There's something buried in the words.

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness.

---

So. I've quit smoking, officially.

The effects of quitting smoking is getting on to me.

Coughing non stop till my abs hurt. Because of the glands of the throat which got numbed when smoking is regaining its senses.

Well, not really a bad thing. One less muscle to train at the gym.

3 gym sessions per week isn't really enough to target all muscles, ya see?

Well well. I'm going to get back my stamina by running. Again. Damn.

So...if anyone feels like running, call me. Hah.

Anyways. I'm thinking of getting a new display picture for my Facebook, MSN and Twitter. So...keep a look out for ME.

Er...so I shaved my mustache? Look kinda young now.

Oh! My chin, forgot to shave it.

Whatever. Get a goatee? Ha ha ha. That was my plan all along.

That's all for now. Till then.


-END

Believe me, I would swing you by your hair.

I YIELD, I YIELD.

Nah. Changed my mind.

-

Anyway. First, I was thinking of getting red hair, something I always dreamt of having.

But, the thought of damaging my hair scared the shit out of me and I ditched the idea.

Secondly, I thought of getting a full back tattoo.

But then, the thought of being a refined man without any "Art" on my body made me drop the idea.

Third, I have quit smoking.

Why? Because of some advice and the thought of getting my fantabulous DNA damaged by the chemicals causing cancer to me and my descendants made me want to quit.

--

Anyhow, I really want a computer of my own. A powerful one.

There are so many things I would do once I get it.

Like, becoming a Runescape member again.

---

Still walking around places alone most of the time.

Reading in the libraries. Watching movies.

----

Bah. That's about all I guess. Chinese New Year around the corner, wanting to get a haircut but I fear the finished product is...meh.


-End

Life for you has been less than kind.
So take a number, step in line.
We've all been sorry, we've all been hurt.
But how we SURVIVE, is what makes us who we are.

Who the fuck is saying I lost my fangs?

Bad stuff happening, bad luck I'm having.

Still alive, not going to give up on life, not going to be a sad kid.

I'll never fall from such minor setbacks.



-End.

-

Day 2 of No Smoking Campaign. I smoked 3 sticks. I failed.

I'll restart the whole thing.

I'm trying my best.

It's good for me.

---

So, why am I spending so much on looking good?

Clothes, hair, figure.

And with that and treating girls good, I get stuck on the dreaded "Friend Ladder"

Sigh. Pity, pity.

-End.

"Life is like a penis. It gets hard for no reason sometimes.

But my life? It's on Viagra."

Solutions and tomorrow, that's rubbish.

Guess I'm just unlucky for almost 18 years. No good fortune at all. No love, no results, no cash. Nothing at all.


All I've been doing is slogging my guts out for minimum wage, studying real hard for lousy grades and getting muscle aches from gymming.


And now I've noticed how I survived 17, nearly 18 years of solitude and hard work. And life is not getting any better.



-End

Devil in a midnight mass

-

So I went to STOMP and I saw posts about love stories of couples. So many different stories. Oh so touching.


Seriously, what the hell?

Now... Bring me that horizon.

You can't stand on two fucking feet with a substance as a crutch.

Oh.

I would change my blog link.

I would love to change my blog link.

But it would be a hassle for people who linked me to have to change the codes. Ja?

So I guess I'll keep it like this?

Hmm. Meh. I still can't get a beautiful goatee. I'm sad, really.

-End

2010 Sucked. Now 2011?

Father: Why are you not home nowadays?
Me: I'm to tired to move, last train missed.
My mind: Blah. Home sucks. I rather be a hobo.

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Mother: You can't cook, you can't wash, you can't do shit.
Me: My fault that you wanted to kick that maid back and now I'm a burden?
Mother: Why are you shouting?
Me: The world is round. My fault. Sorry.

---

Now mom's crying and stuff. My fault.
Brothers are going to hate me for all the shit.

Blargh. Waking up at 11PM was a wrong move.
Should have just slept on and ignore the hunger I was feeling. Hah.


-End

Gah.

1 January 2011

12:00 AM

It's a new year. Where am I? Oh, a bus. Awesome.

1:00 AM

Well. Let's start the drinking.

2:00 AM

Gah. Tipsy.

3:00 AM

Woot. Drunk.





6:00 AM

I woke up. Urgh. Not all are sleeping. Head's still spinning. Unknown injury on hand. Blah. I shall go back to sleep.





9:00 AM

WTF? THE SUN IS SO BRIGHT. THE WINDOWS ARE TRANSPARENT. NO CURTAINS?! OMG OMG OMG THE SUN IS SHINING ON ME. I WANT TO SLEEP.


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11:00PM. 1 January 2011. Now.

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Hah. Wishes for me to have a happy new year: 3.

Number of times I had alcohol: 5
Number of times drunk: 5

Was really hungry when I woke up at 9AM. Got food only at 1230PM.

Woow. Got home at 3PM, cleaned myself up and went to bed at 4PM.

Just woke up, and I'm typing this blog post.

Hmm. That's all for now, I guess. Farewell.




-End.