This used to be where I express myself. Twitter has taken over this spot apparently.

I do miss writing over here at times, but the urge to write isn't there anymore.

Also, just as I care only for a handful of people's thoughts, I'm sure very few of you care for what I have to say. Again those are written on my twitter instead.

This is basically the last post I'll ever write over here. Yes this is pretty redundant. I guess this post goes out to those spam bots who does inhabit my chatbox instead.

Victims

"I once had a friend who's just like you. Treats relationship the exact same way you are. Getting into one just for that momentary pleasure. And never going in for the long run and with sex as the pinnacle to every relationship he got himself into."

"And what happen to him now?"

"He's married."

When it comes to love and romance, both my grandfather and father has been really chivalrous.
I dont see myself breaking that trend.


I think I might just start writing again.

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Only you can make me feel this way.

*insert witty post title here*

So all of a sudden I have this urge to write something... anything. But as per usual, any urge I have on writing is instantly gone the instance I actually tried writing. But hey here goes:

Morning Shits.

I'm not sure what it is, but lately, every morning I wake up feeling like I just swam through a river of shit or if you prefer me putting it bluntly, feeling shitty. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed? Please I've been waking up to only one side of the bed for the past 6 years. But then again, I was never a morning person in the first place, but lately its just getting unbearable.

I Wish God Has Twitter.

I've been asking myself some really stupid questions lately. Well its not stupid, its just something nobody can give me an answer to. Except God maybe. But this is a question I have to ask God personally over a cup of coffee, and thats not gonna happen anytime soon. Though I suspect that would make an interesting book title; "Coffee With God".

Personality Resumé.

I was never exactly the "go-to-guy". In fact, I was more of a "where-did-he-come-from-guy". But I'm fine with that. I never enjoyed being the center of attention. Heck, most of the time I just avoid it. I'm not anti-social either, I'm just bad at the social game, thats all. Also I have self-esteem issues. But thats a story for another day I guess.

Hitler is a Pretty Nice Guy.

Its easy to tell if someone dislikes you. You can tell by the tone of their voice, their body language when you're around them, how they talk to you, etc (ProTip: If somebody tells you to that they wish you'd just die, chances are, they hate you). I'm fine with people not liking me. I'm aware of my flaws. I won't kill myself over it. Its a mind over matter thing: I don't mind because most of the time, they don't matter shit.

But I won't lie, it hurts when you realized that the people whom you actually care for, never felt the same.

Achtung Baby.

I have 181 contacts on my MSN. 28 of them are currently online. On average I only talked to... 1 person. But I'm cool with that. Because I'll never get bored talking to her and hopefully, vice versa.

She's that awesome.

Cheers to you darling.

I miss the days where I just come up here and write whatever nonsense that's going through my head.

But that's just me.

For what its worth,

I think I'm crazy for you.

Sundown to Sundown ``~

I seem to enjoy sitting down by the foyer of college and just stare at the rain. There seems to be some sort of therapeutic effect in just staring blankly at the rain. I don't know whether its the smell, the sight or the sound, but something about the rain calms me down. Its as though I can just sit there for hours and hours without a care in the world and oblivious to the surrounding. Well, except maybe...

"Dude, check out her boobs!"

I laugh. College students at their finest.

"If you want to get laid, go to college. If you want an education, go to the library" - Frank Zappa


~In flimsy nightgowns, barefoot she dances in the rain,
Sundown to sundown, like she was washing way her pain~

~As she is beatiful, she's unpredictable,
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her?~

~She is my common sense, revels on decadence,
But what's the difference? It's an impossible debate~