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Which Positive Quality Are You? Your Result: Friendship You are Friendship. Friends are those who can be counted upon in times of need. Friends are those who share in your joys and your sorrows. Friendship unites us with others beyond family and brings happiness and comfort to our lives. "Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies."
Love
Charity
Courage
Peace
Faith
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How will I die? Your Result: You will die in a car accident. Please, continue to buckle up, and try not to speed. More likely than not, it will happen very randomly and quickly. Occasionally, this result stands for death in a plane crash. Do not fear transportation. Avoid becoming a hermit, you cannot escape fate.
You will die in a nuclear holocaust.
You will die of boredom.
You will die while having sex.
You will be murdered.
You will die from a terminal illness.
You will die in your sleep.
You will die while saving someone's life.
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What's Your Best Quality? Your Result: Personality Your best quality is your personality! People like you because you are an all around good person. You have good manners and values. You also like to express your personal style and interests.
Loving
Out-Going
Sense of Humor
Intelligence
Ambitious
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What is your True Fear? Your Result: Losing Someone You love affection and the people in your life more than anything. Your greatest fear is that one day someone you care about won't be there anymore. You are a very friendly and inviting person, who draws in a lot of friendships with your kind, considerate, and loyal nature. However, deep down you are slightly insecure and unsure of yourself. You couldn't deal with it if you didn't have one of your loved ones in your life anymore. You don't have too much to worry about though, because with a friend like you, no one will want to lose you either!
Disappointment
Being Alone
Commitment
Looked down on
Where Your life is Going
Death
What is your True Fear? Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

A painful memory

They were familiar to him.

It was as if the landscape had drifted away; the foreground but a fleeting image, as his violet eyes focused on the silhouette ahead. He flipped open his clamshell phone and sent a text message.

It was her, again. Her bag strap lay lazily by her side. He thought something, at that very moment. Something so recent, but one that felt so very distant. His pulse spiked. One sneakered shoe crossed over the other.

His head swiveled away, his neck craning to glance at the signboard behind him; pretty strange, indeed, for there was nothing on that signboard. He pouted, his face transfixed in concentration. She sauntered past, a sprightly spring in her step. He did not move his gaze. The signboard was still empty.

'Hey-' she said.
His left eye twitched. Again, she had cut short her sentence. This. This, was unfamiliar to him.
She looked away. Her nails made no sound as she flicked them, her eyes looking down. There was nothing on the floor to see.

'Hey.' she repeated.
Slowly, he stood up. And with bated breath, he walked away. He flipped open his clamshell phone again. But this time, he patiently tapped out full words, no longer opting for the shortforms he once preferred.

Her footsteps. They were so familiar.

meh

failure only appears to those who run to greet it
success presents to those who want to have it
live in your present, shape your own future



LAWLAWL HERE IS A SONG I WROTE WHILE I WAS STONING AT THE BACKGATE
SOUNDS BETTER IN TUNE I ASSURE YOU NOT

Hobos
I have no home,
I live on the street.
I have no clothes.
I pee where I eat.

My children have abandoned me
In China refuge they seek
Lonely life, I lead
In bathroom even cats they peek

Mother! Why have you left me,
even before I was born
You ripped open your womb,
flung me into the pond...

*insert uhh. tambourine solo*

Chorus! (No, srsly, you have to say 'Chorus!' preferably short and sharp)
Hobo I am
Hobo we all are
Aren't we all lacking a true home
God bless Obama

*repeat chorus*

I have no genitalia
They were sold for a McChicken.
Two dollars my balls seem worth
Luckily I did not sell Mr. Dicken

My house is a box I found somewhere secluded
I sleep on a mattress of rocks and weed
Don't go beyond the red line
That's where I've always peed

Mother! Why have you left me,
even before I was born
You ripped open your womb,
flung me into the pond...

Chorus!
Hobo I am
Hobo we all are
Aren't we all lacking a true home
God bless Obama

*massive sitar solo + celebrated rapper says 'Hey' so i can put (feat NizzleNuggets) on the song title and get lots of cash and bling mobrutha*

HO!
BO!
HOHO!
BOBO!
Merry Christmas, fools

*outro- electric trumpet + harmonica with Gamelan backing*

Written by: Me
Improvised by: Me
Instrumentals: Still not done.

Trouble

You know there's something wrong if you're crying while talking on MSN.
Even more so when there's nothing to cry about.

Sometimes I just feel so bloody caught in the middle. As if you can do all the shit in the world, manage the fine details in the smallest scenarios... How you can perfect the basics, the foundations, make your 'world' so seemingly perfect, but yet you can't control everything else. You can't control how life wants to fuck you up, how it can just ruin your plans, screw everything you've done. One flick of his finger and some omnipotent being can just blow you up, who the hell knows.

What the hell is life anyway. I used to have these dreams when I was young; that the whole world literally revolved around me. Like how all my friends, acquaintances and people I ever knew all had a certain role to play in my life- how they merely acted out their parts, and it was just a ploy. How I never could do anything significant because everything was planned out. How wrong I am. The world doesn't revolve around anyone. We revolve around it. Every single thing we do, we do with some plan in mind. Be it working hard to get a good grade, or watching movies just for satisfaction, we do everything with this ideal, perfect scenario that we all envision to exist.

How we want our life to be genuinely unflawed, and then you think about the greater shit. You think about how you can go through life and get raped by a hurricane or something. Or something out of the blue just turns up and frizzes your life into a blitz. And at the end of the day, with your perfect house and perfect family and perfect every bloody shit, you end up dead, in a casket, with nothing to show for it besides, maybe, a nicer coffin.

I hate overly thinking about stuff. I want to just stop thinking about all this shit. I need release, ffs. I give up.

Good night everyone.

Sohai

So i go ladeedaa
then i go ladeedaa dummmmm
then i distract you with my words and chunks of text!
bye

Togines

Hm. I'm going to update.

By that I mean I'm going to complain about Guitar Hero and how I get whoopedass by B.Y.O.B. everyday.

I hate B.Y.O.B.

For the benefit of the readers that aren't interested at all (yeah all of you), I'm going to discontinue this Guitar Hero rant. (:

Ah man. I really can't think of anything to talk about/write about/feel remotely happy about. I think I will seriously kill myself thinking of blogging issues. What do people normally talk about anyway? Politics? Obama is cool. School? I am attending one. Government policies? Blacks have no freedom and no rights. Oh man.

Okay fine, I think I shall give my honest, impartial view of people now. People as in, the general world population. First off, I'll put in some extracts from Shri's post here, because I agree with the crap he spews and all that.

There are so many bloody people who can't afford a square meal a day and you are complaining that you don't have an xbox 360. There are people who never had a chance to learn the ABCs and you are bloody complaining about how there are more than 3 tests in a week. There are people whose parents don't love each other and they live with their mothers or fathers struggling to pay their bills and seeing the other parent once in a bloody blue moon. Then you can have the guts to talk about how your parents don't understand you and won't get you the latest phone or laptop or something. Think of the people who are orphaned in earthquakes and tsunamis and then think if your current predicament of a slightly shaky relationship with a friend is worth moaning about.

Agrees now. But because I'm going to give an impartial view, let me first balance out my arguments. I HATE ALL OF YOU. Admittedly, yes you guys are the luckiest people in the world right now. FAGS. But oh yes, sure, your relationship troubles and all that are by far the most important shit ever, aren't they? I mean, what? Malaria in Africa? Thousands of people dying from AIDs? HEARTLESS GIT. Shut up man, I lost 2 bucks in a bet, man! FAG. My best friend sabotaged our friendship and had sex with a dead camel man! That's like way more important! FAAAAAAAG. But truth be told, I WHOLEHEARTEDLY agree with what these people are doing. YOU ARE ALL FAGS. I mean, it's their blog, and they have every right to do whatever they want on it. SHUT UP, FAG. Even if they don't care about world issues, it's their business (FAAAAG), and we have no right to judge them in any way.

Thank you for understanding. (:

January 5th

WIRED WERE THE EYES OF THE HOARS ON A JET PILOTTTTTTTT
ONE THAT SMILED WHEN HE FLEW OVER THE BAY

Okay today was lesson proper.

Not really.

Math was random pattern stuff. Just normal stuff. English was.
Um.
Interesting.

Our teacher has this mellow, very intriguing way of teaching. *ahem*.
Shall not say more.

Give up.

I like my new blog title. It fits.
Go me and four readers. I own all of you.

2008 in a Nutshell

Alice in Chains