BusyBody

Maybe, juz maybe i am a busybody. Why in the world do i always care about people around me when it is a known fact that they are not 3-yr old kids? Damn.. I should really start caring a little more for myself. Always worrying for my **** and yet so not appreciated. Or is it juz the way you said? i dun trust people? I hate it when people are right about me, though often change will only take place slowly.

My day started out fine, with the exception of my favourite PTI "hole-ly" shoe was stolen. Zzz dun noe which F**King bastard did that but i curse him to the damest of hell that nothing gd will happen to him, (Sorry oh GOD pls forgive me for all the F**King thing i am gonna say or curse in this blog)

Last time was mummy's aloe vera, now my shoe. If i catch the bloody buggy i would **** him and unleaseh the devil within. Sometimes when such things happen i have no control over myself, though to my knowledge the devil within has not been out more than 5 times in my life.

People will do eccentric stuff sometimes, often bewildering those who care and concern about your welfare. I AM NOT MAD. Juz for the record. Just it is so tiring to be the fillia son, good fren, nice buddy and Goody-two shoes saying yes sir yes sir three bags full. Yet OBLIGATIONS forced me into such a predicatment that i can never fathom.

Zzz this post is becoming more like poetry. Blogging in the LWN library brings out the best in me --- i think.

Juz my occasional ranting. F**K OFF if you find this offending or irrelavent. I DUN CARE either. This only concerns me anyway. MEMEMEMEMEMEME and ONLY ME.

~Let the WISE man speak for he who doesn not listen will always be the frog who yearns for the almighty SKY. ~Pacio