i to the r o n y.

i know, i kinda like hate my template and i think i would rather go with something super bland till someone offers their absolute talent to fix this faggotry blog but until then, this is what you are going to see! and i totally promise i am going to blog like how i used to, i mean with less emo entries or maybe not because i think when i am emo, i write better. if i party, i'd start to write like how fergie tried to spell tasty as t-a-s-t-e-y. i think i am losing in touch with the inner me, i am filtering as much of emotions as because i think i am starting to hate to feel. i try my best to fit in this pseudo tranquility that i've created and to think that i am in control. (this is the part when everyone sings omarion's 'ice-box' ooh i am so cold i am so cold - it is a total disgust) and once seen, that i should be able to dictate how my life should run.

no i am still friendly, loving, funny, caring and snotty but to talk of the affairs of the heart, i am ending the conversation, simply because i think i am a stupid fool like the one in the seven habits where this man who walked down the street with a manhole, and who fell into the manhole everyday when he walked down the street because this stupid man was not pro active and would just walked into the manhole everyday despite knowing the fact that he'd fall into it.

i, am not going to be that stupid man for i will not give in to l.o.v.e that easily without putting my charm, resistance, temptations, desires to a test. i think rachael yamagata could easily put me into that 'flight' mode anytime in the day to remind me that luRveE reAlli hUrTxXx.

i am starting to love life and i think my life should be run this way.
and i miss kimsie.

here i go again lor.