Alright.
I'm bored, sweaty and my breath smells of garlic prata.
I'm blogging until i'm sick of this shit and my life becomes interesting again.

Fishes are very fishy,
and sheep...taste very sheepish.

Fishysheep.
Sheepishfish.

Garlic chicken in garlic steak.
chicken in cow.
garlic steak in garlic chicken?

fuck these mysteries of the world.

FINALLY.

battle won.
I reached home alive, and even though today's kill wasn't so good, I'm starting to get accustomed to my armour.

Did i spell that correctly?
accustomed.
acusstomed.
accusstomed.
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wee!
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scribes.
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chilled.
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Random.
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Ever wished you were a kid again?
How often have u said that to yourself?
Kids, are amazing creatures. So curious about the world around them.
So eager to explore.
So present to the present.

Seen a kid building sand castles before?
So absorbed in their creation, what magic their lil hands can do.
A wave comes along and washes half his sand castle away.
And he continues building it.
He looks around for bits and pieces to decorate his masterpiece with.
Soon, his mother calls him and off he dashes to a new adventure.

Kids don't get stuck on things.
They put themselves fully into what they're doing like it's the only care in the world.

Ever wished you were a kid again?

And then we grew up.
Our sand castles trampled on and washed away with ..
"Stop dreaming!"
"Dream on..."
"Wake up your idea!"
"Fat hope."

And then, the world crumbled into cookie crumbs.

"I want to be thoroughly used up when I die.
For the harder I work, the more I live."


:George Bernard Shaw:

..is who I'm not.
I, is just a form and I am not a form.
I, am the abstract that is everywhere.

And nowhere.

..are all you can give to yourself.
The more you speak of it, the more you reaffirm it.
What are you really trying to say between all those lines?
That you're different?
You're special?
You're one of a kind?

Look around you.
Guess not.
Sorry babe.
They're all doing the same too.

You spend so much time making yourself look beautiful.
There is no abstract.
The form's wonderful.
The voices keep droning.
This world never ends, does it?

It was of wierd colours.
I was running alongside a bank throwing stuff into the river to watch if the crocodiles would bite 'em.
So I kept following the river bank until I hit a meander, and I could not follow the river no longer.
I walked up the platform (which was made of earth) to an area where they keep the boats.
I noticed mine was missing, so I climbed over to the other side near the entrance and walked alongside some planks.
Now, the sky was dark. Of purplish and black swirls.I turned a left corner and a bare tree greeted me. I turned another left corner (the area was the shape of a square but I had to follow the pathway.) and was greeted by a talking ape.
I remember I had to wear an oxygen mask, and if I'd fall off the platform I'd die.
So I turned another lef corner and there was this gigantic (piano) keyboard laid out in front of me, and the talking ape told me to raise my hands to my side (like the way Magneto does it) and I flew across the keyboard. There was a huge screen in front of me, above me. Like the kind they have in big cities for advertising. Or the kind you see in MRT stations.
I don't know where I went that night, but it sure as hell still is a clear image.

There is seriously something wrong with the world.

Its called, human beings.

BEINGS my muthafucking ass.
No body just 'bes happy'. Or 'bes fulfilled.'
Everyone's chasing things that they assume will give them that.
More like human wantings.
Or human needings.
Or human likings.
Or humanabots.
And the petty little no lifers are called humoebia.

When no one's happy, there's something wrong.
When someone's happy, there's something wrong.
When everyone's happy, there's something wrong.

Where then do we stand?

When everyone's happy, its called a cult.
Fuck that nonsense shit already.
Everyone's already in a cult:
Everyone's too busy making everything and everyone else wrong except themselves and their perceptions and 'feelings'.
They're a slave to their own ego.
And the choose to be blind to it.
The world owes you a living? Bullmuthafuckingshit.

An old witch called up the princess one day.

Now, the princess was already in a pretty good mood having gone about making her fairytale right.

The old witch isn't very old but nonetheless, a witch. I'm just putting in 'old' because you don't see young witches in fairytales. So the old witch decided to create a purpose in life, and that was to haress the young princess.

She was mean and nasty, blaming the young princess for her own mistakes and f**ked up life.
And she was so mean and nasty she even ran to her prince charming to recruit him into being mean and nasty as well even though it has nothing to do with him.

The young princess was very angry with the evil old witch for being mean and accusing and stubborn. But she could not say or do anything or else she would become mean and accusing and stubborn too. So she just kept quiet and trembled with rage. (Which died down after having a ranting session with the in-house wizard.)

After a while, the princess learnt that the old witch precisely has no life and thus, has to pick something to fight for.
Which is sad. And amusing at the same time.
Of all causes to fight for!

So the young princess decided to just stop resisting and let go of the door.
And the old nasty witch fell right through it back into oblivion.

The End.
(I hope that's the last of you.)

Play SIMS 2 and after playing 8 hours straight, pull yourself back into this world.

It feels fucking warped.



(Lin is writing in her diary. Creativity +80)
(Lin is biting her finger nails. Hygiene -50)
(Lin is tired. Energy - 100)