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Monday, June 2, 2008


finally i can blog, stupid blogger just won't let me load. anyway, despite my respect and the crumbling impression of dear Sempai, and despite all the help you gave and the items and the mesos, and whatever you did, one acronym is enough to describe what happened last night, or rather this morning.

"WTF"

pardon my language for those who don't hear me swear often, but this is the only phrase i can come up with at this moment.

and frankly, i think, as far as communication is concern, i think i can just drop the major and go do business or something. and as far as a human is concern, i think i can just forget about trying to understand people, especially guys.

with the exception of some of those whom i've met in school, who, fortunately HAVE completed NS and for some reason is classified under Gentlemen, i shall assume that the people whom i've met ever since the start of that 'all hell broke loose', and especially guys, are just wolf in sheep skin, or phantoms with masks.

don't get me wrong, i'm not in any way harmed by these frauds, although perhaps the poor brain cells and the poor minutes and hours i've lost trying to find out what happen, and oblige to their requests, none of which, rest assured, required more than pressing the keys of my keyboard.

and one thing i cannot stand, is when they emo.

you guys, SUCK when you emo, because, for some reason, it is so strange that when girls emo, it's probably those friends around her gets affected and it gets well after a while of talking about it, and everything will be back to normal. and for some other girls, they don't emo at all. BUT for guys, it's a totally different matter. let me emphasize that i'm referring to those i met after 'all hell broke loose' which literately translate into 'Maple Story', and the ABnormal guys that dwell in there. you guys have the tendency, in front of the computer screen to BLOW up out of nothing. sometimes even without fire and wood you guys can still go inferno.

already global warming is bad enough, and you people still want to create more heat.

and sometimes, for some reason, they have the power to alter temperature, and instead of going hot boil lava, they turn the entire place into the deepest darkest cave in Antarctica where the temperature unfortuanely cannot be measured on the Kelvin scale because it's WAY pass the absolute zero marking.

i know we are having hot weather now, but there's no need to turn the place into Antarctica Version 2.

and now, i have begun to realise, ok scratch that. now i FULLY UNDERSTAND what it was written in the COM225 book last semester when they talked about communication styles between Man and Woman. and i think it's freaking true, so i shall take note of it.

so my message to these emo idiots, if you can't understand what we are talking about, freaking hell get out of our sight, in my case, my map.

to this particular sempai, which i think i shall cease to address you as that, if you can't understand what i'm saying, forget it. if you don't believe me, forget it.

but get this straight. i never run away from a confrontation. you suck, if you think i'm a coward that i was trying to run away this morning by saying i have a class. because unlike you, i don't have all the time in the world to speak to emo people who thinks it's people's fault other than their own that they fall hard, and that they don't do anything to help themselves.

and i'm being calculative? as a friend no matter to who as long a i did something wrong i'll apologise, you don't want to accept it, FINE!

lastly, i was trying to be nice after hearing what you told me because i treat you as my FRIEND and SEMPAI, you suck, for all that you keep throwing at me.

if you think you're smart enough to say that people with Grade8 music don't understand how it feels like to not excel just because of a piece of certificate, which you say it's important to you the level of education you receive comapred to others, you are truly the most idiosyncratic, ignorant, insensitive, irritating and incorrigible IDOIT who wallow in self pity but forbids others to do so and refuse to acknowledge your own mistakes and do something about it.

in a nutshell, you suck big time.

.~*^Twilight Ring^*~.:





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