EDO..
It's the name of a city..
It's the name of a sushi eatery..
It's the name of a period in Japanese history(1603-1867)(Battousai's period =p)
It's the name of a Japanese company
and lastly...
It's my fricking grades..
EDO...
DOE...
ODE...(ode to what?..Joy?...fuck..what joy is that.?..)
Wtf....
I have such a neck for underachieving..
Always scrapping by..
like some undying zombie...
Ughuuuuuh..
yea..
Sigh...
well..
then can I now...transcend this existence?..
and break free of this endless cycle..?..
well...it's not whether I can or not..
its that I need to...
crap..
I want to take 4 degrees..
Law
psychology
Thearitrical studies
Philosophy
now how am I supposed to do that..
if I get B4 for GP...
bloody hell..
it's time I took out the big guns..
enough of day dreaming...
there are things to be settled..
Crap...I need triple As..and an A for GP...
Somehow...
must rise up from the ashes..
Like the Phoenix..
Wah..
I am seriously capable of fricking better..
like most of my life...
maybe somewhat...
I still...hesitate way too much..
and I'm way too lazy....
stupid low self-esteem..
Anyway.
the shooting people are all starting to convert to percussion freaks..=not a good thing..
ahhhhhh.....
and the only thing I show potential of owning with is Guilty Gear...
and it's not even with Zato..
it's with Faust..
FAUST
the freakishly tall mentally overloaded doctor..
with a scalpel longer than some characters...
and a paperbag covering his face..
but he is pretty cool..though...
What about Dota???
SCREW DOTA!!!
it's a fricking waste of time..
stupid fricking waste of my fricking time..
when you fricking play like siao..
and it doesn't matter whether you're in some
most kuai lan and richest and powerfulest clan or something..
backside still kena fuck
because they not happy they go in one orgy..
then they mass fuck you
like some Japan schgirl
tie you to bed and then make you suck cock
then they use their finger
finger you to death
Fuck your mothecheebye lah!!
(alright...sorry.....very very vulgar and crude...but that's because this section is made
to acknowledge Rockson.blogspot.com for it's outstanding achievement in refining absolutely crude humour)
Wah....
Kena trashing..
from Dota..
from exams..
from life in general..
from everything..
sigh..
damn sad...la...
my Nerubian....why why why..
I had another fit of insanity again..
keep bursting into this periods of partial insanity..
last time this happened....
I was in Cold Storage with Weili..
I saw a bag of salted pretzels..
and something just cracked inside me...
so I picked it up..
in estactic joy..
shook the bag to the rhythm of
Ode to Joy..
woooo..
then..
today..
I started talking to my hand..
wah..
I'm losing it..
somehow..
I'm just about there..
the point where I've ran...
and can't run anymore..
heh..
it's time to face up to things..
face forward..
for real..
I can't be running away all the time..
otherwise..I'll just keep losing it...
I'll just keep...escaping..
running away from myself...
somehow...I really really wish..
there..was this clear way to get to you..
sigh...
Once again..
I've been thinking too much...
moderation has always been something I lacked...
anyway..
Played percussion freaks with Weili again...
Finally managed to pass a standard stage..got B for it too...
and then Pwned with Faust again..in guilty gear..
then got pwned while using Zappa..
that guy's sick la..
some possessed freak...
according to the game's storyline..
it's supposed to be related to Sadako..
hence the spirit which possessed the guy..
S-ko..heh...
that guy's just putrid la...
everytime you win...he snaps his back...and whatever part he can..
its not like those snaps in class...
its alot worse..
and it was grossing me out...
then..
there's my iPod shuffle..
which..
by some glorious miracle.....is spoilt...
how on Earth can an iPod shuffle spoil...
I mean..it's designed in such a way that...despite..hits.it won't spoil...
even reviews acknowledge this fact..
but then again..
I still have warranty...
now to get a new one..
c=..
Well..I guess...
once again...
I'll have to take things as they come...
one at a time...
Face forward...
Like what I've said many times....
Face forward..
maybe..
one day I'll write a book.
Machiavellian,
Moral,
Man
The conflict between differing perspectives..
to paint the world in the darkest light ever..
and yet clinging on so desperately to hope..
ironic...the very hopelessness demands hope to survive..
I'm not exactly pleased at myself..
I mean..I try...so hard..
to be nearer to what I believe to be moral...
ahhh..
but sometimes..
I just lapse...
fall so easily..
its almost to a subconcious level..
yet I know somehow..
conciously..I am still to be blamed for it..
Discipline..
I have yet..to master it...
Ahhhhhhh...
Release yourself