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.Thursday, January 01, 2009 ' 5:39 PM

Heart felts.

Do you know that obese man have small amount of cum shot? HAHA! Class95 tells you all this shits. That is why i love them so much.

Alright, thought i should at lease come out with some new year resolutions or some welcome passages but, i have yet come out with any. I don't even want 2009 to come so why is it here without my consent? It's my problem, it also shows that i am not moving on cos i am still stagnant on the same spot not knowing where to go and what to do. Yes the route is planned out and yes i am gonna take it and go (Russell Peter. HAHA!!) but whether or not this is really gonna be the best solutions after all, will be another piece of mind.

I was never greedy or wish for anything that is obviously beyond my abilities. I don't know if that is good or bad, i find myself somehow thinking that there's actually many things in this world that is beyond. I did some soul-searching and came down with two conclusion.

Firstly, I kept holding to the past when i was a good student scoring every paper and get praises from teachers because i was for obvious reason a miracle and a shining star sparkling within those four cold walls filled with ears out of the head and grinding of teeth aka hell. Also, an enthusiastic member in church with overfilling faith with the power to win over the whole world and ridiculously only able to speak the word "AMEN" (Amen, man. I just feel like saying it suddenly) and proudly to say, a filial daughter to my mother who then finally able to tell everyone how much lesser i am a worry to the family without any guilt. So to say, i am closely a role model.

Secondly, Being an active member in the lazing field, I practise daze, which requires alot of laziness and a rich imagining mind. I love to daze and if you are a master in this section under habits, you will be able to understand what i am about to say. When you concentrate on your dazing, you will find yourself so comfortable even in the most awkward position ever, that you can even stop blinking for up to minutes even you are one that posses the habit of blinking at a constant fast close timing. Sometimes i get so engaged into this practise because i get so comfortable that my body refuses to move even when my pea brain jolly well have full knowledge that i will miss that bus if i don't move my ass in 5 seconds. (That is a long sentence i much say) 6 out of 10, i'll let the bus pass me by and sum it up with a hidden giggle. (I personally finds it extremely funny, maybe it is just my character but for all my life i learned that i find almost everything in this huge rotating ball funny and i do not think i am weird, i am just unique.) One thing you must know, dazing comes in the procedure of stoning (NOT throwing of stone but being stationed like you're a stone), start running your mind engine and let your imagination run wild, there is no right or wrong, you can even be Spiderman! I mean, why not? It's just that you are yet bitten by that spider, it could be anytime. Maybe you were bitten by a spider when you're a baby and you have yet realise your secret power. Sometimes when your mum's being a bitch (Gaya can try this. Not all Gaya but if your name is Gaya and your mum's being a bitch too like my friend Gaya you can try this too. But even if your name is not Gaya but you have a mum that's being bitch also, no harm trying.) , you stretch your arm in a confident force hoping that spiderwebs start forming and covering your mum's mouth after the following motion. But it never happen, maybe you exerted the wrong muscle or you never say those magic words or maybe, you forgot to dig a small hole at your wrist so those webs can shot out like cum shots shooting. Oops. M18 only! Am i getting no where? I hope not but i know i am. Whatever, that's what i do.

So now you understand, i give in to dazing A LOT! I give it full authority to lure me into it anytime anywhere. It might explain when am so lazy, because all i want to do is to daze and daze, repeat daze. (HAHA!)

I don't know what kind of message is this post suppose to convey. Well, convey whatever it conveyed of cos. It's just that i dont know what it is. OMG STOP!!! I can't stop it, i can feel that my brain's working out again. You know, it's running wild. Wild means very big, right? So it kept running in the wild, keep running. Fit. hmm

P.S As i reread this post, i feel like i was so trying to act profound but obvious it only sound like but it's not. This is called, action mama. No, it's action beh-deh. Mama Beh-deh.