Saturday, April 21, 2007
I hate falling sick! Especially when there's important stuff to do! Like Business Orientation! But nevermind.
I just wish I ain't that sickly.
And I seriously need to start practicing my guitar scales. But I hate scales! I still remember piano lessons! Loads of bullshit ok! But the sad thing is that if you don't learn your scales you ain't going nowhere!
Why am I using the word ain't. Aren't. Aren't.
I just wish I ain't that sickly.
And I seriously need to start practicing my guitar scales. But I hate scales! I still remember piano lessons! Loads of bullshit ok! But the sad thing is that if you don't learn your scales you ain't going nowhere!
Why am I using the word ain't. Aren't. Aren't.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Ok I'm ready for my Japan trip! I got myself my EMO SPECS! Like finally! Now I can jio the mei mei over there with my 1337 cut myself skillz!
Ok I don't have a picture of me wearing my emo specs, so I shall do the next best thing. A thousand words.
The clouds drifted across on raven wings, suffocating the dying moon. Down below, a deathly chill embraced KJ, who was camping under the countless stars, after finally completing his quest to acquire an Emo Spec.
Oh, what a quest it was! Countless fel beasts he slew, and many more he escaped from. Nights spent shivering, with only his guitar, a gift from his master, a puissant bard, as his company. And after suffering hardships that would consume lesser men, he obtained the legendary Emo Specs.
An artifact created by the Alchemists of Tampines, it was made through the darkest rituals known only to those who dabble in the Dark Arts, using reagents from creatures long dead. The rims of the artifact were jet black, and it housed lenses made from glass.
The Emo Specs was said to curse the wearer with an insatiable need for inflection, causing the wearer to bloody his wrists with blades. However, once the Artifact's lust for blood is satisfied, the wearer can write poems of unparalleled beauty, tempting others to also obtain the Emo Specs.
KJ finally succumbed to the desire to wear the Emo Specs. Donned it he did, and a need to cut himself washed over him. No longer being able to bear the agony of such need, he took out his blade, purchased at the Town of Tampines, and slowly cut himself across the wrist.
What visions he saw! Images of death and suffering, heartbreaks and pain, started to sear themselves into his mind. How could he ever smile, and feel happy again, after experiencing so much pain? And he finally understood why his master died, leaving a poem of utmost sensitivity for him.
His vision blurring from the tears shed from sadness, he started to write.
OK this is bullshit! But nevermind you all get the drift! But I shall compose an emo poem now to celebrate my coming to emoness. And I shall be original.
I will write an emo haiku!
Pain and suffering,
Tag along
Black Spectacles
I don't really
Know how to write
A fucking Haiku.
OK! Last post! See you all soon and don't cut yourself!
Ok I don't have a picture of me wearing my emo specs, so I shall do the next best thing. A thousand words.
The clouds drifted across on raven wings, suffocating the dying moon. Down below, a deathly chill embraced KJ, who was camping under the countless stars, after finally completing his quest to acquire an Emo Spec.
Oh, what a quest it was! Countless fel beasts he slew, and many more he escaped from. Nights spent shivering, with only his guitar, a gift from his master, a puissant bard, as his company. And after suffering hardships that would consume lesser men, he obtained the legendary Emo Specs.
An artifact created by the Alchemists of Tampines, it was made through the darkest rituals known only to those who dabble in the Dark Arts, using reagents from creatures long dead. The rims of the artifact were jet black, and it housed lenses made from glass.
The Emo Specs was said to curse the wearer with an insatiable need for inflection, causing the wearer to bloody his wrists with blades. However, once the Artifact's lust for blood is satisfied, the wearer can write poems of unparalleled beauty, tempting others to also obtain the Emo Specs.
KJ finally succumbed to the desire to wear the Emo Specs. Donned it he did, and a need to cut himself washed over him. No longer being able to bear the agony of such need, he took out his blade, purchased at the Town of Tampines, and slowly cut himself across the wrist.
What visions he saw! Images of death and suffering, heartbreaks and pain, started to sear themselves into his mind. How could he ever smile, and feel happy again, after experiencing so much pain? And he finally understood why his master died, leaving a poem of utmost sensitivity for him.
His vision blurring from the tears shed from sadness, he started to write.
OK this is bullshit! But nevermind you all get the drift! But I shall compose an emo poem now to celebrate my coming to emoness. And I shall be original.
I will write an emo haiku!
Pain and suffering,
Tag along
Black Spectacles
I don't really
Know how to write
A fucking Haiku.
OK! Last post! See you all soon and don't cut yourself!
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