A Journal To The Sick Fantasies. The Death of Me.

There's times when you get conflicting ideas, opinions and thoughts. Here's the time.


Instead of one. There's 6. 


Its late now, yet I have to vent out the excess steam from my slowly-expanding skull which may explode and shower my desk and room with a ridiculous amount of brain pulp, blood, and the liquid my brain is suspended in.


Hah! I wish that would just happen. Being off dead is easier than having to deal with the rubbish you have to put up with. 


But nooooo! The other part of my thoughts swivel into self-defence mode. 


Death is just an escape from reality, or so it may seem. 


If I'm given the chance to die,

Orientation for the Disorientated

It's been a rather disorientating week. Feeling woozy and dumb all day long. And the restless and recklessness.


Ohhh the RECKLESSNESS!

Fat Factor

FAT = UGLY

Don't try to argue with me about it because you know it's true!

Many people try their very best to conceal their fat-ness, be it in their tummy region, or some other parts I'd rather not speak of..... 

However, thousands, maybe millions more try to deny it.

Frankly speaking, if you're hoarding up that excess adipose tissue under our skin without a purpose, you're fat!

Don't deny it. You know you are.

Because, 

Relentless Restlessness....

Today's one of those 'I don't give a melon!' type of day.

I kick, well err probably a jumpstart would have been more appropriate. Hehe
You see, I was late for school and I missed 2 hours of an important subject. Errrks! =/

I then skipped lunch (well today was a jam-filled day. There was literally lunch!) =O
It was class after class after class =S


I was really restless by the end of the day partly because I was irritated that I missed out so much of that lecture, and that I was annoyed with the long day. 


Hey! Anyone would get crabby if they hadn't eaten all day! =p

To soothe my restless and itchy self, I actually wanted to steal something. Yup. STEAL!
My target was a roll of hand towels. I have no idea why, but that was the first thing that came to my mind when I wanted to steal something. 

I ended up 'stealing' 3 pieces = =

I know, I'm weird; but thats just the way I like it =)

Then came dinner. An evil concoction.

Feminine Gentleman

Feminine behaviour in men are often associated with gay culture. Why?

Is there a set of rules and regulations as guidelines for how a man should behave and what makes a man, an man?

My Sexuality

Is My Sexual Identity

Our current society tend to bully and look down upon same sex lovers, and feminine men. 

WHY?

Creativity Milkshake

I was bored and I had lots of time to waste, so I thought I'd spare some brain-cell murdering effort into creating something fun =]

Erratic Behaviour

Feel Me

Visualising Feelings

(Please Click To Enlarge To Grasp My Ropes of Feelings)


1. Child's Play

A Song For You

Messages are just a chain of words, strung around like the beads on a necklace. 

When given to the right person, it is appreciated; if not, it would be just like all the rejects.

Unwanted, and unheard of.

But a song,

A Detailed Description of Who I Am

I can't tell you much about me. I apologize for that.

However, I can described myself to you. 

How's that? =)

Imagine my head is like vinaigrette. 

The balsamic vinegar are my thoughts.

The chopped up herbs are my memories. 

The extra virgin olive oil is the essence of who I am.

Does it explain who I am, and what I have been?

To you it may. Sometimes it may not. What could that possibly mean?

I sincerely don't know. That is for you to figure out =P

Erratic Behaviour

Pressure Cooker

The Dawn of Further Studies

Time passes and people age,

Eons rage past and yet the world still stands,

We are like birds released from our little cages,

Flying confused throughout the free lands.

When Clouds Descend Upon the Earth

Lost In The Clouds

(sorry about the tight spacing)

Every single being in life has started from humble beginnings. May he be a multi-million real estate tycoon, or just a small retail store owner; matters it not. Both they have come from the same process and methods which are more or less similar, with only slight variations. The only difference between them, are the chances they had in life.

A Maiden's Kiss

A Kiss From A.....

It was getting dark,

Dusk was approaching.

Burn those tree barks,

To get the fire going.

Lying low and shadowy,

The moon creeps in place.

Looking ever so blurry,

As we peer through the firewood ablaze.

A shriek,

We heard.

A shiver,

Ran down our spine.