Never Ready

I think blogs shouldn't be drafted, but i find when i Don't draft...
My sentences get choppy and i just don't sound cool enough and when re-read i think i could've used a better English word...a nicer sounding replacement.

I'm making this rule where blogs should be as spontaneous as the writer, so it reflects on who u really are at that point in time while you're bitching about something. Or whining. Or relaying a far-fetched opinion.
If there really was a dino named Thesaurus, could it easily have been the smartest?

I had this rule too, where sum1 i fell in love with had to speak Good english perhaps, good enough to combat me while in an ego battle about who's right, who's wrong...but seriously who cares?
People are Dying in the world, there are bigger things in the world.
*WHAT?* Yes I'm giving excuses, yes i broke my own rules. And a few sentences before this Were augmented to fit nicely into this poor excuse of a blog.
Oh how tired i am of conforming.
Oh how exhausting it is to be moulded.

And here i find myself breaking my own rules. 8)
Mildly exhilarating to say the least.
I think it sucks i fell short of my own expectations...but not that of sum1 else's. And isn't that what love is?

Oh, i'm months away from Thanksgiving but there's always things and occasions to be thankful for
wouldn't you think so?

1) Thank You Ahmad Ismail, for speaking on behalf of BN/UMNO/MALAYSIA that we Chinese are immigrants. We have felt this way for you have treated us this way all this while. IF we left Your country, do you think you could flourish without all our damn taxes? Did you ever think that Sabah is overflowing from underage (not immigrant?) pilaks working for Chinese coffee shops? The ppl you recruited to vote for you but don't touch becasue they've all converted into what's safe to be 'kept' in MALAYsia? 8)
Thank You. very Much. Much proud to be Malaysian.
and to all the Chinese who had that flag flying from your PROTON(if you have one, Good for u 2!). I bet you guys feel smart now. And bloody patriotic. Sejahtera Malaysia!!

2) Thank You Air. I love breathing you. But for once you should decide for yourself who you want to let to breathe You. Who you deem worthy. Sometimes i feel sorry for you, some scum of the earth, some criminal, some corrupt, some greedy SOB is using you, to run away...to get thru each wretched day of his/her own existence. Air, you should learn how to punish those..who abuse you, who dirty you, who take you for granted. But Thank you Air, for you are like God, all forgiving all non-sin seeing/sin-forgiving. You don't judge and you don't condemn(like I do).

3) Thank You God, for not making me Air or like You. i wouldn't be able to handle so much power. And i'm a grudge-holder. "No Air, for you 2day you naughty boy! Stamping on your mother's posies!"

4) Thank You ppl reading this..for understanding my point of view and Thank you for noticing the association of number 2) with number 1) on my very short list of Thank Yous.

Thank You

so this is probably quite risky in itself coz Nobody blogs when they're high. I guess or suppose tht i am the least of all ppl to be scared of being judged in this hellhole anyway so here goes.
My spelling and grammar Will be intact s it is after all part o m y essence.

So we had this oncology teacher today which evryone was raving about how hot he made the skillet. My expectations were blown to bits.
So my logic is such that we travel such a goddamn distance and we don't want a haggard looking SOB gettin in our way. Evryone should look Good. We would Learn more.
and Evryone shd have a basic sense of dress sense. These things should come naturally.
The world Is superficial. The better-looking bastards get All your jobs, the beautiful ones who hardly eat become models...make tons of money. The world is Superficial. We deal with it in our own ways. Oh i'll get far. I mean I'm no genius, but i'll get far. Do you need beauty? hell no. mr. gates would prove to be an exceptional exception. I suppose he has his own demons as well.
"WHy do people compare me to ALbert? I'm sure I'm hotter. Those glasses don't do jack for me tho."

He wasn't that bad for an oncologist. They're the morbid lot of all specializations. I'm sure you knew that. The resemblance is Golem-likish! His eyes look like they're gonna pop and end up sumwhr in the soup you're about to enjoy. MUSHroom-chicken.
Its just too easy to freak me out nowadays
I'm sure my friends are having a Ball.

Hail Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.
Jingle bells batman smells robin flew away. Can sum1 pls complete this? Its killing me. Going round and round in my head and all.

A-Z

Distant flickering, it's greener scenery
This weather's bringing it all back again.
Great adventures, faces and condensation,
I'm going outside and take it all in.
You say too late to start, got your heart in a headlock,
I don't believe any of it.
You say too late to start, with your heart in a headlock,
You know you're better than this.
We're a different pair, just something out of step.
Throw a stranger an unexpected smile...with big intention.
Still posted at your station.
Always on about the day it should have flown.

Here's the day you hoped would never come
Don't feed me violence just run with me
Through rows of speeding cars
The paper cuts the cheating lovers
The coffees never strong enough
I know you think it's more than just bad luck
There there baby it's just textbook stuff
It's in the ABC of growing up
Now now darling don't loose your head
Cause none of us where angels and you know I love you
Sleeping pills no sleeping dogs lie never far enough away
Glistening in the cold sweat of guilt
I've watched you slowly winding down for years
You can't keep on like this, now's a better time as any…

Inspired by moths, Imogen Heap, speeding cars, Meg.

8)

due to recent insurmountable drawbacks ad stuff:
have failed to honor most with my wisdom. Didn't u just miss the Hell out of me?

due to a recent chat interesting albeit quite short:
have decided to blog again, perhaps about the chat, perhaps about me and the rest of the world and the things in it.

So right now, I don't know how many people have my blog. It was sposed to stay rather personal and private. My deepest darkest fears can be used against me u see. My enemies are close.
Anyway, whatever really. I miss you the one who's working, this "work" thing it changes you, moulds you, and you want so badly to feel like you haven't lost much "I'm still me!"
"You wish!"
Just a little more bitter and a little more cynical.
See 8(
I'd become more competitive. Sharper, more crystal less turbid.
Snappy, yes i'd be snappy. And Very Rude.
Forecasting is't such a bad thing, its best to set pedestrian standards so you don't get too disappointed with yourself later on. So the woes of your tormentor finally become your woes of which you'd pass on to someone else, it's a legacy isn't it? A nice delicious vicious cycle.
How perfection perpetrates one's woeful life. Woe begets woe. Sort of like an expectation.

So this guy So-crates was an interesting man. But I don't know many English words. And one of his was antiquity(wha?). One of his methods used for teaching was dialectics, the method of seeking knowledge by question and answer. Which seems simple enough. I really can't figure why people answer questions with questions?
(How are you, feelin alright there?)
(What do You think? * sneer*)
sheesh.
Who do you think you are?
How dare you? Who do the bloody Hell do u think u are?
2 questions to 1 question which should've been an answer.
Haven't we learnt anything at all?
How are you?
Good, fine thanks. Fantastic.
Who do you think you are?
Micheal Jackson. *ow*
( Micheal Jackson by definition in Michelle's dictionary is a funny fucked up name, he's lucky he had the King of Pop title to redeem himself on some sort of level. Then again ....King of POP, i really can't start on this.)

Well we should be getting somewhere soon. For every question that gets answered with a question, there's someone giving 2 answers to 1 question. So there IS balance in this funny fucked up world.
I also learnt another interesting word=reprieve. I really like the sound of words i don't understand. Like 'laxative' sounded really cool, 11 years ago. I remember calling someone that, and I didn't get into much trouble..which was really cool as well.

For people who have chatted with me these past few lovely weeks, you have impressed me with yourselves. I have too much to learn from you, and I'm afraid you won't have time to learn about me. Thats why blogs come in handy.
Shari Cooper being one of my nicks, well Shari only anway, is this character in one of C. Pike's novels I think it was Remember Me. She was a normal teenage girl thrown off her balcony by her brother's psycho beau, Amanda. She comes back as a restless spirit (able to walk thru walls and all the cools tuff ghosts do) and finally to save her brother's life by crawling into her brother's vein and popping the bubble the psycho beau tries injecting into his vein. That girl, Amanda was a right bitch. It's weird how I've forgotten how she died...I usually pay attention to these things. I think Shari made her shoot herself. I hope. Anyway I just liked her name, it wasn't so much the battle btw evil and good. Shari.

Important classes this week, and it fulfills me to know I'll be learning something soon after being brain dead for 2 weeks. 2 frickin weeks.

Definitely not a TB fan, although those ring-shaped shadows and cheesy necrosis words have a certain catch to it.
altogether now...'cheeeeeeeeeeesy'


Mmmmmm.

a good joke

Reporter 1:
In other news, after several growing days of frightening uncertainty, I finally get my period.

Reporter 2:
Well 'm sure you and your brother must be devastated over the loss of the 2-headed offspring that might have been.

F.O.S.

Violent, Materialistic, Coke-addicted
and other friends.
so strong points get stronger.

Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite.

Only first lady to carry a loaded revolver: Eleanor Roosevelt.

There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar.

Coca-cola was originally green.

Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.

There are only four words in the English language which end in “dous”: tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.

sunrise, sunset.. is this the little girl i carried?