6th aug is so far away. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. there better not be a flight delay. sigh

fucking fucking fucking fucking pissed with the new netbook. it’s getting on my nerves. aren’t machines made to be smart, quick and provide ease of usage? what the fuck is wrong with this netbook then? or am i setting my expectations too high? oh fuck.

fucked up connection.

credit lestouis

this twitter shit doesn’t work. fix it, someone. anyone.

“love shouldn’t hurt”

i forgot where i got this phrase from, but yea, love shouldn’t hurt.

morale – low

self satisfaction – low

the only reason why i hate hypocrites is because they are so much better at pretending.

touch-me-not

nothing scares the shit out of me except being greeted by 3 cockroaches in the washroom. cockroaches like those that would walk pass and steal your wallet.

where’s milo?

i can still feel the answer stuck at the back of the throat.

i feel anger.

i feel hatred.

i feel violence.

everytime i hear that shit, i feel like throwing a punch and walk away.

but i can’t cause i’m not 2, i’m 20.

how do you just forget?

poser alert!

omg, poser alert! i chanced upon this blog. the author copied my entire chunk of thoughts without giving me any credits. (hello?! it’s my thoughts! mine!) don’t pretend you thought what i thought.

seriously, i hate posers, people who aren’t themselves 99% of the time cause they are acting. isn’t it hard to live that way? trying too hard being someone you are not and can never be.

i mean, if someone praised you for something (which you perfectly imitated), you can’t even feel happy because you know that’s not what the real you are capable of. oh my. totally insane. and retarded. posers are fags.

you are a poser if you:
1. take my things (anything)
2. try speaking like someone else
3. act far more intelligent than you are
4. dress up like someone else

rah.

what satisfaction is there anyway?