monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- understanding is the key that unlocks the door to love Heya. Frankly, i'm outta stuff to write. I need to do something new, something out of the ordinary, something crazy, so that it is bloggable. But first i've to have my wish of a dramatic forceful bolt of high octane-powered lightning striking and eradicating school forever fulfilled. Well, since the probability of that happening is equal to that of turning michael jackson black again or getting nut to play soccer, i'm guessing that u people have to contend with the usual shit. At least for the next 4 weeks, after which exams await. Damn, i sense nothing but impending doom. Hey, but what i write doesn't really make a difference, does it? I mean, how many people actually read this blog? And since its, like, not really linked to any blog, it's not really one of those blog hopping destinations. And it's quite pointless, just to share these facets of life with a few people, whom happen to be my bestest friends which i can easily share these things with over the phone or in person. And it's easier and better. But i can't go round telling people to come, read my blog. Right? And there's the danger of tact. I mean, we all know how blogs can kill. Say something wrong, accidentally mention a name, victims of ur blog chancing upon the website, and voila! Instant scandal, with a free bonus 'I know what a 2-faced backstabber you are' package, inclusive of awkward stares from people you don't and never want to know. Yes, you may go, "It's my blog! It's now or never! I ain't gonna live forever! I just wanna live when i'm alive!...Therefore i write what i feel, and nobody can stop me! F*** OFF!", expecting a standing ovation at the end of it. Yeah right! All you'll get, is an "AH-hahaha, sucidal poseur's not having a good day again, what's new?" (suicidal poseur really kills him/herself) "Oops." Oh well, guess i'll stick to leaving my blog as it is, and if i get sued cos of all the true, but tactless stuff i said, then all i can say is please buy me KFC when u visit me in Changi prison. But i doubt any tenguin nor tenglet would visit this page. Even when it was listed on my ICQ user details. However, i must say that i'm okay with tenguin now. Really. Well he's still a tad irritating, but he's totally fine. It's the little one i'm worried for. As spiderman once said, with great failure comes great irritability. I really don't know what's going on with tenglet. Yes, i admit, i've been very evil towards him and laughing behind his back during, say, the ENTIRE double period of econs today. But seriously, i think the lack of attention's really driving him crazy. Making him do really really sick things, like...Well, shouldn't gossip too much. Let's just say he indulged in a little ass-tasy. And i love the way he tries to go on dates man. Ask like 5 million gals out, and waits for a positive response, then acts on it. Practical. Maybe he's got all the probabilities mapped out, all mathematically computerized in his 'Dungeon of Desire'. Mwahahaha. Ok shall stop crapping here. Ok, i realised that since i've started this blog, i've not quoted any cool, un-understandable song lyrics to leave you people with. I shall now proceed to leave you with the chimest lyrics i can think of now, taken from the song Pheobe Bufay(the girl from Friends) sang. Cheers. Sometimes men love women, sometimes men love men, then there are bisexuals, but some just say they're kidding themselves.... La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la la lu. (Repeat from 'la' 5 times) ---Pheobe 10:52 p.m. - 2003-07-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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