hmmmm.... irony of it all

it funny how I don’t want others, most especially my friends to see or read my blog, ironically a blogspot is published in the internet, so much for secrecy…

now, if I really did not want others to read this, then why bother creating a blog? why not buy a jolina notebook and hide under your underwear, surely no one would read that (then again, I would…)

It’s weird sometimes that we sing aloud every time but when people ask us to sing, we don’t.

It’s funny… life… I don’t get it sometimes, and yet sometimes I do.

Sometimes, I wake up thinking like a beauty queen, you now wanting to change the world, and all that world peace, then some days, I’m thinking like Hitler, like just kill people infected with aids, get it over and done with. But most of the time, I think like shit… a good example would be this blog…

the moment I think like shit, I write it here… so friends… stop reading, find some other blog worth your time and energy, need I mention internet hours….

if you are looking for something literary, ynna’s blog would be better for you, if you want philosophical, I think ate fleur’s would be best…

and if you want to know the shape of my feces from this head, never mind…