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blah blah blah its valentines day; people should be out having fun/sex/vodka but i’m here because i decided i’m turning stupid, hence the desire to read the web/hone my writing skills which ultimately forces me to come to this brought me to this …whatever this is.

looks like serious syntax errors above but i’m not stressing out about it.

anyway, nothing’s really up in my life, it’s been moving in a square with no glimmer at the end, but what happened recently was the grammy’s 2012. i just took a interest in this because adele(who’s pretty much owning everyone like a baus) got nominated for a ton of stuff.

and then karl lagerfeld decides to call her ‘a little fat’ and every one gets all bitchy and all.

but then again, we all gotta be honest here. is it okay to be a role model and yet be overweight? the possible health implications that comes with that is endless and i think it’ll be a sad day when those problems starts to catch up with her. i love her music. and i dont think its nice to make fun of people’s weight. but i hope things may improve in the future, because when the day comes to say ‘i told you so’, i wouldn’t feel like saying it then.

the display was, sadly, of short duration. just as the child grew more confident in his performance he seemed to falter. then uttering some incomprehensible cry in his own native speech, and was greatly to our surprise, he began impatiently pushing his way between us, and ran away towards one of the huts. there, staring at him with the strangest look, was Walyeric: that monster of a creature, undeserving of the title female, about whom such dreadful stories are told, and who answers the kindliest smile with a glower of insolence.

oh matthew kneale you’re a genius.

anyway, life has been certainly kind to me the past few weeks and so i decided to reconsider how my life has changed since the last time i said it sucked, desperately dull, or colourfully uneventful. so i *gasp* skimped my blog from the start to finish, and jesus, my life has changed since the last time my life began at 7 in the morning with a uniform. its quite amusing how stupid i can be, my life a hippodrome. the drama a source of trauma.

hysterically doltish, a lavish humdrum existence, and posts so limp that it gives you pains in your brain.

talking about brain, do you know there’s a 100,000 miles of blood vessel in it?

now where was i?

With my head splitting wide open with a migraine(and the subsequent long mc from the hospital), its funny how i notice the little nuances in my neighbourhood, with me spending most of my time in the area. Like how i realise there are lots of  ∆∆∆ kids living here, professing their love for death cab and temper trap with cheap shirts and even cheaper ostentatious headphones.

god i’m pretty cranky now, with the essence of my psychological turmoils which I’ve been coasting through still unfound. it’s probably short-term, and probably more obscure and cyclopean. Life’s not fun when you are in pain, and i’m in pain.