Simple Pleasures

Hell...NO! I am not going to expound on some weird theories that some of my wonderful classmates likes to do. Some nonsense about living optimistically and you will enjoy yourself. Or some equally inane theories. Basically, who the HELL does not know that. Its only whether you manage to LIVE it out. Talk and talk, spew and spew saliva everywhere does not help you know...Neither does writing for the sake of writing..Sheesh.
Haiz... I was refering to the pleasure of going home in the afternoon when the sun is shining down on my face instead of the horrible pitch darkness when the moon shines down on my face WHICH I have to go through almost everynight. Struggling and trying to grope my way to the bloody bustop and then squeeze into the retarded 961 which does not appear when I want to go home. I think there is a sneaky conspiracy...The stupid bus only appears damn fast when I want to go elsewhere except home.

Rambles

Ok...I started a blog and then I realised that it was a retarded thing to do. Why the hell write when the whole world is going to know what u think unless of course u can write like a particular rabbit I noe. Otherwise, people will probably die of boredom if u write like a particular horse that I noe oso. Sounds like a veritable zoo issenit? Now...tat sounds like a particular walrus...nevermind. Since I started a blog, lets make it useful and informative so that it can be educational for the future generation, shall we? What lofty ambitions I haf...I am going to fill this page with as much....*drumrolls*.......BITCHING as possible. I figured...bitching or complaining when no one is reading does not count for bad karma..if someone does read, its their choice and therein lies their bad karma...right? Of course, I am also obliged to add in as much mooning and wishing and sighing over my dream guy rite...given the fact that I cannot do it openly...poor me..wahaha