’m sorry. For those hurtful words; give me another chance to start over, please.

Sometimes I wonder why I keep holding on. I wonder why I still go out with them, despite all that hurt in me. They don’t even give a damn, why should I? But there’s some form of assurance out there – keeping me strong. I try and fail countless times in willing myself to give up, to just let go and forget.
Everyone else seems happy as things are. They don’t think as much – they haven’t seen this side of me. And hell, there’s barely anyone else who feels this same hurt.
You got lost, For a while.
You’ve been trying to find a smile.
You got stood up, then you fell down,
and when you needed , there was no one ’round.

I don’t like coming home every week, feeling freaking insignificant and small. I don’t wanna feel inferior, I don’t want to be compared to the rest. I don’t wanna pretend I’m someone I’m not. Today – I couldn’t find the right things to say anyway. And I don’t think it matters, they don’t know me , they don’t even care. I’ve waited, I’ve hoped. But time hasn’t healed anything. Or, for that matter, improved anything. I think I’m back to where I started.
I think I need a sunrise, I’m tired of the sunset,
I hear it’s nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice.
(I think I just teared 2 tears.)

New Zealand was AWESOME. I rolled down the hill in a giant ball, great stuff man. (and yeah, I’ll keep updating on my rolling-down-hill-experiences), I’ve gone up a level in that scale since the last time at Botanics, not bad eh.
YSEC turned out to be so so so much better than I expected, group 3 totally OWNS. Well, we don’t necessarily win all the competitions (or none of them, for that matter), but at least we’re bonded(: And I swear, our group leader (eh, you) is the funniest thing on earth.
“Put your palms up, so that I can take your temperature.” Guess what. He points the thermometer towards my palm and takes my temperature. funny shit.
I don’t want it to end I don’t want it to end.