Note to Self

it's nice to read happy blogs. and curious blogs. hehe.
thoughts to myself: plenty.

main idea: i should count my blessings. i shouldn't ask for more.

but i didn't.
what am i meant to learn?

Wenzi in da house, JT in da house

My partner in crime. My photo-whoring mate. Miss ya. tc.

The little things

Never really experienced fully the meaning of "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus" theory of the man and retreating into his cave. But i think that time for me is around now.

There are so many things on my mind. Mostly distractions, no matter how meaningful, and they just overwhelm this little ball of neurons.

But i need distractions. The cave's a little quiet sometimes, when there's just me in it.

Some things:
1. Family
2. bad habits
3. why my computer can't read chinese characters
4. water bottle is empty
5. Next heroes when??
6. Forgot again

In the spirit of limbo, how low can you go?
Well the last time it was rock. Let's not outdo that.

Where is my mind?

Scattered and raw
The pieces do feed crows.
Like the friends in my head
that never want to share.
My intellect torn to selfish jaws
Then left to rot for a better gnaw.
Where is my mind?
The heart doth try to find.
Where is my mind?
This loneliness scream "Try."
I can't find.

no.credits.left.

Fight Club

I've just watched a movie that fucked with my mind. congratulations edward norton and bratt pitt u fucking terds.
note to self: watch movie again.
any takers? :D

My banana bread fantasy

Evil and her evil sidekick desecrating my room.












Yeah i miss you too :)