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"And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye."
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My name is Renald. A profile? That's troublesome.
If I had to say something, I wished I didn't exist. Screw humans and their own stupid problems.
Sometimes I wonder why the hell I even bother to try and make people happy, or whatever.
Most of them wouldn't appreciate the effort, or even take notice.
I wish I'd just sleep and never wake up. Stuck in dream forever, doing whatever I want. Inception anyone?
I'm not sure whether all those sweet memories and fun times I've had could make up for the disappointment I feel I've been thus far.
The times I've been drove to the edge, feeling almost insane. The pain being unbearable.
Be careful what you wish for? I don't know. Well.. dont regret your life and what you make of it.
Tresure the present, because they will never come back again.
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Stuffed Bags, Pimple Cream, No lifers.
3:26 PM Thursday, September 24, 2009
Hello there, I don't really know what to say, but I thought I'd post once in a while. Well, because the last two posts were song's lyrics and a half typed one.
I dislike my bag. Especially when I go on the bus. Two reasons : 1) Its huge. It gets in the way of people all the time. 2) Its huge. Its uncomfortable putting my bag on my lap. And if i just carry it, my bag is seating down. not me. Seriously, its ridiculous. Even when theres nothing much inside, it still looks huge. With my water bottle swinging around as well. You can put a whole lot of camping stuff in that bag, really. And it'll look the same as to when there isn't anything inside. Update on my speakers : Its still screwed. There is still no sounds. I don't like it when I make typing mistakes on my keyboard. One very very common example is this: renzzz96@yahoo.com.sh Yeah, I live in Sinhapore. I really dislike my facial complexion as well, pimples are very itchytating. One thing I learn about pimple cream, is that it does make your pimple smaller, but it also will make it more shiny and more noticable. and when the skin pimple layer comes off, white stuff starts coming on. No, its not what green tea kills, its your bloody white pimple cream. And after that it will go back to sqaure one. It doesn't really go away, until later on, very, later on. I'm still waiting. Random fact : My mp3 just played 3 consecutive japanese songs. Facebookers have no life. I use facebook, but I'm no no lifer. I'm referring to those people who instead of spending time revising for their examinations which are coming up in a week's time, go to facebook and play "Mafia Warrants", "Wet pet Society", "Barn Bum", and most irritatingly, "Mosquehunt". Yeah, I'm sure you facebookers know what games I'm referring to. Of course, I play facebook games. Why wouldn't I? So what if you own 237 hotels in Marymount Wars? So what if you caught a Kung-Fu monkey? It certainly isn't something worthy to go around bragging in school. No offense to professional gamers. You are awesomely stupid. Playing games isn't gonna get you anywhere in life. Even if you are very good at it. People aren't going to recognize you as "Dediko the mouse hunter from facebook!" on the streets. Do something better for goodness sake, don't waste your life playing games from a social networking site from day to night. Oh please, don't keep angering or irritating people you think could be bullied. Make fun of people, but don't insult them. Don't throw eraser dust onto people's heads thinking they can't feel it. They have eyes at the back of their heads or super senses for all you know. Someday, someday they are going to snap and get back at you, bad. Much worse when you did to them. Tomorrow's friday, the last day of the week. Time passes just like that. After that, one more week of school, then examinations. Nobody likes exams. At all. Well, obviously. Getting a 100% passing record in all my subjects and getting one or two distinctions is one of the many things I hope to get at the end of the year. I tried making priorities, but I just couldn't. Because I know what I really want, what I really want doesn't really concern studies at all. When I got that piece of paper out, i wrote "Priorities". Underlined it, and put "1)" . I knew immediately what I wanted as my priority, and what I had to have as my priority. In the end I just said, screw it, and put a "Geography" and stuffed it into my bag. I know I can't slack around anymore, I know I can't afford to have you in my mind all the time. I know I can't afford to think of you at midnight, I know I can't. But, I can't don't can't do what I can't. -Renald Like being in love with you for the first time. Edit: I'll try to stop being, vulgar. Online, at least. ▲ |