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i’ve only finished 160 pages of my murakami book. tomorrow’s going to be a loooooooooong day in school. i miss my caspar IE very very much. 
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Filed under: complaints
all i need now is (sufficient)sleep.
p.s. don’t we all hate the PRCs who make all the redundant comments in class just for participation marks? fucking annoying.
p.p.s. i really miss C.I.A.
Have you ever thought about all the metals in your ipods, laptops, whatever parts in your whitegoods? Where they come from, where they’re mined, how much they cost….
How about Congo? It’s some African country smack in the middle of nowhere and you’ll never think about it or ever go there for a holiday, neither do you give a shit about the kids and women being (gang)raped by crazy brainwashed child soldiers and forced to contribute slave labor to mine(rob) the country of its precious minerals that ginormous corporations buy because of the low cost and ignore the “conflict mineral” tracing bullshit because they all want to minimize the costs and maximise their profits.
“Battle for Congo’s mineral assets”
“Coltan, the ‘blood mineral’ of Congo”
“Congo Mineral Riches One Step Closer to Being Unlocked”
“Congo Conflict Minerals – Frequently Asked Questions”
So okay kids, I hope you clicked on those links. And even if Congo is facing some serious bs now, I hope you don’t buy gold from South Africa. Don’t buy conflict minerals yo! Stop this capitalism shit!
It annoys me to no end how I am only one person and we can’t do shit unless this issue gains awareness from all of us, so have a heart and stop letting that poor child get raped and forced into slavery. Have a heart, you piece of heartless shit.
Filed under: carefree
uncle billy’s, king’s park, burswood, (nude)north swanbourne beach, hillary’s, poker nights, movie nights….
in about two weeks, i’m going pescetarian(again).
life’s been calmer than i ever had in a year. and boy, do i feel good(and chubby). time to get that ass moving yo!
Filed under: muse
after a long career on the internet, ask yourself what you have achieved. have you left a string of aliases and wasted bandwidth with your multiple email accounts and caused others trouble with your multiple msn accounts or have you been a good netizen and went mainstream with one email account, one alias, one youtube account, one facebook account, one friendster account, and you have no idea what the hell is LULLAR. is the internet a tool for you or is the internet as inanimate as the cup you drink from. do you surf grotesque pictures from ogrish and rotten.com or do you gawk and stream pornographic copulation from various websites and jack off, then delete the history as you feel ashamed after you spill your seed. or are you like me, psycho online stalker who views pictures of long-lost people over and over. are you one of the desperate male people who trawl the net for dating websites and sex or do you shun these ugly websites and trawl pubs instead for lonely girls. are you just in need of entertainment and a shameless pirate. perhaps you could be lonely, and you trawl forums and social networking sites for people(geeks) like you. how about the gamers you ask. pathetic wannabes who think a few arrow keys and a mouse makes them a soldier on a mission. what happened to good ol’ let’s-shoot-him-with-my-watergun. everybody wants something from the internet. i want to be my true self on the net, no masks, no keeping up appearances, no lies, no acting dumb, just me(and my keyboard).
ask yourself the underlying question, what do you want from the internet?
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when is enough how do we know how do we measure i said when is enough goddamnit fullstop ive skirted too many lines and crossed too many but i still cant tell you when is enough fullstop just like some days i feel beautiful and some days i feel revolting some days i feel like i know some days i feel like i know naught fullstop my philosophy in life used to be to try every damned thing that came my way no matter the consequences but when my hands are burnt beyond repair do i still try till i combust this entire shell or do i stop fullstop what do i do when irrationality burns me down and nobody will hold my burning hands and tame this raging fire fullstop even when my hair singes and an acrid smoke clouds the air i cant stop no i just cant stop i cant i cant i cant i cant fullstop will i not stop until i am charred beyond recognition fullstop underneath this shell is a heart blazing with ellipses ellipses ellipses unmetaphorically speaking my heart cant blaze but have you ever had those instances where you just felt it pardon me ellipses flagrate question mark love me my heart and stop fullstop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop smothering me i am suffocating i cant breathe i cant breathe no i cant stop i cant stop stop me stop me stop me fullstop
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Filed under: annoyed
life’s naughty to play such games with me. i’m just a girl.
Filed under: love
seems like ages since you found me. four years. time flies. remember when we were together and we dreamed of building our crime empire and a fortress together and having kids from palestine and israel and vietnam and cambodia……………
happy 26th birthday, you’ll always be 18 in my heart.
emily fiona heng feng pei, i hope you’ll always be happy. i’ll always love you. and those pink lips.
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at last the house looks like a house, a home-cooked meal looks and tastes like a home-cooked meal, and a bedroom really looks like a bedroom.
clean red bedsheets, clothes strewn all over, makeup on the mantelshelf; anyone?
such a big bed, empty without you.
goodnight.
Filed under: carefree
i still stand by my dream when i was eighteen and foolish. all i really want from life is a beautiful daughter and a library to call my own. the days may age me, but deep down inside, digging past my black curtains of filth, deceit, and shame, is a little girl who cares about nothing but the ending of roald dahl’s Matilda.
