Monday, April 24, 2006, 10:40 PM
Oh yeah. I was about to type this. HUMANS ARE A BUNCH OF SELFISH SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF BITCHES AND BASTARDS. Get the point? I went to far for that. Sentences like this can be assumed as inappropriate vulgarities written without a thought. Today was quite a rough day as Lester and I (excluding Jon) wore in-casual attires to Bugis Junction. My prediction was quite tentatively correct. Any assumptions can be led into reality. This is reality. The world is round. That's obviously a reality. Cockiness and confidence are way two different things. That's what I learnt from Power Rangers. I do wonder why my mindset trigger simultaneously at times. It was kind of off I guess. The excitment hyping up died down out of the blue. Nah just have to be myself I guess. I wonder what caused the table above the keyboard to be so dusty and sickening. I do realise that I tend to trigger in between topics, apparently for no reason. How I wish you were here. Whenever the gaffer listens to this song, he thought of something that can be considered as a "conspiracy" and that's personal. Why are girls so obesessed with smiling upon taking a picture. Perhaps candid shot are meant to reveal their indefinite true colors. Sometimes I just don't know what the hell am I typing. Maybe it's just randomizing shiat issues to cover on. Conclusion matters, as nothing else fatters.