Heh. So what does it feel like waking up close to noon, feeling all zombie-like? The answer is so obvious: Zombie-like. First night of work was okay. Nothing much to elaborate on this temporary blog. Best part is, interact with people. Kind people.

After a bitching for straight 2 nights, we decided to carry out our plan. It shall commence soon. :D

Some people don't even know what they're doing. Heh. I think I forgot what I want to say here. But the point is, some people got to open up their eyes - or seriously, bawling them would be a better choice - and look around them.

"Who hates me?"

Heh.

I bet some people don't even know that they're so likable to the extent of everyone repelling from them. Best part is: They don't even know it. D:

They think that they have many people supporting them, and they can go on and bitch about everything that comes into their mind - if you say I'm bitching now, then you haven't really SEE my real bitchings - be it their daily or random stuffs.

Heh.

I don't know what to feel against this type of people. Because their maturity is what left us hanging, "Are they even matured at all?" I know you know the answer to that: Not at all.

Open your eyes - gag them out through your asshole if you want - and look around. There aren't people caring about what's going on. Other than those freaks who think they're genius, probing into some stuffs, and start babbling on what's right and what not, plausibly shoot in some of their profound or even uncanny vulgarities, and after which, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Wow~ How genius can they be man?

Oh... wait. They aren't even matured yet to be called a genius. If they are, then they're serious labelled as - like what humans love to do - freaks. Not saying that children who are inborn with high IQ are freaks. No. They are coolios, but for that case, it's a whole lot of different situation. D:

Stop being so supercilious. If you think you are some God/Goddess to be worshipped, then I can only say one thing: "Please die earlier." Because we don't need people like you in this society.

Hehehehe.

Seems like I can kill time by posting here.

Good.

Keep the shit up. :D

Heh. So what does it feel like waking up close to noon, feeling all zombie-like? The answer is so obvious: Zombie-like. First night of work was okay. Nothing much to elaborate on this temporary blog. Best part is, interact with people. Kind people.

After a bitching for straight 2 nights, we decided to carry out our plan. It shall commence soon. :D

Some people don't even know what they're doing. Heh. I think I forgot what I want to say here. But the point is, some people got to open up their eyes - or seriously, bawling them would be a better choice - and look around them.

"Who hates me?"

Heh.

I bet some people don't even know that they're so likable to the extent of everyone repelling from them. Best part is: They don't even know it. D:

They think that they have many people supporting them, and they can go on and bitch about everything that comes into their mind - if you say I'm bitching now, then you haven't really SEE my real bitchings - be it their daily or random stuffs.

Heh.

I don't know what to feel against this type of people. Because their maturity is what left us hanging, "Are they even matured at all?" I know you know the answer to that: Not at all.

Open your eyes - gag them out through your asshole if you want - and look around. There aren't people caring about what's going on. Other than those freaks who think they're genius, probing into some stuffs, and start babbling on what's right and what not, plausibly shoot in some of their profound or even uncanny vulgarities, and after which, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Wow~ How genius can they be man?

Oh... wait. They aren't even matured yet to be called a genius. If they are, then they're serious labelled as - like what humans love to do - freaks. Not saying that children who are inborn with high IQ are freaks. No. They are coolios, but for that case, it's a whole lot of different situation. D:

Stop being so supercilious. If you think you are some God/Goddess to be worshipped, then I can only say one thing: "Please die earlier." Because we don't need people like you in this society.

Hehehehe.

Seems like I can kill time by posting here.

Good.

Keep the shit up. :D