Friday, September 23, 2005
the monster within scratching and tearing at thin strands of flesh keeping
my will together. the demon glaring his deep purple eyes through smoke screen patterns of smoke forming the shape of hate surrounding and suffocating me. every muscle in my body achedwith the burden of guilt and every pigment in my skin filled to the brim with sweat. ya and then i crushed the ant lor.. haha the past few days have been so nice. i feel like a levels are over. i feel as though i dont have a care in the damm world. nothing to study. my books and notes are all over my table and i dont give a fricking shit! play games all night and sleep all day. soccer lan tennis and feasting. man if post-prelims is this good, just imagine what the possibilities are come post-alevels. another happening in my life this evening. while surfing friendster. i just have to make fun of this person. however bad it may make me out to be. people in the world must know that other people like this exist. yes they are not really found just in comic books. okay to start off her name is 'baObeiXVIIIFULokay.. so baobei i have no idea what the fuck that means. but im guessing something like beauty princess or sunflower girl. okay whatever. and the roman numerals suggest that this is her 18th account. i mean... WTF>>?>!@*&!^@ 18th account. each account holds 500 people. that means she knows 9000 people. apart from the fact that almost all her photos feature her in the same position ( looking up at the camera like theres some humungous fungus growth on the top of her eyeball that she doesnt wanna show) with different backgrounds all with outrageous titles such as "eeEeiks !! `~ ba0beiiz me0wy ?! L0L !!! `~"... if you find that difficult to read check out her Occupation: *-=¨·.+(¯`צü®vé®éñƒu×´¯)+.·¨=-*. and her Hometown: ·°¯`·• ßåØbêïïx ßåbÿiïê ¢å§†lê•·´¯°·. i sure dont know where that is but i sure as hell dont wanna go there. also when asked the question Favorite Music: languages are not forms of music. they are words that people speak. like hello how are you. that isnt a song now is it? oh dear. im getting a bit out of control. dont get me wrong i love ah lians and everything about them. i just cant stand them. i love em!
James Barr at 10:02 AM
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