I’m dead. I’m a gone case now. Seriously. Nope. Don’t take me so seriously. After all, it is year 2007. We have been free. Free to rule ourselves since the past 50 years. Yet still, our mentality remains back to the past 50 years despite of the high rise buildings.
As I get agitated whenever I sees that there’s some mother fucker loitering from their vehicles. Yes. I do admit that I did those before. Way before I understand about my own self conscience. I haven’t studied yet but I can remember clearly that the entire process of throwing the tissue papers from the car. Or even the plastic bag as it was fun to see how the plastic bag float among the speeding cars.
So, after years and years, what will be my resolutions for this year of 2007. Some people did what they wanted. Some just post online to tell the whole world what they wanted to do and what they have achieved. For me as a small potato, I won’t even take the footstep of sharing what was my resolution in 2006 and what is my resolution for the year 2007. The reason is plain simple. I am not him and I am who I am. I don’t bother what other people doing and better of not joining the bandwagon for once and for all?
Give me a break. All I know is that I am awaiting for the time to move to new templates and wordpress since the entire hosting is completely corrupted. This domain DNS not recorded. This and that stuff happening all around. It’s pissing me off especially when I do not have a proper internet access with decent speed, a better yet superior notebook/computer. Just imagine my survivability with a 7 years AMD K7 500Mhz with a mere 192meg. Sounds good for some people. Yes, I should feel contended. Should I? If I should feel contended, then what is for others? We feel comfortable with what we are now? No longer moving forward? Just stay where we are? Stagnant? Don’t give me a fucking lame excuses that at least you have a computer. Damn you. Damn it. Damn the whole fucking world. What kind of fucking standard are you comparing with? If you comparing with those who doesn’t have a computer, yes. I am damn fucking better than they are. But I’ve been owning this computer for the past 7 years and still using it, don’t you think I should move on? Dude. Use your mother fucking brain.
And since the year end christmas of 2006, I begin to get some sort of depression. Or maybe not. Most of all, a lot of people been telling me sort of rubbish these days. I wonder whether what they were doing when they were in school. Damnation, please do not ever forever ever comparing a economic 850cc and a luxury 2000cc type of car. Expecting to have the functions that come along with the luxury car inside the economic. It’s sounds like value added.Value added my foot. Don’t try to fuck with me. Worse come to worse, we are innovative. Inno what? In my ass lar, you mother fucker.
Another thing that pissed me off is that my visitors dropped significantly since the last time my domain got defaced. Yes. Phished? Yes. Fucked? Yes. From ass and above? Yes. Totally. It was really bad. The entire year 2006 is total screw up. Why? How the fuck should I know? All I know is that 2006 is not really my year. Fucking numbers. Unable to meet the numbers as well. Damn you. So, I haven’t yet to check the horoscope or prediction or forecast or whatever damn numbass shit are those. You want to know what the fucking stored for you in year 2007? No worries. I will tell you. I will definitely tell you in my own way. Coming out in few days time. Give me some time to come that out. I’ll definitely give it to you if you damn insists.
What really happened to me? I’ll spare the details but then, here’s the overview for the last week of December. Fucked up big time through Casino War. Everyone say it is not a happy merry xmas. Someone dressed up in red Santa and fucking rob us off. With the one and only casino license. And we happily obliged since we got nothing more better to do than stuffed turkeys. At least they are damn committed. Me? I just a passerby. Just pass by people life. Touching their surface. Me. Shallow. Done.
Then, comes to the new year eve. Growing up never seems easy. When I am in my teens, always wanted to be part of the crowd. The huge crowd at the strategically places for the yearly event. New year eve’s countdown. Time to do chaos and have fun. But then, as time goes by, wanted something else. What else? To celebrate a new year with a better ways. Like going to clubbing. Booze to the end. As the end is the beginning of the end of the beginning. What next? Now, all I wanted is to be with people that belong to my own. Circle of my own friends. So, we ended up with steamboat at Steven’s Den. But what deeply lies inside me is that I wanted to celebrate the ushering of a new year with those people that shared common goals with me. Same vision. Same idea. Same hope. It can be a person or a bunch of people. I have no restriction.
Thus, to come to an end is easier. Or tougher. After all, I just released all my tension above. So, whether I do hurt your feeling in any ways or so, I don’t fucking care as I don’t mean it. Just grow up. The world isn’t resolve around you. And because of you, thinking the world spinning around you, we have lost Pluto.
Fuck you no free. Good Night….
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