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I love to twist & turn words till they're totally twisted. Just like my mind. I've always admire people who make the most out of something. Even if its something unsignificant. Or nothing significant. We call them opportunists. The thing about opportunists is that they're opportunistic. They make nothing into something. & they make something, into something more. I can't say that i fall in this category. Simply because i'm not opportunistic enough to be called an opportunist. There are so many things i fail to make the most of. In fact, im considered to be one of those people whose sense of awareness is as existent as mammoth in the 20th century. With that, i can never be an opportunist. My mind is arborescent. Actually, they're worse than the trees that grows branches everywhere. They're so damn branchy that most of the time, my thoughts clashes with one another thus creating a conflict, like how it is when you assign 2 computers with the same IP ad...

Im taking pictures of myself in my room. How vain can i get? But theres nothing wrong with that. Since im not good looking whatsoever. If someone pretty were to do that, then there's a problem. The problem with problems is that it is you who makes it into what it is. & more often than not, you ask someone for help which is a little juvenile. I mean since its your problem & you created it, its better that you solve it on your own. Thats the mature way of handling a problem. & its how i handle a problem. Not that i have problems. Own created ones i mean. I do have problems or issues which i am born with. Also, help from another party would only aggravate problems. & an exasperated someone, who self made something that isnt a problem or no problem into a problem, would only exasperate themselves further more. So do it in a good way. But if you insist on handling a problem the unmaturish way, then be it. Its not as though its my problem. Schools starting again for me. ...

Its a bird, no its a paper plane. No. Its Supermas! Its officially been a year since she last said she loved me. April Fools! Ok, who am i fooling? Other than myself? Yeah im such a fool. A fool for love. Ever Since I Got A New Job, I've Been Working Everyday, For The Last 4 Days. I Dont Enjoy Working. But You Dont Get Anything Staying At Home Or Going Out To Wherever Either. Its The Sort Of Thing Which You Know Sounds So Wrong But Then, Feels So Right. Here's Me On My First Day At Work, First Case To Crack. Literally. Its Like Who Plays When And Who Plays What With Whom (And How). Speaking of clever lies & my CSI like job, there's one truth that i think is a lie. At least i think it is. And that is the mas slamat escape stories. I hope i'm wrong though. I mean, i've never been right. Even when i go shopping. Well the thing is, i dont think he escaped. Come to think of it, i dont even think he exists. Well maybe he does exist. But he's been out s...