a little space i call my own

treat people the way you want to be treated

accept how people treat you, because that's the way you treat people.

it's that point of the day. when i'm tired. all energy gone. very very tired. but i still leave the very last bit for a post. this is when i like best to blog. i don't know why. but i like it. just bathe come out. just sitting infront of the monitor. type what i also don't know. just watched the words appear out. no expressions on the face. almost dead. and the fan just repeating its cycle.

relaxed i feel physically, cocked up mentally.
newspaper can't help me, neither can the free gifts you got for me...

school today..? getting from bad to worse. don't understand a single thing. yes. school starts at eight. in the morning. cold morning. or rather the weather is cold throughout the day. then realised lost money in soccer. then sleepy. then sleep in lecture. then went for game session. "please call out a number to be the judge" i called my own number. i am dumb.

anything else that happens is not of any importance. except soem parts of it. which i am particularly lazy to type about it now. it could go soo long that i promise you. when i finished. the grey scroll bar is soooooo tiny. think around 0.01mm. that's how long i can grumble for my day.

in other words, pessimistically, wasted.

hair is wet.
can't sleep yet.

i can almost say that my tolerance level is unlimited. too high for any adventure-seeking ass holes out there. if they are trying to climb it. it's too high. i can't get it.

anyway, i'm saying and is implying that i am dumb.

it's a pity i don't understand at all.

enough said. that's all. yawnz.

take care.

whatever personality you hate in a person, you possess that personality.

numb is a word. not a feeling, anymore...
loneliness is a feeling, a word no more...