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Friday, August 18, 2006
a blog definition: online diary whadda heck... it SO isnt an online diary, its just a FAKE online diary. just like life. in life, we just stage a play. life is a production. we never show our real, true feelings. its like, once you bare your heart, you can never get it back. it will be cleverly hidden. under someone's butt. squashed and numbed. thats why i dont see the need to post so often anymore. because i realised i could never be totally honest with you. because even though i want you to share my thoughts. there always will be that two-horned devil lurking there reading this. so it got less and less bare-all and maybe know i paint a rosy picture, when actually it is a dark and stormy night. go listen to "Boulevard of Borken Dreams" . its a nice song, dont ask me why im saying this. maybe im just listening to it now. this is so OOP but yet, what IS in point anyway? a blog is where somebody who has nothing better to do moves their fingers typing some meaningless words they dont fully mean. just like this is so stupid because even i dont understand what i'm saying. jus ignore this post, you dont have to take it for real, at least the rubbish before this anyway, because its just so meaningless. i created a meaningless post about how meaningless blogs are. isnt that so meaningless? [oh roll your eyes, this is really meaningless][argh!][go away mr. meaningless dont cling to me like that, unless you wanna be mr. men book #101, mr meaningless, then you can have mr greedy's body, mr tickle's hands and mr bump's head. looking good, fella] dont like, stop your blog visits here just beacuse of what said. fine, i WILL use this as an online diary, a subtle one, so nosey people will get satisfied, like the prey and the predator. this is in code and i hope the "devil" doesnt read. if people and life was a race, i would be the horse who started in front, didnt dare to run the race for fear of tripping over and embarassing myself and then when i finally started to run, was overtaken by a dark horse who raced forward and left dust in my face. he slowed down and i caught up but just as i was rejoicing, he sped up again. i would be left forgotten in its dust and all my supporters would root for my arch nemesis, the dark horse who won. the whole world were "N" i would be "E". i just wanna be "S". i want it the most. i need it the most. but the one who couldnt be bothered got it. and i lost it all. someday, this sleeping giant... will reach for the stars 11:20 PM
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//NOTICEd// < CHENGLING-er, really? i thought its nothing much? (: miichelle- erm. i dont really get it? o.O YUNJin[:- yea! it rocked! wish we could do that again :D anonymous- hey, i dont mind... (: but leave yr name... i cant play if i dunno who you are...4 years ago? thats like p4... i havent started yet, unless you mean p6? I WANNA KNOW WHO YOU ARE! (: E.- not exactly a record anyway... thanks Frederick- okay, at least theres one person here... LOLS (: Midnight- haha, not a year, about like half... i thought it was priv? nvm (: anonymous- look, can you just put your name? Midnight- er, whats publicised? i know im slow... angie- of course! haha, sure (: cassie- i did? (: //STEPHanie//
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