y'noe those silly bouts of sentimentality we're all subject to sometimes?
found myself looking thru stuff from my past relationships (god that sounds ridiculous doesnt it :D) and i FUCKING GOT CAUGHT UP IN IT AND DIDNT FUCKEN ('e' not 'i_g' to add some variety :D) STUDY THE WHOLE DAY.


oooooooh well. what can be done now?


(did anyone watch The Time Machine when it came out? MAJOR let down. plus they're obviously trying to make that Mumba girl some ultra-chick - which she aint)


God i swear i almost burst out laughing. the sheer audacity of demanding something so blatantly when you yourself are guilty of not doing exactly the same thing - and to the same person!




something borrowed, something blue
something hollowed, something new
another fake, another lie
and now i lay me down to die
what purpose left? what drive?
what more to keep my soul alive?
methinks purpose isnt real
some people THINK that there's a deal
which gives your life some new direction.
its just a new attempted perfection
you wind up feeling the same
lost and cold, left with a name
which no one ever wants to hear.
left alone with all your fear,
you die.






Bleeding hell and feeling swell
i'm never been saved by the bell
i've always been that loser kid
at an auction mine's the losing bid
my life is made of big mistakes
and for that i get no birthday cakes
no one wants be made remember
that i was born, once, in September.
they'd rather i slunk off in a corner
they took my sister and they warned her
not to ever talk to me
to pretend that i'm not family.
shunned by the world, i wander lonely
no scientist would ever clone me
not even for my human (!!) heart
for it would pro'lly never start
for i never ever have success
i'd be more manly in a dress
i'd be more smart cold in a coma
i'll run faster when i'm older
i'll never get 50%
try for 40 and i'm spent
i'd only ever find a spouse
in a "for blind people" house.
i never will do well, you see
being a loser, my life's misery.


and yet i have successfully
kept you reading this long. whoopee





indule me, people =)




its funny the memories that " =) " sparks, it really is.

here's an interesting thing. taking the above as an example, looking back in, say, ten years (an intentionally small amount of time) will it still spark any memory at all?
if yes - the brain's a pretty damn amazing thing isn't it.
if no - what happens up in our grey matter then? because at some point something in our skull tells our brain to wipe the connection between "=)" and certain memories. intriguing, no?




mummy's little prefect
was the bastard of the class
an arrogant little twat, he caused
all to kick his arse

there wasnt one who didnt hate
his smarmy little look.
soon he started hiding
behind the covers of a book.

but it wasnt long before his ploy
was soon, soon, known by all
they crept up and slammed the book shut.
now his nose is very small.







the perceptive amongst you will realize i've begun playing with font sizes today.




that's my time.