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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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You do not belong with Taylor Swift
3:46 PM Monday, March 15, 2010
Quick, iCarly starts in 40minutes!
Okay, so.. I'm really disappointed with myself. I had whole load of bullshit to type but I forgot it all in a second. Ugh! Fine, I shall talk about toady, meh. Today, sorry. Hmm, toady. . . Lets say I had a frog named toady.. Right lets not go there. TODAY. In detail. Today I woke up as usual, hearing my alarm ringing "Photograph - Nickleback", I reached out exactly arms length without opening my eyes and pressed the top right button which read "Snooze". I turned back to my left and hugged my bolster. 9 minutes later, my alarm rang again. In a perfect turn back to my right, i reached out exactly one arm's length and pressed the top right button of my phone, which read "Snooze". I turned to the center and put my arms behind my head pillow. All these without using a single facial muscle, not really. 6 minutes later, my maid opened the door to my room, and shouted : "Reena, 8'o'clock alleady.". Yes, for the record, she pronounces my name that way. I turned back to my left and hugged my bolster in the midst saying in frustration, "Okay." in what sleep scientists call, the feetal position, well, the baby position. Pardon my bad spelling. 2 and a half minutes later, my alarm rang once again. I reached out, this time, having needed a little more effort to take my phone. I opened my eyes for the first time this morning and saw "8.22am". I sighed as sunlight from outside my window poured onto my toes. I took my glasses which were beside me and sat up. Yawned and stared at my greenly-painted wall for about a minute and stood up. I walked 2 steps distance to my door and twisted the handle and pulled it back. In a bit of habit, still closing my eyes, took a right turn to my toilet, then which closing the door. Turned and took a piss. Proceeded to brush my teeth with my 3 month old Colgate toothbrush. Today it was placed in another cup, as it always was. I grabbed it with my right hand and washed it and scrubbed it with water. I took my Darlie toothpaste and poured some blue paste onto my toothbrush, washed it again and started brushing my teeth. Front first, left second, right third, below fourth, up fifth, overall last. I picked up my white cup, filled it with water and rinsed my mouth. I tasted a little toothpaste, thus deciding the rinse it more thoroughly. I spit all the water out and washed my face with more water coming from the silver tap. After about 5 seconds I stopped. Turned. Found out there wasn't any toilet paper left. Went back to my room and cleaned my face with tissue paper. THAT'S WHAT I CALL SPECIFIC. I could go on, if you want me to. 20 minutes to iCarly! I sat down on my chair that has been there since I was born, the blueish black chair. It squeaked as I sat, as if saying, "Your getting heavier, Renald!". Although I knew it was lying because, I haven't gained weight in two weeks. I let out some gas as if saying, "Thats what you get for sucking up". I opened up my white acer laptop, which was relatively small. Pressed the oval shaped on button. Then proceeded to open up Internet Explorer and type "premierleague.com" onto the browser. I waited in anticipation for about 7 seconds and saw the first headline : "Sunderland 1 Manchester City 1". It took me about 2 seconds to process the information after which I let out my usual words of joy "SUI AH!". I logged on to Facebook and viewed my comments of the status I posted last night which read "Renald Loh needs Sunderland to do Tottenham a favour!". I clicked Comment, and typed in "COYS!", and pressed comment again. My maid opened the door once again and told me that my Hotcakes were ready. I moaned and slammed softly my laptop shut. I proceeded down my spiral (sorta) staircase and walked towards the dining table. I sat down on the big blue stool and looked at my breakfast for a second before going "...". I took out my hotcakes, cutlery, magarine and maple syrup from the Macdonald's plastic bag. I looked at the magarine and thought, "Oh man, only two today?" I used my plastic knife and fork and put two hotcakes on top of the yellow styrofoam. I placed the last one on the center of the white styrofoam and thought, "You're mine.". I took out my maple cyrup and spread it across the hotcake. I then took out one small plastic box of magarine and spread it across the hotcake sparingly, not wanting to waste them all. I proceeded to spread another layer of maple syrup on top of it. Once spreaded nicely and to my liking, i cut the hotcake out in my usual pattern and put the delicious scrumptous tasting hotcake filled with maple cyrup and magarine into my food craving mouth. I did the same for the next two hotcakes. After my breakfast, I was a little disappointed I didn't finish all the magarine, even though I had less than normal. I turned on my television and pressed the numbers 2 and 7 on my remote control. I continued to surf channels until I eventually decided there was nothing interesting to watch. I proceeded to my study room to turn on my desktop. I'm out of steam. Forgive me. I gotta go watch iCarly. Rest in peace my friends, to those who sadly passed away due to the extreme specificness and boredom of this post. Goodbye. -Renald Lets have some fun lets beat up Rick, Take a knife, dislocate his disco stick. Get a *** change, get a *** change. ▲ |