The New Year.

Without an S.

THIS BLOG POST IS ONLY HERE BECAUSE OF YOU LALA :P BE THANKFUL.

Because this is such a monumental occasion, and pretty much the first year of my life that I'm not bound to a school, I guess I'll post.. MY NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS?! Lol, you really owe me Lala.

1. Stay healthy - Who the fuck doesn't want to stay healthy?

2. Be happy - Look at my previous posts

3. Post blog entries just a wee bit more - Because I promised Lala :P
4. Survive. [Weird how the 4th one is the most ironic one][Jon-Holyshat my name is in red, watch out Chinese people]

5. Get my license - Then I can go rayau2 in KL

6. Be a better boyfriend - *sighs* ]= I do love her, very very much.

7. BE OWNAGE PRO 1337 BBQSAUCE - I just can't have a semi decent post. Ever.

8. Be a better cuber. XD

This girl is awesome!

Save Me

And all my dreams are on the ground.

Insanity. What is insanity actually? Can you measure it in a beaker, or with a meter rule? It is a material substance we can avoid by eye? Can we avoid it, by heart? Subjective to our own minds, insanity slowly manifests itself inside of us. No matter what we do, we all slowly turn insane. Each tick of the clock wipes away the last bits of our sanity. Not that we ever were sane. The meaning of sanity, is realizing that there is no such thing as sanity. Sanity is accepting our insanity and accepting ourself for who we are.

I am neither insane nor sane, I am as always, caught in the middle of things, never belonging anywhere truly. I am the only black sheep in a world of grey balls. The stares, the laughs, the noises, all as alien to me as I am to them. I have no home. I have no heart. And I can seek solace in no one. And no one will every seek solace in me.

I am alone. And I am afraid.

Fuck you all

Every single on of you bitches(yes, that includes bastards). Go and burn your organs on a grill then serve it to the fucking dead-beat lying down next to you.

I fucking hate humanity. I fucking hate the illusion called humanity. I fucking hate the illusion that is you.

Liberation

There is no such thing in the sense that life continuously throws shit at us. No matter how you put it-emancipation, freedom, independence, it doesn't exist. We're always hanging onto something else, someone else. Every single one of us is attached to another person, in mind and in spirit. And thats why I need you next to me.