excuse me for being rather brutally honest. it’s just me.

i’m tired of entertaining people that run to me each and every time there’s a bloody ‘problem’. the reality of the situation is i have my own shit to deal with and i don’t need to confide in everyone nor tell everyone unless i choose to. those i tell are priveleged or in other words they are people i give a shit about their opinions.

so now you must wonder why i mentioned ‘of being fake’. i’m sick and tired of people that i was dumb enough to think were friends and don’t seem to be there or even mean it when they ask ‘how are you?’

fact is i don’t need you. the one’s i need know darn well who they are. i don’t need endless whining of things that don’t matter to me. you can call me selfish but why whine to me when there are clear solutions and deny the very fact of it? i certainly don’t need to put up with bullshit when you only remember my damn number when you’re drunk or need to whine at me.

i was a dumb ass to be bloody nice to bother wasting my time listening to them one by one.  i’m done with my rant.

if you’re a real friend then prove it. i’ve done my part. i know i’ve zoned out alot but it’s because i’m tired of having people that make me feel like a doormat.

the big question remains, would you be there for me as i have been there for you?

P.S: if me ‘being there’ was a lousy job sorry, i did the best i could. from now on, i’m not going to console people no more unless i have an office with a sign outside claiming i’m a shrink. so forgive me for being brutally honest.

Whilst the hippo was studying about torque…

Bunny: the bunny is gonna roll roll roll off the bed the roll into the wall and die.

Hippo: but there isn’t enough torque to die.

Bunny: but the bunny can adjust the long long ears to produce maximum torque.

Hippo: *silence and then starts laughing hysterically*

Bunny: what you laughing about?

Hippo: i’m struggling trying to make sense out of torque here. if there was a bunny college i wouldn’t have to.

Bunny: if there was a bunny college you’d have masters.

And so there you have it. I’m so full of shit.

You’ve got the best of both worlds
You’re the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you’re needy,
Humble but you’re greedy
and Based on your body language,
and shotty cursive I’ve been reading
You’re style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is

And what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don’t mind my nerve you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
‘Cause here we are, here we are

Although you are biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they’re quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There’s no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words, I’m paraphrasing, this relationship we’re staging

And what a beautiful mess this is
It’s like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
kind and courteous is the life I’ve heard
But it’s nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear
Cause here we are, here we are
Here we are [x7]
We’re still here
what a beautiful mess this is
it’s like taking a guess when the only answer is yes.

and through timeless words and priceless pictures
we’ll fly like birds not of this earth
and tides they turn and hearts disfigure
but that’s no concern when we’re wounded together
and we tore our dresses and stained our shirts
but it’s nice today
Oh, the wait was so worth it.

~Jason Mraz

P.S: Just hooked to the song at the moment.

Now i’m off..

sooner or later.

you learn to screw over those that screw you over.

as girls.

remember going through school and there were cliques from the popular girls to the average normal one’s to the nerds and so on and so forth.

there used to be so much gossip and rumours and backstabbing i swore it was like the movie mean girls. i related to it so well.

then you get out of school thinking it’s all over.

tragically..

it did not end.

then starts office politics and those people that can’t see you happy. (sometimes its the same people from school.)

guess people don’t change. perhaps abit but not a significant change.

just so you know. i share an open and trusting relationship with those close around me so fuck off if you’ve got nothing nice to say because all we’ll say is ‘Go Fuck Yourself.”

Thank you.

P.S: i guess people find odd ways to deny problems they face by reasoning with illogical non-existent reasons. if that’s what keeps you happy keep it to yourself for i just don’t give a fuck.

she got me bunny earrings.

i love my wifes lots and lots.

hehe.

of adolescent crushes.

i remember how i used to dig the lead guitarist and drummers.

somehow it was a turn on.

then i look at now wondering how things have changed.

drastically…

i’m with my dearly beloved who does not play any musical instruments nor even read notes.

(-.-)”

talk about changes…

currently on a spree of jason mraz and ingrid michaelson.

guess its somewhat relaxing away from trance and house and r&b.

perhaps i need a break.

perhaps…

funny how life works it’s way out.

i know it has for me. with a little pain and suffering comes some sort of good.

even more funnier how karma bites one right where it hurts.

now that’s a glimpse of how it felt.

enjoy.

what goes around comes around.

P.S: fine. i’m being an ass. i don’t care. i only care of those around me that deserve it. thank you.