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Do you know what's worth fighting for?
Friday, August 20, 2010, 3:12 PM

"All that you can do is destroy us."

Right now, I'm slacking @ home. And everything. Gosh. I'm bored dead.

And, uh, all I can say is, today was BORING. Zzz. I mean, why wouldn't it be boring anyway, right. So, yes. Today is super boring. And all I could think of are masks. You know, the masks that people wear on different occations? That's the kind of mask. Idk why I'm thinking about those, but, yes, it was on my mind.

Weird, but yeah. Idk whether this post is counted as Friday's post or not, but it's three minutes to Saturday. So, I also blank. I mean, I don't know also.

So. People are constantly acting, just act. It's like nothing is real. But seriously, who is real. Nobody. For all you know, maybe even President Obama's acting.

Yes, I'm making up for my crappy posts that are nothing but crap. Zzz.

Well, yeah. Suddenly I thought of DysonFrost from Flashforward. He said "It makes sense in my mind." Idk why, it's like, yeah. Damn true. Because, we can't read each other's minds. And, people cannot understand your actions. Only we can understand our own. How fair right. The thing is, some people just don't understand that everything comes and goes around. And if the world actually allows you to read others' minds, then when people read yours, you feel pissed.

That's probably the reason why I had never said that I wanted to read anyone's mind. Maybe in the past. But definitely not now. I don't want people reading into mine. It makes me feel, raw. Maybe that's the word.

Crap. I just realised I've changed the topic. Ohwell. Blog makes me do that, change subjects. LOL. My mind runs too quickly, I ain't fast enough to pen them all down. Hahaha.


You know how people always say that I'm just like my dad? Like, idk? Temper, posture, and everything. But honestly. We're two different people. Very different. Completely from different worlds. Maybe not completely. But, I like to think of these things, like, how people are and everything. But dad? He thinks about things that are, good to him. Or, whatever you wanna say. Sure, we're smart. But we're smart in our own ways.

Okay, that sounds.. Idk. Weird. But, I'm not sucking up on myself. I'm stupid in other ways. Yes, I'm. Nobody's born perfect. Bangbang said 'bout it. Zzz. Lol. This morning. He's insane. Suddenly give us these crappy talks. It's not like idk la. Zzz. Didn't bother 'bout him, I was reading the entire morning. Entire hist. Heh.


So. I'm thinking of anything under the sun. LOL. I can't think of anything to blog about. Zzz. Cool, I just remembered. V. long never talk to cks liao. Lol. don't bother la. Zzz. But I keep remembering that he wanna go library to return the books also. Hahahah. See how la.

My posts are happier these days. Cool.

Ps. "I push my feelings to the side but you bring them back."


brave heart.



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